Happy Arrow day, friends! This is a fluff-filled sequel to We’ll Figure It Out (One Step At A Time) , but you by no means need to read one to enjoy the other. Also, it somehow turned into almost 5,000 words, and I don’t know how that happened… Enjoy!
Oliver doesn’t know why he’s so nervous. It’s not like
Felicity and William haven’t met before and yet, as he waits for the tiny
blonde to show up at his apartment door, he paces through the living room with
sweaty palms like a goddamned teenager who is about to have a girl in his room
for the first time. Then suddenly, there’s a knock from the hallway, and he has
to take a quick breath to collect himself. Finally, he moves to open the door,
but his smile falls instantly when he realizes it’s just the college-aged
delivery boy who works for the pizzeria down the street.
“Oh, hey Mateo,” Oliver says slightly deflated as he pats
his pockets for his wallet.
“Mayor Queen,” The young man nods in acknowledgment.
“How are you doing, are your classes off to a good start
this semester?” Oliver inquires, thinking back to their conversation from two
weeks ago when the man had just started his sophomore year.
“Can’t say there’s too much to complain about, sir, although
advanced calculus is a real bi-… pain in the butt,” The young man corrects
himself with red cheeks under a head of curly brown hair, and Oliver can’t help
“Yeah, I can’t say I’m a huge fan of math myself these
days,” Oliver replies with a laugh, handing Mateo a generous tip in exchange
for a large pepperoni pizza.
•Lance is usually a pretty happy go lucky Guy it seems. He does it so people will pay attention to him. Though for some reason the only times people notice him is on the days he’s almost dying. So he thinks that sacrificing himself and almost dying will get him attention. But what if it goes too far??
•Blue gets a hard hit in battle and accidentally malfunctions. Her cockpit and controls turning freezing cold. Despite Lances best tries he can’t fix her. He tried to bring it up but decided he could fix it himself. He decides to just deal with the cold. One day as he’s piloting his hands are pretty much frozen to Blue’s controls. Frostbite turning his fingers a dark color very slowly, burning as he continues to fight. As he leaves blue after the mission he holds his hands close. The team notices finally but isn’t sure how to react to not being able to tell until now.
•Lance and Keith are dating. Keith decides Shiro should join them. Lance loves Shiro really but he doesn’t know how to trust it all. The thought of another person joining him makes him believe that he either wasn’t good enough or Keith wanted more. He decides he should leave but Keith won’t let him go.
•Lance wakes up every night. There’s no nightmares nothing. He just can’t sleep anymore after he wakes up until the next night. He begins to study and train at night. Hoping that one day he might be on the same level as Keith, everyone wanted him to be. He wanted to become perfect and became someone he wasn’t. He was calmer but the quiet was unsettling. The stress of everything setting in without Lance’s playful jokes and flirting.
•Lance is thrown around during a mission and hits his threat hard. As he tries to call for help his voice won’t work. He panics. His voice is his only tether to keep his stress and panic in place. He blacks out as a panic attack overcomes him and comes to in the Castle, surrounded by his team. The bombard him with questions and as Lance opens his mouth to answer, he can’t.
This is part one of a new series of Seventeen imagines. Feel free to message me and say who you want to see confessing next.
Hoshi is never quiet.
Well, hardly ever. But today he sits silently in the corner of the practice room while you mess around trying to dance to the rhythm of the music playing in the background. His lack of chatter is more deafening that his usual talking. His arms are folded over the back of his seat, which he’s sitting on the wrong way round, and his chin is resting against them, his eyes a little unfocused, vaguely directed toward you.
Soulmate Au where you absolutely must laugh at ur sm sense of humour? Also please: Dayum Will u got it hard with all of Hannibal's cannibal puns. >w<
It starts off when Will finds himself laughing uncontrollably on a normal Friday evening. His dogs stare at him, heads cocked in curiosity.
It happens again the following Saturday. Jack mentions the next time he sees Will that Hannibal hosted a wonderful dinner party, such a gracious host, Will should join them time.
That’s when he starts to wonder. Hannibal never struck him as someone particularly funny but - well? Maybe?
Hannibal invites him over but Will can’t quite bring himself to stay. He deposits a nice bottle of wine along with his apologies, but he lingers, just long enough to watch Hannibal work a little with those rolled up sleeves and muscled forearms.
They are rather distracting.
And then the topic of Hannibal’s change in profession comes about and when Hannibal says “I transferred my passion for anatomy into the culinary arts”, Will has no idea why he’s suddenly laughing hysterically.
It’s worded a little too baroquely, sure, but it’s not funny. Hannibal just stares at him, his mouth ticking up at the corner.
Will lets the laughter run out, his head between his knees, taking as many deep breaths as he can. Then he starts to do the math and his blood runs cold. He straightens up so fast he goes a little light-headed.
“Holy shit,” Will says, “you’re the Chesapeake Ripper.”
Hannibal doesn’t really react to this, just politely sets down his knife and raises his eyebrows.
“Which would mean that you’re my soulmate.”
Will swallows hard. “Oh, shit.”
He runs out into the night and doesn’t look back.
Five years later
Hannibal serves the meat to their guests, meticulously arranged on blood-red plates with white lettuce, stewed cranberries and nettle sauce.
“Ooh,” coos a woman to Will’s right, “what is this.”
“Turkey,” Hannibal replies. “Though this particular bird was in quite a foul mood.”
Will bursts out laughing, so hard and loud that he almost falls off his chair. The rest of the room falls awkwardly silent.
“Please don’t mind my husband,” Hannibal says with a smile. “He has a dreadful sense of humour.”
Hi! I see that you accepted a prompt about Yousana, so I decided to send one myself... could you write about the first time Yousef realizes he's in love with Sana + the first time Sana realizes she's in love with Yousef + the first time they confess their feelings for each other? Like these three moments that are so important in their love story. Thank you so much in advance, I hope you decide to write it! 😘
Hey :) Well, I wrote it and thank you for trusting that I could write this properly. I hope these moments are like you imagined them to be :) Let me know how you like it :)
The lovely @nothesc helped me think of the moments they first realized they were in love. Thanks for that <3
Yousef has liked
Sana for a long time now. At first she was just his friend’s little sister. The
first time he saw her she was sitting at the kitchen table with her school
books scattered all over the table. She was so immersed in her work that she
didn’t notice Elias being home, with a friend.
However, over the
years Sana got Yousef’s attention more and more. And she didn’t have to do
anything for that. Elias and Yousef became best friends and Elias always
invited Yousef over to his house. Yousef would see Sana walk past the living
room when they were playing video games there, or she would be in the kitchen
when he went there to get something to drink and sometimes she would join Elias
and his friends in a game of basketball or even video games.
For many years
Yousef didn’t think about it much. Sana was just his best friend’s sister. But
the older they got, the more he saw Sana, the harder it got to see her as just
Elias’ sister. Yousef found himself wishing Sana would be sitting at the
kitchen table doing homework, whenever he got up to get something to drink.
Sometimes even when he wasn’t thirsty.
It didn’t help that
Sana started being more friendly with him. She was always nice to Elias’
friends. Some of them basically live at the Bakkoush house so it wouldn’t be
easy for Sana to ignore them all. However, at one point her friendliness
towards Yousef changed. Yousef didn’t know what that meant, if she just got
more used to him being at her home whenever Elias was home or if she started to
feel the same way as he did. Then, Yousef didn’t know what exactly it was that
he felt. He just knew that seeing Sana, even if they didn’t speak more than a
Hello, made his day better.
Then, Sana started
to hang around the guys more. She didn’t just say Hello or answer questions.
She initiated conversations. Yousef wasn’t sure if he just imagined it or if
Sana really spend more time talking to him than to the other guys. His thoughts
were validated by that one time they were all sitting in the garden and Sana
came outside with a basketball under her arm and her phone in her hand. She
didn’t notice that the guys were outside at first, neither did Elias, Adam,
Mikael, Adam or Even notice Sana coming out of the house. Yousef did though. He
always did. For one reason or another Mutta and Adam screamed at the same time
which made Sana look up from her phone, a confused and kind of annoyed look on
her face. She didn’t come closer and when Elias called her: “Hey, sis.
Wanna join us?”, Sana had only shook her head. Eyebrows furrowed and a
small frown on her lips. Then she met Yousef’s gaze and he smiled at her. His
attempt at making her frown go away. Yousef felt the need to get up and walk
over to her; he had stopped listening to what the boys were talking about when
his eyes landed on Sana. But Yousef didn’t have to get up, Sana’s small frown
turned into the smallest smile when she saw Yousef ginning at her. Yousef took
the smile as a good sign and nodded lightly, to indicate that Sana should join
them. He looked from his friends over to Sana and waited for her to react. And
she did. Slowly she walked over to the boys and sat down close to them but
didn’t say anything because Elias and Mikael were in a big discussion about
something… Yousef didn’t pay enough attention to know what the topic was.
Once Sana sat down Elias turned to her and exclaimed loudly: “You did
decide to join us! What changed your mind?” Sana smiled at her brother but
shrugged. Elias didn’t ask any more and Sana rolled the basketball on the
ground next to her to preoccupy herself. She didn’t know that Yousef’s eyes
kept on finding her and that he couldn’t do anything to stop. When she looked
up and they shared a look, both of them smiled at each other, not saying
That is how things
were between them for a long time. Communicating with looks more than with words.
She is just a nice girl Yousef tried to tell himself but could never stop
himself from thinking, and smart and beautiful.
once they had a real conversation, just the two of them, about something other
than Elias’ whereabouts, information about a game the boys were playing which
Sana joined or how school is going. Looking for a way to keep talking to her,
Yousef offered to teach her how to peel carrots.
After that Yousef
felt like he was able to make a move. He knew that him wanting to see Sana and
talk to her about anything, really, was not just because she was nice. He
admitted to himself that he might have a crush on Sana.
if you want to hide your little crush.”, Mikael had whispered to Yousef
with an knowing smile when they were eating at the Bakkoush house once again;
Elias, Yousef, Mutta, Adam, Mikael, Sana and her parents. Yousef had
immediately turned to Mikael to deny it but Mikael looked at him knowingly and
turned away from him.
That day he
admitted his crush on her to himself.
And when he felt
like Sana would be comfortable enough with it, he added her on Facebook. Asking
what she’s up to was not weird anymore, being alone with her wasn’t weird
anymore, spending time with her outside of the Bakkoush house wasn’t weird
It was like the
universe hated him because one day after they finally had their first date,
after a few weeks that made Yousef’s heart ache because Sana distanced herself,
he had to leave. He was more than happy to see that part of his family again
that he only ever sees in the summer but the evening he had spent with Sana
made him want to stay and spend the summer with her. They had so much fun and
for the first time he felt really secure that Sana did see him as more than her
Sitting at the gate
at the airport, with 15 minutes until boarding, Yousef couldn’t keep thoughts
about the previous evening out of his head.
Sana never stopping smiling, her dimples always showing. Sana trusting him
enough to catch her when she jumps down those big stairs. He could almost hear
her laughter from when they did the ‘trust test’ with the showers. The way she
grinned and teased him about him bringing food to break her fast. He remembers
Sana opening up to him. At the thought of Sana being bullied, even when it was
in the past, he clenches his jaw and his chest tightens. Yousef doesn’t want
her to hurt, ever. At the same time he couldn’t describe the warm feeling inside
about Sana trusting him enough to open up to him even if he tried. He loves
that Sana and him can be silly one moment and talk about serious topics in the
next one. Disagreeing doesn’t make them fight; it makes them try to understand
the other one.
His phone beeps and
pulls him out of his thoughts.
“I hope you
have a lot of fun with your family! <3”
“And keep me
updated if you are attacked by swans or not… then I can hit up Stephen Curry
As soon as Sana’s
name appears on his screen, a big smile finds its way on Yousef’s face. It’s
still very early, He knows she went to bed late last night, but she still got
up early and thought of texting him. But once again, it dawns on him that he
won’t see her all summer, at least not in person. That thought makes him lower
his phone slowly and stare into nothingness for a few moments. His chest
tightens, his mouth goes dry, breathing is hard for some time.
Yousef closes his
eyes and swallows the lump in his throat. It shouldn’t be this hard to not see
your crush for a few weeks. And it’s not. It’s not just a crush anymore, maybe
hasn’t been for some time now.
With the worst
timing ever, Yousef realizes one very obvious thing.
He is in love with
Two months. Two
months Sana didn’t see Yousef. Well, at least in person. They talked pretty
much every day. Yousef shared his summer adventures with Sana and Sana told him
about everything that happened in her summer holidays.
Every time Sana got
a text she quickly unlocked her phone. Usually it was Yousef and seeing his
name on the screen of her phone made her smile from ear to ear and her heart
skip a beat. The times it was not Yousef she had to remind herself not to get
sad about it because if it wasn’t Yousef it almost always was one of the girls.
Now, after two
months of just texting, and facetiming once in a while, Yousef would arrive in
Oslo any minute. He told Sana when he would land and she kept on staring at the
clock. She needed to know that the flight went well and Yousef and his family
landed safely. Sana had prayed for them. Walking up and down in her room, she
turned her phone in her hands, a nervous habit. She’s not only worried about
him landing safely but also about seeing him after such a long time. The last
time they were together they were on a date and had a great time. But what if
he doesn’t feel the same anymore? A lot can change in two months. Especially if
you’re not seeing the other person in that time.
Sana thought about
going to the airport but quickly realized that that wouldn’t be the best idea.
Technically, Yousef and Sana only went on one date. That doesn’t promise
anything. However, Sana remembers their conversation that night very well and
knows that they silently promised something to each other. Her nervousness just
makes her doubt things she knows.
Sana’s phone beeps
and Sana’s heart beats faster. It’s Yousef.
Sana let’s out a
breath and smiles to herself. She doesn’t really know why she gets so anxious
about him being on a plane. Technology is advanced enough to get people from
one country to another in a few hours, she flew before.
Finally, she stops
pacing in her room and sits down on her bed and answers Yousef’s text.
“Good J How was the flight?”
Sana lets herself
fall on her back and closes her eyes for a second. She starts scrolling up in
their text conversation. Many pictures of old buildings Yousef saw on a
sightseeing tour and thought Sana would enjoy. Pictures of Yousef with his
cousins. A lot of pictures of Turkish food Yousef thought Sana needed to see.
Sana didn’t realize that they texted this much. She knew she had her phone in
her hand pretty much always but now that she’s been scrolling for 5 minutes,
she’s still at the text from two days ago.
She gets another
text from Yousef which makes her smile a lot again. She sits up and reads the
“Good. This older
lady sat next to me and talked about her children the whole way. I can tell you
her sons’ biographies later!”
Sana leaves her
room and goes to the kitchen. And what a surprise: Mutta, Elias, Mikael and
Adam are there, eating. When are they not here? Not that it bothers her. They
all arrived home from their holidays earlier than Yousef.
“Hi, sis!”, Elias
says loudly as soon as he sees her enter the kitchen.
Sana answers with a
‘Hi’ directed to all four guys and gets herself something to drink. Whatever
they were talking about before, they stopped and all turned around to look at
Sana, who was standing by the window.
looks at each of them and waits for one of the four to say whatever they felt
like they needed to say.
Elias speaks up and
Sana is very aware of the four pairs of eyes trained on her. “Yousef landed in
Oslo.” Sana just nods and presses her lips together to not break into a grin.
The guys look disappointed that Sana didn’t give them a bigger reaction.
“Of course she
already knew!”, Mutta laughs and shakes his head.
“He probably texted
her before us!”, Adam exclaims.
Sana once again
just shrugs. It is a very amusing view seeing them half offended and half
“Are we going to
see him later?”, Mikael asks the guys and sends a look in Sana’s direction as
well. Just the thought of seeing him again makes Sana take in a sharp breath
and a smile grow on her face.
Elias on the other
hand answers: “That dude just landed. He probably wants to sleep when he gets
home. We’ll see him tomorrow.” While the other guys in the room agree, Sana
tries to not show them how disappointed she is and shortly after leaves the
kitchen. Even before she arrives in her room her phone beeps again. A message
“Meet me at the
basketball court in an hour? J”
The whole way to the
basketball court, the court they played at after bringing Elias to Noora’s,
Sana can’t keep a smile off of her face. She missed him. She knew she would
miss him but she couldn’t imagine how much.
And there he was. Standing
at the other end of the basketball court. He had arrived even before her and
she left the house earlier than necessary. The closer she got, the more excited
she grew. The big smile on her face doesn’t leave for a second.
When Yousef heard
her footsteps he turns around and watches as Sana came closer. Sana’s eyes
travel along his body. He is in sweatpants and a white t-shirt. His hair is
covered by a snapback and he has his phone in his hands.
Sana always laughed
when people talked about having butterflies in their stomach. She didn’t think
she would get a feeling like that. But here she is. Seeing Yousef in his very
chill clothes, looking a little exhausted but greeting her with the biggest and
brightest smile. She felt butterflies and a whole zoo in her stomach.
“I’m sorry that I
look like this but I just went home to leave my stuff there and came to meet
you right away.”, Yousef says as Sana finally stands in front of him. Sana’s
heart starts racing even faster at this. He could’ve gone home and rest and
meet everyone later but he choose to meet her now. And she’s over the moon
about it. She missed him so much. Sana wouldn’t miss anyone she only has a
crush on this much. She wouldn’t feel this happy seeing someone who is only a
crush after two months of being apart.
Standing there, on
the basketball court, Yousef matching Sana’s huge grin, she realizes something
She is in love with
Mondays are Yousef
and Sana’s day. It’s his free day and it has become a tradition that Yousef picks
Sana up from school and they do something together.
Today, they went to
eat something first and ended up going to a park, sitting in the sun and
talking. Sana and Yousef seem to never run out of things to talk about. And
sometimes they sit next to each other, not saying a word and simply enjoying
each other’s presence.
Sana is sitting on her jacket while Yousef is lying in the grass. He has his
head turned to look at Sana and watches her as she reads a book for her English
“Can you stop that?”,
Sana asks Yousef without looking up from her book.
“What am I doing?”,
Yousef asks back even though he knows what she means.
“Stop looking at
me. It makes me nervous.”, Sana says and can’t help but laugh. Now she turns to
look at Yousef as well, who sits up and tilts his head to the side.
“I make you
nervous?”, he asks in a challenging way. He looks her in the eyes and Sana
doesn’t look away. The sun is shining right into Sana’s face and she has to
squint to be able to look at Yousef. She leans in a little closer, obviously
with a sarcastic remark on her mind. However, she doesn’t get to answer because
out of nowhere, it starts to rain. No, it starts pouring rain. Quickly they
both stand up; Sana packs the book in her bag which Yousef takes from her. He
grabs her hand and they start running to find a dry place to stand until the
rain calms down. Neither of them has brought an umbrella.
They find a canopy
and once they stand there, they are already drenched. That doesn’t bother
neither Sana nor Yousef. They are both laughing.
Still holding her hand, Yousef watches how Sana tries to wipe away her smudged
make up, she thinks there is. Sana tries to be careful and her light violet
colored hijab is sticking to the sides of her face. In that moment Yousef is
sure that he has never seen a more beautiful girl in his life.
Yousef lifts his
free hand and wants to wipe a big raindrop from Sana’s face. She sees what he’s
doing and just nods. While he is doing that slowly, they look each other into the
eyes and Sana starts to say something.
“Did you know..”,
she starts and Yousef starts smiling broadly. He knows that an interesting fact
about anything will follow now. “If there is rain in the desert, the chances are that you might not get
wet. The droplets fade away under the influence of hot air. And that’s why it’s
hard to tell when it rains in the desert. It’s called Phantom rain.”
has a tender look on his face and there is only one thought on his mind. How
can Sana be this beautiful, and funny, and smart? He is fascinated by her, how
she is so eager to learn more about everything, how she is so understanding and
I really love you.” It slips out of Yousef’s mouth before he can register what’s
happening. Sana’s eyes widen and she looks at him with a small smile on her
face. But she doesn’t say anything. She’s not able to in that moment. But Yousef
understands it different from what Sana thinks.
God. I… I… It just slipped, I was thinking it and I couldn’t…”, Yousef starts
to ramble. Did he say it too soon? He didn’t plan on saying it but it was what
he was thinking and it just happened.
interrupts him by squeezing his hand a little. Yousef’s gaze falls on their
intertwined hands and then he looks up, into Sana’s eyes again.
breath.”, she says and chuckles lightly. That Sana is smiling and not reacting negatively
lifts a weight of Yousef’s chest. He nods and takes a deep breath. Then Sana
continues to talk.
wouldn’t want the guy I’m in love with to die because he forgot to breath.”
sentence didn’t help Yousef to breath properly. His breath hitched in his
throat, his eyebrows shot up and then a grin appeared on his lips.
that mean…?”, is all he can say because his heart is racing too much.
Scarlet Camellia Petals [Hanahaki AU - Shigaraki Tomura]
Don’t worry, everyone! I haven’t forgotten about the 100 followers special!It will be written with the winning character and scenario soon.
I just started writing this drabble because I’d had a rough day and I really wanted to indulge in something I had a few ideas for already, so I hope you guys enjoy my first attempt at writing a scenario!I hope nobody seems too OOC :’^0
Warning: there is mention of self-harm, so read at your own risk. Also, since it’s pretty long, I’m also going to put most of it under a cut.
Also… try looking up the meaning of red camellia petals in hanakotoba. I chose them for a reason ;^)
Shigaraki Tomura distinctly remembered the first day that they walked into the League of Villains headquarters. He was absentmindedly swirling his drink, watching the ice cubes slowly spin in a circle when he heard Kurogiri call to him, saying someone had come to talk about joining the League. When he turned to look at the door, he saw them for the first time. They didn’t look like a villain at first glance, but upon closer examination Tomura could tell that they were serious about joining merely from the expression on their face.
“Why do you want to join the League of Villains?” he asked bluntly. There was no point in saying it any other way, with any eloquent speech; he could tell he didn’t have to convince them that they should join. It was clear in their eyes that they wanted to be there already.
Their response was firm and without any hesitation. “I just want to show the heroes that this League can’t be ignored.” It was a vague answer, but for some reason, it caught Tomura’s interest. Such determination, he thought, could be put to very good use within the League. Plus, this was one of the first people who had come to him willingly without babbling about the ideology of the Hero Killer.
Maybe I unlocked a new, less annoying type of character, he thought to himself as he contemplated what to say in reply to their statement. Finally, he decided on a simple, “You can join,” thoroughly surprising Kurogiri.
He was far too used to Tomura behaving poorly around visitors, so seeing this newcomer gain acceptance without a single bickering remark from Tomura was baffling to Kurogiri. Tomura could tell this was what Kurogiri was thinking, too—it showed in his glowing, yellow eyes, which had widened slightly the moment the newcomer was accepted.
Once they’d gone on their way, now a new member of the League, Tomura found himself briefly thinking about them. As he sat there, staring down at the half-melted ice in his glass, he wondered to himself why he was so interested in this new recruit. It already didn’t feel right.
So this is my first fan fiction
Rated (nsfw 18+)
Choi twins x yoosung
SO HERE GOES NOTHING
So the day started out like any other day for yoosung recently he was hanging out with saeyoung and saeran trying to keep his mind off the fact that he just had a bad break up.
His now ex girlfriend mc , had cheated on him with his good friend zen and he was having a hard time getting over it .
Although recently in the past week he had found comfort in playing games with choi twins.
“Hey that’s not fair man ! You are totally cheating ” saeran said he leaned over yoosung shoulders to push his controller out of his hand.
“I’m totally not man”
Yoosung laugh back. Saeran was still leaning over his shoulders his cheek was touching yoosung’s. Yoosung could feel the warmth of him on his face.
“Yoosung man what are you blushing about ” Saeyoung chuckled as he walked from the kitchen to the room hand full of potato chips.
“What I am not blushing !”
Yoosing snapped at the louder of the two twins.
‘Awww yoosung , you think I am cute ,don’t you?“ Saeran picked
"Umm uhhhh no, . .yeah. . nuh” yoosung flustered on his words as he turned and looked at the now laughing saeran.
“I AM NOT GAY! … well I don’t think I am , I mean I have never liked a guy liked that before ” yoosung managed to get out before he was stopped by soft lips against his.
Yoosung didn’t know how to act the only other person he had kissed before was mc , and that was only a few times before.
But these lips on his were soft and warm it felt so right.
Before yoosung knew it saeran had his holding yooung’s face in place as he continued kissing the young blonde slowly adding tongue into the kiss.
Yoosung felt numb his head was a blank.
“Woah that’s actually pretty hot ”
A comment came from saeyoung as he watched his twin brother makeout with his friend .
Saeran pulled away from the kiss.
“So are you gay ? ” he smiled looked at yoosung.
Yoosung was lost for words.
“I don’t know about him , but I think I might be gay now ”
“Hey I have an idea ” the pale twin expelled as he pulled yoosung down into his lap.
“Yoosung I have a question for you , have you ever had sex ? ”
Saeran asked the now nervous blonde.
“Uhh, no … I almost did once ”
“You’re so innocently cute”
Saeran murmured as he pulled yoosung hair away so he could kiss his neck.
The young blonde started to shift his legs around.
“Don’t be ashamed cutie ”
Saeran said as he pulled yoosung’s knees a part to expose his now very noticeable erection. Saeran reached down between yoosung’s trembling thighs and started to rub the boy through his pants.
“Well this is getting interesting!” Saeyoung said as he walked over and sat down in front of the two of them.
“You should join ” saeran suggest as he looked up at his twin
“Wha . . what”
The boy in between them shuttered
“Come on yoo it is me ”
Saeyoung said as he rubbed up the shy boys shaking legs.
Before yoosung could say anything he was being attacked by the twins as saeran was kissing and biting him his long term friend saeyoung had leaned over and stared kissing his lower stomach and hips as he slowly stroked his member.
Before he know what happening Saeyoung was pulling his shirt over his head as saeran turned him around and started to kiss him again.
A jealous saeyoung made his way down to yoosung’s pants button he quickly got it undone and started to pull them down exposing yoosung twitching erection ,precum leaving a mark on his cute purple boxers.
Yoosung let a slight moan as saeyoung , started kissing the nervous boys hip bones slowly making his way down.
“I see some one wants us badly ”
Saeran sneered as he looked down at yoosungs now completely exposed member it was dripping with precum.
“I am really nervous ”
“Don’t be yoo, I am about to make you feel really good ” saeyoung said as he started to lick yoosung as he kept eye contact with him
“Oh… my. . ” yoosung gasped in
“So you like that” saeran whispered into yoosung ear as he pulled away from kissing him.
Saeran pulled yoosung off his lap careful to not distract his brother from his tasty treat .
Saeran got to his feet and stood to the front of the blonde and leaned down to kiss him before he unzipped his pants showing his bright red boxer briefs
And the beast he was hiding inside them. Saeran started to rub himself as he watched his brother slowly sucking on yoosung’s memeber.
Yoosung reached over and started rubbing saeran.
“I wanna to …. Umm… lick it maybe , you want me to ” yoosung said as he started to slowly pull down Saeran’s briefs .
“Oh, you are getting into this now huh cutie?” Saeran shot a wink to him and he stepped closer to him.
Yoosung started at the base and slowly licked his way up never once looking away from saerans beautiful green eyes
Saeran ran his hand in yoosung hair and let out a moan before forcing himself further inside yoosungs mouth.
Distracted by one twin yoosung had almost forgot what saeyoung was doing until he he felt seayoung’s finger near his entrance.
“Relax yoosung , I am going to make you feel good ”
The twin said as he slid his pointer finger inside the blonde.
Yoosung moaned around saerans cock as he was forced to take it all into his throat
“You are doing so good”
Saeran praised the blonde as he pulled himself out of his mouth.
Yoosung let’s out soft moans as the other twin adds another finger.
“So cutie what do you want now ? ” saeran said as he bent down to be face level with the boy.
“I want you… please !” He moaned as he pulled the pale twin in for another kiss
“Well you heard him brother ” saeran spat to his twin as he took his place in between yoosungs legs
“He saeyoung is that lube still in the top shelf of your end table? ” he asked his twin. “Yeah” he said as he reached over to the end table and gave his brother the lube
“Thank you ” saeran smiled
“This will be a little cold but it will be worth it so just bare with me okay ” saeran said as he put some lube on yoosung’s entrance.
Saeran fondled with yoosung a few more moments before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a condom.
“ don’t ask I always have them on me
You never know ”
He said as he started to open it
“Hey . . ”
Yoosung stopped him
“Yeah what is it?” Saeran asked
“You don’t have to use that ” he blushed at him
“Are you sure ?” The twin asked
Yoosung nodded yes back
Saeran began to rub himself on yoosungs entrance.
“Okay I am going to put it in , are you ready?”
He studdered to yoosung
“Mmhmm” yoosung moaned
Saeran slowly pushed himself into yoosung.
As he did saeyoung pulled the blondes the head back and shoved himself inside his mouth blocking his moans from escaping his mouth.
May add more once I finish the art for it .
But that’s it for now so please enjoy and please don’t repost my writings anywhere
Characters: Reader, Hotch, Gibbs, NCIS team, BAU team
Warning: Fluff, Angst
A/N: I think I’m gonna turn this into a series. What do ya think?
“Welcome to the team, Y/N,” Agent Hotchner said, giving you a firm handshake.
“Thank you, Agent Hotchner. I’m very excited to work with you and your team,” you smiled, releasing his hand.
“Please, just call me Hotch. Everyone in our team, calls me Hotch,” a slight smile tugs on his lips. You smiled even harder because you knew how hard it was to get the agent to crack a smile, and you, the new girl, did just that. You had a feeling you were going to fit in just nice into your new team.
Hey, could you please write some Jerejean with jealous Jean? Not Jean being an asshole, but like the other Trojans always smiling at Jeremy and touching him? Jean is just silently fumming and he doesn't understand what's he's feeling?
Jean was having one of those days. It was different from a bad day, which was probably the most alarming part about it. Bad days were easily identifiable from the way they made him hole up in his head, forgetting where he was and who was there.
This feeling was the opposite, a hyperawareness of every bit of his surroundings, every person he came into contact with. For instance, right now he could see another backliner, Jake, laughing with Jeremy, hand on his shoulder and leaning toward him. Almost intimately close.
Jean closed his eyes against the glare of the sun and tried cataloging the reasons why this sight might bother him. He could be projecting his aversion to touch onto Jeremy. Jeremy was so effortlessly good, so naturally trusting, that Jean doubted he would even notice if someone had ill intentions toward him. That’s not to say Jean thought Jeremy was stupid; he just knew that people who grew up without reason to be afraid of people often weren’t until it was too late.
That surge of protectiveness led him to think about whether his protectiveness was just an extension of his codependency left over from his time with the Ravens. But that didn’t make sense either. He didn’t feel like his life was entwined with Jeremy’s. He didn’t feel a sense of responsibility for him. His brow furrowed.
As he considered this puzzling feeling, he watched Jeremy rub the back of his neck in the way he did when he was flustered. Maybe, Jean thought, he should go join them, make sure Jeremy wasn’t uncomfortable-
Jean whirled around to see Alvarez standing next to him with an eyebrow raised.
“What?” he replied, annoyed.
“You’ve been glaring at the back of Jake’s head for like a full minute. Either you suddenly really hate the guy or you’re jealous.”
“And why would I be jealous of Jake?”
Alvarez looked at him like he was a particularly dense child that she pitied. “If you don’t know, then I can’t help you.”
As he looked back over at the pair, Jake’s hand had drifted from Jeremy’s shoulder to his forearm and Jeremy was nodding along to whatever he was saying. Jean turned away and threw himself into drills, ignoring the strange hollow feeling in his chest.
Years later, at a professional banquet, Jean walked in hand in hand with Jeremy. They had been together for 2 years and Jean looked down at the engagement ring on his finger and smiled. He never dreamed he would be this happy, but after moving in with Jeremy after graduation, they had moved from an easy friendship to an easier relationship.
As Jean was reminiscing, he heard Jeremy make a noise of recognition to his right.
Jean let go so Jeremy could hug his old friend.
“It’s been ages!”
“I know!” Jake affirmed. “You look good, Jere.”
Jean may have been clueless in the early days, but now he knew why he was jealous and moved to make his presence known. He curled a protective arm around Jeremy’s waist, and Jeremy immediately relaxed into his hold.
“Jean! You look good too, buddy,” Jake added obliviously.
Jean gave a curt nod and stood there as they caught up, interjecting when necessary. He wasn’t actually agitated; he knew Jeremy was committed and happy with him. Still, Jake’s demeanor with Jeremy had always made him uneasy and he was eager to get this exchange over with.
Once they said their goodbyes, Jean ushered them over to a private corner so he could draw Jeremy in for a deep, reassuring kiss.
Jeremy drew back smiling and breathless. “Whoa, caveman. Not that I’m complaining, but…”
Jean glanced to the side, embarrassed. Jeremy, as per usual, understood what Jean couldn’t say and smiled softly before cupping Jean’s cheeks. “Love,” he started, “You know you have nothing to worry about.”
“I know,” Jean answered softly.
“Good,” Jeremy said, pecking Jean’s cheek. He laced his hands with Jean’s, leading them back to the main area.
After a slight pause, Jeremy added teasingly, “If you wanted to use some of that energy when dancing with me tonight, though, I wouldn’t say no.”
Jean followed eagerly, excited to get the pomp and circumstance of the event out of the way so he could spend time with his love. Jeremy attracted people to him in droves, but his special smiles and deepest joys were reserved for Jean. This man would probably be the death of him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sana has had a long and exhausting day at
school. These days it seems like all the teachers teamed up to make the
students’ lives as hard as possible. But Sana won’t let that bring her down.
She knows she is a good student and a few rough days are fine, she can handle
it. Her way of dealing with the stress is to get home and take time to relax.
As soon as she steps a foot through the door to
her house, she doubts she’ll have much time to relax on her own. While Sana
takes off her shoes she hears laughter from the living room. That’s not
unusual. What’s unusual is that Sana isn’t hearing the laughter of five guys.
She’s hearing Elias for sure but the other person sounds like … a child. Which
doesn’t make sense for Sana in that moment at all. That’s why she leaves her
shoes and bag at the door and quickly goes to the living room door. She opens
the door just so little that she can see who is inside. Once her eyes fall on
Elias running around the living room, chasing a little child that is laughing
uncontrollably a big smile finds its way on Sana’s lips. Sana is not sure why
exactly she is seeing her brother play tag with a child in her living room but
it’s funny to look at. It also brings back own memories of her eldest brother
chasing Elias and Sana around the house or in the garden.
A few moments Sana just stands at the door,
leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed in front of her. It takes Elias
a minute or two to notice his sister being finally home. But when he does, he
stops chasing the little girl, who is oblivious to Sana being there. Elias stands
up straight and quickly goes over to the door, where Sana is still standing.
“Hey, Sana! Great you’re home!”, he says, still
smiling and looking back and forth between his sister and the little girl.
“I completely forgot that I have a job
interview in…”, he looks down at his watch, “… 15 minutes but I also agreed to look after Lily for an
hour. But I really need to go now, you’ll look after her, right? Her mom will
be here in 45 minutes or so.”
With that Elias walks past Sana. He doesn’t
wait for Sana to answer. Confused, and a little overwhelmed with the
information and task Elias just dumped on her, Sana turns on her spot and
watches as Elias runs into his room and comes back to put his shoes on. While
he does that Sana walks up to him and blocks his way to the door.
“Elias.”, she says and waits for her brother to
look at her. He looks up and raises his eyebrows as if he can’t think of
anything Sana would want to say to him in this very moment. “Why did you agree
to look after Lily when you have a job interview? Am I supposed to babysit her
Elias is preoccupied with putting his shoes on,
checking his pockets and backpack to look if he has everything he needs. While doing that he looks at his sister again
and nods. He’s in a rush and talking so fast that it’s almost impossible to
understand what he’s saying. It would be impossible if Sana didn’t grow up with
“I forgot about the job interview. There was an
emergency where dad and Lily’s mom are needed. She couldn’t find a babysitter
so quickly and asked if we could babysit.” Elias is almost panting. He is
rushing to get out of the house. Elias had told Sana about the job interview
and she didn’t forget about it. So how could he?
Elias goes to open the door but then remembers
somethings. He runs into the living room and quickly tells Lily: ”Hey, Lily. I
need to go now to do something important but my sister, Sana, will be here with
you, okay? She’s really fun, I promise.”
From where she’s standing Sana can’t see Lily
but she hears a small ‘Okay’. Then Elias runs past her and opens the door and
runs into the person standing right in front of the door, with his hand raised
to ring the doorbell.
Elias looks up at him, says Sorry and turns to
Sana to quickly say: ”Oh, and I also forgot that I made plans with Yousef.
Please explain it to him. Love you. Wish me luck. Bye.” He keeps on talking
while walking down the stairs until Sana and Yousef hear the main door close
With a very confused look Yousef turns to Sana
and raises his eyebrows. But before asking anything he takes a second to look
at Sana and smiles.
Sana smiles back at him. “Hi.”
A few seconds they stand at the door and Yousef
is content with it but he’s also still confused. He was supposed to meet Elias
here to think of new YouTube- video ideas. That plan obviously won’t work out
now because his best friend just ran out of the house. For a second Sana
forgets that there is a child in her living room, she doesn’t really now. She
has met Lily and her mom twice before but that was at big dinner-party type
“He forgot about his job interview.”, Sana
Then her eyes widen. Now she remembers Lily
sitting in the living room. Sana looks over her shoulder and looks back at
Yousef with slight panic in her eyes. Even before Yousef can ask if she’s okay,
Sana decides to ask him something.
“Do you have a little bit of time now?” Yousef
looks at Sana, his head tilted to the side, trying to figure out why she would
ask that. Usually Sana is not this direct. When they hang out, only the two of
them, it’s usually not because Sana asks. It just happens.
Yousef tries not to get his hopes up too much, the panic in her eyes is not
what he hoped she would look at him like when asking something like this.
Yousef nods. “My plans just got cancelled by
Elias running out of the house.”
“You’re good with kids, right? I mean, you work
in a kindergarten. And you want 12 kids someday, so you need to be good with
kids, don’t you?” Sana is too busy hoping he agrees to help her babysit that
she doesn’t completely realize what she’s saying.
Yousef can’t help himself and has to smile
about Sana being so jittery and kind of nervous. It’s not often that Sana lets
her guards down like this. Plus, she mentions the 12 kids. Yousef thinks back
to the conversation they had in the kitchen weeks ago. The first real
conversation they ever had. Yousef’s smile grows until he bites his lip to stop
At the same time Yousef has no clue where this
conversation is leading. None at all.
“I like to think I’m good with kids, yes.”,
Yousef responds and immediately Sana opens the door more and points to the
living room. The living room door is also open. Yousef and Sana both look at
the little girl sitting on the floor and skipping through the pages of a book.
Yousef observes how Sana’s panicked face softens a little when watching the
little girl. Then Sana turns around and catches Yousef looking at her. She smiles
shortly and blushes which Yousef notices and starts smiling too.
“Elias agreed to babysit her because he forgot
about his job interview.” Sana explains.
Yousef nods and walks into the house. He closes
the door behind him and waits for Sana to lead the way. Sana doesn’t need to
explicitly ask him to help her. Yousef knows Sana enough to know she doesn’t
like asking for help, ever. That she trusts him enough to do that makes him
happier than he wants to admit to himself. Looking after a kid that is probably
around 5 or 6 years old is not that hard anyway and he gets to spend time with
Sana looks at Yousef one more time and leads
the way to the living room. Sana knows that it’s ridiculous to be so nervous to
babysit a child. Especially when the child is 5 years old. She’s not a baby
anymore. There’s still an uneasy feeling in her stomach that makes Sana unsure
about this whole thing. She likes children. But she feels more comfortable when
their parents are present so that they can deal with any problems their child
Sana stands in front of Lily, who is looking up
at Sana. To do that Lily has to lean back too much, which is why Sana decides
to sit down on the floor, across from Lily.
“Hi, I’m Sana.” Sana doesn’t know what exactly
to say. She doesn’t remember when it was the last time she was alone with
someone under 16 years. Even with all her cousins she loves Sana is barely
Lily smiles broadly at Sana and nods which
makes her brown her fly all over the place. Playing tag with Elias probably
caused her hair to fall out of her ponytail. “I know.”
That makes Sana smile. At least Lily is not a
child that doesn’t like to talk, Sana thinks. Because that makes everything
harder. Still, now Sana is not sure what to do or say. Should she just let Lily
play on her own, read her a book, play tag like Elias did? Lily goes back to
turning pages in the book on her lap. It’s one of the fairy-tale books Sana’s
mother put on their big book shelf. Sana lets her gaze wander through the room
and finally turns to Yousef.
Yousef has been standing at the door and
observing the situation in front of him. It amazes him how cautious Sana is
around the little girl. There is still confidence in the way Sana sits down in
front of the girl and introduces herself but it’s different from what Yousef
has seen of Sana before. Behind the obvious confidence, Yousef can sense her
nervousness and insecurity about the situation which is new. And very cute. His
lips quirk up into a smile and Sana just looks at him with her eyebrows raised
and a questioning look. Sana nods at Yousef as if to say that he should join
them. So he does. He pushes himself of off the wall and walks to the two girls.
Like Sana did before, Yousef sits down in front of the little girl. There’s
only little space between Sana and Yousef. The little girl is still busy with
turning pages without actually looking at them. She probably went through the
book three times since Yousef stood at the door.
The little girl notices that someone new joined
her and looks up from the book. With big eyes she looks at Yousef and then at
Sana. Finally she turns her attention on Yousef again.
“Who are you?” Lily asks Yousef. Sana looks
from Yousef to Lily and back to Yousef and sees how he instantly breaks into a
He sits up straight and answers the girl. “My
name is Yousef. I’m Sana’s …”, he stops for a second and instinctively turns to
Sana. He could feel her gaze on him. With her legs crossed under her, Sana
listens carefully to what Yousef says and when he stops and looks at her, she
just looks back at him. Not answering for him. Did she know what they were to
each other. Can Yousef tell the little girl what he actually thinks?
He ends up saying:” I’m Sana’s friend.” Yousef
doesn’t dare to look at Sana. He fears seeing her reaction to that might be
something he doesn’t want to see. He proceeds to talk to the little girl. “And
who are you? I see that you already know Sana and Elias.”
Sana watches the guy sitting next to her and
the little girl in front of her talk and all she can think in that very moment
is: How cute can they be? Yousef’s
tone when speaking to Lily is extra soft but he doesn’t talk to her like she’s
a baby which Lily probably very much enjoys.
Sana misses a small part of their conversation
because she was too lost in thoughts and secretly admiring how easy it is for
Yousef to connect with children. She wouldn’t ever admit to that but the fact
that he is good with children makes him even more attractive in her eyes.
“Elias played tag with me. Can we play tag?”
Lily asks Yousef. Wow, how much could Sana have missed in that one minute she
didn’t pay attention? They became friends fast.
Yousef nods but turns to Sana once more. He
catches her watching them with a smile on her face, dimples showing. Without
being able to take his eyes off of Sana Yousef answers Lily.
“We can do that. Do you want to ask Sana if she
wants to play too?” Yousef doesn’t look anywhere but into Sana’s eyes for a few
seconds and Sana doesn’t look anywhere but into Yousef’s eyes. He is not even
saying or doing anything special but why does him sitting next to her,
shoulders barely touching, make Sana feel so happy and content with her life in
Lily’s voice breaks the trance Yousef and Sana
are in. They both look at Lily again.
“Sana, do you want play tag with us. Please?”
Lily changes the position she sits in to lean a little forward, towards Sana.
With a big smile and the cutest hopeful look on her face Lily waits for an
answer. Sana’s smile matches Lily’s when she nods and agrees to play. Yousef
tries not to stare at Sana but she makes it impossible for him when she is so
cute like this.
“But let’s go outside to play tag.” Sana
suggests. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because Lily furrows her
eyebrows and pouts. The smile Sana was sporting seconds ago vanishes and once
more panic fills her eyes. Yousef notices and doesn’t know if it’s more funny
or more heartbreaking to see Sana react like this.
“But we played here with Elias.” Lily still
pouts and crosses her arms in front of her. Sana takes a deep breath as if she
wants to say something but she doesn’t.
Yousef speaks up and Sana’s head quickly turns
to him. “Lily, I think Sana is right.” To that Lily looks at Yousef with a
disappointed look and shakes her head. But Yousef doesn’t give her the reaction
she wants. Working in a kindergarten teaches you to say No to children, no
matter how cute they are and how much they pout or throw a tantrum.
“It’s much more fun playing outside. There is
more space to run and there are
Lily suddenly jumps up and claps excitedly. “Swings!”
She jumps up and down and then takes Yousef’s
hand and tries to drag him up from his spot on the floor, next to Yousef.
Yousef stands up and looks down at Lily who is ready to run outside. Sana’s
still sitting down but looking up at the two people standing in front of her.
Yousef holds his hand out to Sana to help her
up. His eyes are trained on her. Sana looks from Yousef’s eyes to the hand he’s
holding out for her. She’s glad that he supported her, even if it is just a
small thing. She takes his hand and lets him pull herself up and to him. She
ends up standing millimetres away from him. Both, Yousef and Sana, staring in
to each other’s eyes forget everything for the shortest moment but as soon as
Sana notices how close they’re actually standing she clears her throat and
takes a step back. Her hand that is still in Yousef’s falls next to her and she
presses her lips together.
“Let’s go now. Yousef, Sana. I want to go
outside now.” Lily takes Yousef’s hand a ‘drags’ him with her. Before they
leave the living room Yousef looks over his shoulder to Sana and grins at her.
As soon as he turns away from her again Sana closes her eyes and breathes
deeply in to recollect herself. What she doesn’t know is that Yousef tries to
calm himself like she does while walking away from Sana when he’d rather go
back to the same spot he was standing just seconds ago.
Sana knows that Lily is in good hands with
Yousef. That’s why she isn’t worried about getting snacks and something to eat
from the kitchen before going outside. When Sana goes outside, her eyes instantly
find Yousef in his white T-shirt standing at the swing set. Lily sits on one of
the swings but doesn’t move. Instead she asks Yousef a lot of questions. Yousef
stands with his back to Sana, so Sana decides to wait a little bit before approaching
“How old are you?” Lily asks him.
“I’m 20. And how old are you?”
“5.” Lily answers and shows him her hand a
wriggles her fingers.
“Do you like Elias?” Lily asks.
Sana hears Yousef laugh which makes her smile.
She walks a few steps but doesn’t interrupt the conversation.
“I do. He is my best friend.”
“Really? But he told me he is my best friend
today.” Lily says that in the most serious tone Sana has ever heard a child
Yousef chuckles again and saves the situation. “Did
he? But you can have more than one best friend.”
To that Lily giggles and seems very satisfied
with the answer. But she keeps on asking. Sana would have been overwhelmed with
so many questions but Yousef is doing alright.
“So is Sana your best friend then?” Lily says
but when Yousef doesn’t answer quickly she continues to talk. Sana is pretty
amused by now but still very interested in Yousef’s answer.
“I.. no, she has other best friends.” Yousef
answers finally. How would he describe their complicated relationship to a
“But you said you can have more than one best
friend. Don’t you like Sana?” Sana has to concentrate a lot to not laugh out
loud. Lily doesn’t make it easy for Yousef. Sana walks a little closer again to
not miss anything Yousef says.
“I like Sana. I like Sana a lot, actually.”
Yousef finally answers and Sana starts smiling broadly again. She wishes she
could see his face right now but if she did she couldn’t listen now.
Lily continues talking about Sana and Yousef.
Why she’s so interested Sana doesn’t know but she really doesn’t mind either. “So
why is she not your best friend then?”
Yousef tilts his head a little and Sana can
imagine what his facial expression looks like now. Eyebrows raised, a small
smile on his lips and nose scrunched up in concentration. “I don’t know. Good
question. Maybe we should ask her when she joins us.”
Sana waits a few moments until she walks the
rest of the way to them and announces her arrival with “I brought snacks.” Lily
jumps down from the swing and runs up to Sana. Yousef on the other hand turns
around on his spot and watches as Sana helps Lily choose if she should eat
sliced apples or a banana first. Yousef watches as Sana smiles, with her
dimples showing, when Lily just can’t decide.
When Lily finally decides for the apple, she
takes a slice and immediately shouts: ”You’re it.” And pokes Sana in her
stomach. Lily starts running but Sana just stares after her. With the tray full
of snacks and drinks in her hands, Sana react for a short while and then looks
at Yousef. He’s standing at the swing set, arms crossed in front of his chest,
smiling and nodding at Sana and then in the direction of where Lily ran off
too. Sana closes the distance between her and Yousef and pushes the tray from
her hands into Yousef’s arms.
For a while Yousef sits on the swing and
watches Sana run after Lily or Lily running after Sana who is desperately
trying not to run too fast but at the same time to act like that’s the fastest
she can go. For some time the girls forget that Yousef is even there, at least
that’s what Yousef thinks. Once in a while he hears Lily start laughing loudly
which Sana joins with her own laughter.
“Hey!” Sana says to Yousef. The first time this
whole time Yousef is at the Bakkoush house today he has his phone in his hand.
He looks up at Sana who is standing a few steps in front of him. She has her
hands in the pockets of her light blue hoodie. She smiles down at him and he
has to squint with one eye because the sun is shining bright. The sunlight
around Sana makes her look like an angel and her dimple-y smile distracts
“Hi.” Yousef responds with a smile of his own
but to him nothing matches Sana’s smile.
“Aren’t you playing with us?” Sana asks. She
looks away from Yousef and behind him for a moment. Yousef doesn’t get the
chance to think of a funny answer to make her laugh because he feels someone
poking his back and hears a little girl’s voice shouting: “You’re it!”
Sana and Lily laugh at Yousef’s surprised look
and while Lily starts running away immediately Sana stays stood in front of
Yousef and smiles mischievously. Yousef puts his phone in the pocket of his
pants and stands up.
“You teamed up on me?” Yousef asks the girl standing
in front of him. Sana, trying to restrain her laughter pressing her lips
together, nods. Yousef’s eyes follow the small movement and he starts slowly walking
towards Sana. “That’s unfair.”
Sana rolls her eyes but still smiles. “Life is
unfair, Yousef. Deal with it.”
Grinning Yousef raises his eyebrows and nods.
He takes a few more slow steps and once Sana realizes what he’s doing, backs
away slowly until they both break into a sprint. Sana runs between the swing-set,
under the slide to the basketball basket. Yousef always right behind her. Sana
has to abruptly stop because Lily crosses her path and that’s how Yousef
catches Sana but they almost fall over because of the abrupt stop. Sana instinctively
holds onto Yousef’s shirt and his hands promptly go to her arms to steady her.
They are both a little out of breath, and not only because of all the running
“Sana, you’re it!” Lily shouts.
“That was enough cardio training for the rest
of the week.” Sana states after she closes the door and leans on it. Lily’s
mother just came to pick her up. It wasn’t 45 minutes like Elias said. Lily was
with Sana and Yousef for one and a half hours. That doesn’t sound like much but
almost every second of that time was spend playing tag, hide and seek or any
other game that demanded a lot of running.
“Is the basketball star Sana Bakkoush
complaining about a little bit of running?” Yousef comments on that. Sana
laughs at his comment, partly because it’s cute and partly because she doesn’t
know how to answer to that. Yousef’s leaning on the wall across from Sana and
they just stand there for one or two minutes just smiling at each other.
“But.. Thank you for staying. And helping
babysit.” Sana thanks him. If he didn’t stay, she would have had a harder time.
She actually had fun this afternoon.
“No worries!” Yousef answers and watches Sana
push herself off of the wall. They walk into the living room and Sana starts
collecting all the stuff Elias apparently found for Lily to play with. Yousef
goes to help her and asks: “Do you like kids a little more now?”
Sana holds the book she picked up from the
floor and turns to Yousef. “What do you mean? I told you I liked kids.” She
remembers their conversation in the kitchen a while back.
Yousef narrows his eyes and looks at Sana
critically. “I remember not being completely convinced, to be honest.”
Sana puts the book back on the shelf and turns
around to Yousef and walks two steps to shorten the distance between them. “Just
because I don’t want 12 kids like you do doesn’t mean I don’t like kids.” Sana
picks up a stuffed animal from the sofa and shortens the distance between her
and Yousef a tiny bit more.
Yousef remembers the Friday after he had to
call Sana to get a drunk Elias home. The way she walks towards her now reminds
him of the way she walked towards him with a soccer ball under her arm. He
smiles at the memory and even though Sana doesn’t know why he is smiling, just
matches him with her own smile.
“Well, you only want two kids. When someone
likes kids, they don’t want just two kids.” Yousef replies. Now there are only
three steps between Yousef and Sana and they stand there, looking each other in
“Are you honestly telling me you would like to
have 12 kids that need your constant attention after a this exhausting time
with just one?” Sana asks because she knows it’s not the same as being a
teacher in a kindergarten.
Yousef doesn’t look anywhere but into Sana’s
eyes and nods.
A/N: Another story on the beach but I really need some vacation vibes because it’s raining where I am. Enjoy :)
This week, Tony has invited the whole team on a vacation.
The house they would stay in was literally on the beach so you just needed to
step out of it to feel the hot sand slip between your toes.
The minute the Quinjet landed on the beach all of you ran
thoughout the house to change into your swimsuits and ran off to the beach. Thor
was rather surprised by the fact that midguardians had to put on special
clothes to go swimming, he on the contrary was standing on the sand still wearing
his midguardian clothes, and just took out his shoes. While the others were
already in the water you sat on your beach towel admiring the view and
appreciating the way the sun was hitting your skin.
Thor’s loud voice boomed from next to you and interrupted
the flow of your thoughts .
- “ Lady Y/N, why aren’t you in the water with the
You looked up at him and smiled
The sun was illuminating his golden hair and his eyes were a
similar blue to the ocean in front of you. If you didn’t know that he was the
mighty Thor you could really have mistaken him for a god.
-“ I’m just tanning a bit before joining them” you
Thor nodded and sat himself down next to you.
-“ Do you mind if I stay here to keep you
company?” he asked turning his head
to you and flashing you a smile
You blushed a bit and nodded before laying down on your
towel, letting the sun warm up your whole body.
After a good fifteen minutes under the sun, you sat up and
looked in front of you, only to find that the others were still in the water,
some splashing each others, others just swimming around lazily while some other
were just talking and appreciating the cooling effect of the sea.
-“ Are you ready to go in the water?”
You slightly jumped at the sound of the voice, you forgot
that the norse god was right beside you.
You got up and stretched before turning back to Thor who was
now on his feet.
- “ You’re coming too? ” you asked the god
-“ It would be a shame if I didn’t take advantage of this
trip, I rarely have time for myself and I don’t go to the beach when I have
some free time”
You chuckled a bit.
Thor took off his shirt and you took the opportunity to look
at his well defined chest. He then got out of his pants, letting him only in
his boxers, that left a little to the imagination. And then he bent over and
slide his boxer down to his ankles.
You eyes were still glued to his body when he straight up
again and threw his boxers away. Your eyes widden at the sight of what his
underwear was hiding and your cheeks instantly heat up, your mouth hanging open
in the process, but he didn’t seem to mind the slightlest. Honestly ,Thor
didn’t seem bothered by the fact that he was completely naked and in presence
of a woman, not that he should be ashamed of his perfect body.
-“ Oh God, what are you doing ?!” you exclaimed
turning away from him. and placing your hand on your eyes for extra protection.
-“ I’m getting ready to go into the water” he
stated like it was the most normal thing in the world.
-“ Where’s your swim suit?”
-“ I don’t have one of those. In Asguard we don’t have
clothes for swimming, we just appreciate the feeling of the water on our skin,
instead of wasting it with another kind of clothes.”
You didn’t find anything to answer and just stay silent.
-“ Lady Y/N, why are you looking away?”
-“ I….I…” you couldn’t find what to say
-“ Don’t you like how I look like without clothes on
?” he asked
You spun around, shocked by what you just heard.
-“ No Thor! It’s not that. It can’t be that okay, I
would be crazy not to like it, it’s just that here, on Earth, we don’t show off
our naked body to anyone” you said, having a hard time focusing on his
eyes instead of what was on display a little down further .
-“ But you’re not anyone. You’re a fellow teammates and
, may I add, a very good friend.”
-“ Maybe but, between friends,here, on earth, we don’t
show each other our naked bodies even if we look good and… Can you put
something on or something because you’re distracting me”
You were still blushing madly ans struggling to push the
strange feeling in your core aside.
Thor bent down and grab his shirt and covered his upper
You sigh loudly
- “ No, Thor, hide your crotch please”
-“ Oh” he say before moving his shirt to his
“ That’s better” you told him, finally able to
really look at him.
-“ I give you all my apologies for embarrassing you,
Lady Y/N” Thor said his eyes down
You walked closer to him, but still keeping some sort of
distance between the two of you.
-“ It’s okay, you didn’t know.”
-“ So you aren’t mad at me, then?”
You shook your head “ no”
A bright smile spread on his face and Thor dropped his
shirt, exposing his manhood to you, once again, but before you could react he walked
to you, closing the gap between the two of you and he got you in a bone
-“ Thank you, Lady Y/N” he said in your ear,
spending shivers down your spine, due to his breath brushing your ear, but also because of the
proximity of the naked god and the fact that you could feel his member pressed
against your tight, dangerously close to your core.
- “ Hey what are two doing ? ” a voice interrupted.
Thor pulled away from you, but not enough for you to be out
of his embrace and look at the source of the voice.
-“ Captain Rogers, Mr Stark!” Thor greeted
“ Oh no” you thought
- “ What are you hugging? Is there something that you
two want to tell us?” Tony asked with a smirk.
Thor pulled away from you, but completely this time,
exposing his naked body to the two men and wave at them with a big smile on his
-“ Wow, wow, wow. Would you hide that big guy!”
Tony said covering his eyes with his hand
Steve didn’t say anything but what looking everywhere but at
Thor, a slight blush on his cheeks
-“ My apologies, Lady Y/N just told me that it was
incorrect to be naked in presence of people, even if we are friends”
-“ Well I’m sure, Y/N wouldn’t mind seeing you naked
and even more other thing that imply you being in the state you currently are
but, I don’t so please put something on for christ’s sake!”
Thor took his boxers from the sand and put them back on.
-“ Way better” Tony declared taking his hand away
from his eyes.
Steve cleared his throat
-“ We just wanted to know if you, guys, wanted to join
us” he said his cheeks still a
light shade of pink.
- “ Hmm…Yeah, we’re coming” you assured before
Steve started to walked back toward the water, Tony on his trail, who threw you
a wink over his shoulder.
You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to Thor
-“ I think it’s better if you keep your boxers on”
you told him
He nodded and you try to walk toward the sea when Thor
grabbed your arm to spun you around
-“ I give you my apologies again Lady Y/N, I didn’t
know that Midguardians were so prude with their bodies. But I still think that
you shouldn’t hide yours, you have the body of an Asgardian goddess and you
shouldn’t be ashamed to show it to the world…or me ”
He was looking at you straight in the eyes with a small
smirk on his lips. You blushed and turned your attention back to the team in
the water before looking at Thor again.
-“ We should join them” you said
-“ We should” he sais eyes never leaving you.
He release your arm and took your hand instead, leading you
to the water under the eyes of the whole team.
Tony came into your field of vision and wiggled his eyebrows
at the two of you.
You look up at the god cringing to your hand, he had a big
smile plastered on his face completely anaware about the looks your teammates
were giving you. And as much as you like being close to Thor, you already knew
that you’ll never heard the end of Tony’s teasing.
Lance and Keith are dating. Keith decides Shiro should join them. Lance loves Shiro really but he doesn’t know how to trust it all. The thought of another person joining him makes him believe that he either wasn’t good enough or Keith wanted more. He decides he should leave but Keith won’t let him go.-- (⃔ *`꒳´ * )⃕↝
Ohhh. Such a good one Σ(‘◉⌓◉’)
“I’m not replacing you Lance!” Keith yelled, grabbing Lance by his wrist. “Then why did you invite Shiro, why? I love Shiro, I do. But there’s no way you’d invite Shiro and not want to get rid of me,” Lance replied.
“Is never replace you. You’re irreplaceable Lance. All three of us belong together. I love you as much as I love Shiro. And it’s the same with Shiro. He loves you and me.”
“Not possible.. I’m just the fifth wheel, seven if you count Coran and Allura. Now I’m the third wheel.”
Lance was crying now, tears running down his cheeks. “There no way two people can love someone just as much as he loves them..” he whispered, still not wanting to believe it.
“I’m not good for you guys. You’re the perfect couple. Red and black. The calm and collected leader and the brash but amazing red paladin. I’m just me. Lance, a boy from Cuba. There’s no way there’s room for me in both of your hearts…” he whispered, knees weak as he sobbed quietly.
“There will always be room in my heart for a compassionate, beautiful, and selfless boy who belongs in our arms,” Keith countered. Lance was weak to his words, whimpering quietly.
“Why, why do you try so hard…” he whispered as he was pulled into a tight warm hug.
“Because we love you Lance. You’re our beautiful sharpshooter, there’s no way we could do anything we do without you. Me and Shiro would never work without you, being there and loving us despite our problems and differences. We need the “useless” blue paladin. Because to us. You are the most amazing person in the world who would do anything for those you love.“
Lance sobbed quietly, tears running down his cheeks and sat inching Keith’s jacket with wet marks. “Fine… I’ll stay with you guys. I love you too much to say no anymore. But never leave me behind please..”
A/N: I don’t know if this is any good. It is way longer than expected but I finally finished it. I hope the Anon likes it. I was asked to write this imagine based on the song roses by the chain smokers. I haven’t edited it but if you find any mistakes just let me know. Make sure to continue send me asks.
Alexander Hamilton and I had
been dating for a couple years now. He worked at the white house as a presidential
adviser and I could tell that he really enjoyed his work. It was hard for me to
fathom how he could possibly enjoy himself in a boring room all day talking
about politics, but I never questioned it. Both of us worked in different
states so we visited each other on the weekends when he wasn’t working. I
worked as a florist most of the time while I taught different classes at the
community center with some of my old high school friends. I lived in a small
town where everyone knew each other well and everyone was fun and chill except
for the occasional traditional old fart. I loved it here. It was beautiful and
surrounded in farm land. It was quiet and peaceful. It begged the question as
to why you even met Alex in the first place.
I had met Alex when my best friend had convinced me to visit
the big city with her on vacation. I played on my phone for most of the time and
didn’t really care for the tourist sites she continued bringing me to even
though I would have been happy to sit in the bedroom and just rest. One day she
insisted she had to go to the Washington monument. I had rolled my eyes and
slumped in my chair at a local coffee shop I had sped into when we saw it in
hopes of a decent cup of coffee.
“You can stay here.” She stated. “You can just relax and type
away at your phone. I will be gone for maybe an hour at most.”
I had nodded and got comfy beside the window in my booth
while she got her bag and left. I heard and saw movement at the corner of the
eye across the booth from me. I looked up thinking that maybe she had forgotten
something when I saw a handsome man with shoulder length hair pulled into a
pony tail. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans at the time so you had no idea he
worked at the white house let alone was a politician.
“You’re pretty, you know that right?” He had smiled at me.
It wasn’t the flirting that I was used to though. He just seemed really genuine
as if he was speaking his mind. I smiled back at him. “My name is Alexander
“Y/N L/N,” I chuckled. His leg was bouncing with excess
energy but he seemed extremely confident.
“Could I take you out sometime?” He said gently placing his
hand on the table. I was a bit taken aback by his request.
“I mean I don’t really know you. Not to mention, I don’t
live here I on vacation with a friend.” I said carefully. His eyebrows shot up
and then furrowed before his face relaxed back into a smile.
“When will you be leaving? We
could go out before you leave. I don’t want to come on to strong but you seem
interesting. I know you’re not from around here. Everyone around here just
seems to blend together but you stand out.” He rambled pointedly. He continued
on like that for a few minutes before he seemed to realize what he was doing
and looked at me sheepishly. I remember wishing that he never stopped talking because
I had been so entranced with his words as he seemed to say everything that was
on his mind.
I am sitting on my coach curled in my blanket as the people
around me laugh at the movie we were watching. The apartment felt cosy and warm
as my friends around me joked and started playing a card game .I just chuckled.
My friend Brittany leans over and nudges me in the side. “So how are you and Alex
doing? He is always so busy with work. I know you hate it.” She asks.
“He is always busy with work but I don’t hate it. I know he
loves what he does. The guy is just non-stop.” I say leaning over to check my
phone as it chimed. “Speak of the devil he is calling.” I hit accept on the
call just as I hear the door bell ring. I get up and walk out of the back room
where my friends and I had been watching the movie as I bring my phone to my
ear. “Hey Alex baby. Whats up?”
“Oh nothing. At lunch today I just realized I would rather
be spending time with you than going over the latest plans with George.” I hear
him chuckle breathlessly.
“Well you can talk to me now.” I laugh tightening the
blanket around me while I pad out into the front room.
“I can do you one better.” He said. I scrunched up my nose
“What do you mean by that? Wait hold that thought someone is
at my door.” I say in confusion as I pull open my door without looking properly
through the glass. I gasp and drop the phone in my hand as I see Alex standing there.
He looks tired but the minute he sees my shocked face his eyes and smile come
alive as he pulls me into his arms. I feel a crinkle and notice he has a set of
orange roses in his hands. I grip him by the shoulders and pull him into my
house and shout excitedly towards the back, “Alex is here guys.” Before pulling
him into a kiss with both my hands on the sides of his face. He smiles into the
kiss and drops the roses to pull me closer by my hips.
“I missed you.” He mumbles as he breaks the kiss to rest his
head on mine with closed eyes. I smile and step back to look him up and down. He
is still in his work suit, which means he must have left for here right after
he got off work. I heard a fast set of thuds make their way around the corner
before all my friends slide into the room and greet Alex with a pat on the bag
or a hug. They say we are all watching a movie in the back and that we should
join them. He smiles before saying that he would love too.
I grab his hand and he kicks off
his shoes and shrugs off his suit jacket and tie practically throwing them to
the floor as he makes his way to the back room. He knows I don’t care where
they end up. My friends stick to the floor, love seat, and chair in order to
give us the sofa. He lays down and spread his legs out so that I can fit in-between
them and lay on his chest.
About an hour later my friends are completely asleep and the
next movie had already been put in. I feel Alex run his hands through my hair. “What
made you decide to come all the way out here tonight?” I whisper as I gently
shift in his hold and continue to watch the movie.
“I was just so tired all day. I just wanted to see your
face. I kept distracted while I worked with George and he notice. I told him
about you and how I felt like hearing your voice tonight just wasn’t enough. He
had started telling me about him and his wife Martha and their long distance relationship
before she moved. I felt like he really understood. He told me is I really
needed to see you that I should just do it. No questions asked. So I did. I
came all the way here to see you. It was worth every second it took.”
He mumbled some parts of his explanation but his hand never faltered and took
his other arm to wrap around my waist and hold me tightly to him. “I had never
been so eager to leave my work and take a break. I wanted to see you. I have
been scared lately anyway.”
“Why are you scared?” I asked slightly shocked at his
confession. He had never been scared of anything. He wrote, protested, and
fought every day without a slightest hiccup,
“I am gone all the time. I can’t move here to be with you
even though some days that’s the only thing I want to do. Have you ever just
wished you could live a completely different life for one person? I am terrified
one day that you will think this won’t work and decided to let go.”
“I would never do that Alexander.” I whisper
“I know. It’s just hard not to think about when you are
always so far away from me.”
I look up at him. “ I am scared too. I am scared you will
find someone pretty, educated and closer. One day you may let me go. ”I say
with tears in my eyes.
He looked down at me shocked. “That’s not possible. I can’t
even look at other women. I love you more than I have loved anyone. Every time
I am around you I feel warm and secure.” His eyes darted back and forth before
he looked at me almost lost. “Say you will never let me go.”
“I will never let you go Alexander. I promise.” I breathe
out looking him in the eye.
“I will never you let you go. I love you.” He says as he
leans forward to kiss you passionately.
Hello :) Are you still doing prompts? Because if you are Can you please write: McSpirk - "it's not your fault"
-Reappears six months late sipping Starbucks- I’m always taking prompts! Though, apparently, sometimes it takes me a ridiculously long time to get to them. I’m trying to reassert my creativity and keep myself from going insane due to school overload. So yes! I’ve finally written this, I’m sorry for the delay, and I hope you enjoy <3
It’s a damn good thing that Leonard finished his psychology
doctorate, because when Jim gets like this he needs every ounce of his training
to actually get through Jim’s thick skull – and sometimes he can’t, no matter
how hard he tries or how much back up he calls in.
“It’s not your fault,” Leonard says softly, laying a hand
gently on Jim’s shoulder. “You couldn’t have known.”
“But I should have.” Jim’s voice is cold with
While it doesn’t happen very often, sometimes it becomes clear
that Jim, for all his strengths, has been given too much authority at too young
of an age. Leonard has had enough experience to know that sometimes there’s
shit-all you can do in some situations. He knows that doesn’t make it any
easier, especially not when someone dies on his table, but there’s a difference
between losing someone in a familiar operating room and losing someone on an
Leonard glances over at Spock and arches an eyebrow. He hadn’t
actually been on the away-mission, so he couldn’t really say anything with any
“Jim,” Spock says softly, and moves to take a seat next to
Jim on the edge of the bed and lay his hand lightly on Jim’s other shoulder.
Seems like Spock’s been learning something after all about
the fine art of physical comfort.
“There was no way to foresee every possible outcome of a
mission on a completely unknown planet. The entire crew is well versed, and
imminently aware, that they may lose their lives on this voyage, on any deep
space mission conducted by Starfleet. It is a risk that all have accepted
Jim seems to deflate at that, his shoulders slumping as he
lets his head fall onto Spock’s shoulder.
Leonard takes that as a sign that he should join them. He
perches on the other side of Jim, and takes Jim’s still trembling hand in his
own. Bringing it to his lips, he presses a kiss to Jim’s knuckles, tenderly
stroking the back of his hand.
“I should have known,” Jim whispers again, though the heat
and certainty is gone from his voice. “I should have-” A soft sob breaks Jim’s
Jim’s head turns further into Spock’s shoulder to hide the
tears that he can no longer hold back.
His feels his lungs are flooding and he claws desperately at his neck, screaming for fresh air. Its not water that chokes him; its fire.
A haze of smoke shrouds his trembling body, cutting at his throat and burning his eyes. Its so thick, he can’t see a foot before him. He is sure he hears voices, but they are lost in the exploding bursts of gunfire that rain from an unseen heaven.
He stumbles blindly across uneven ground, swatting at the smog around him while clamping a hand over his nose and mouth. Death waits for him around every corner, a looming presence he can not seem to shake.
“Marius!” voices scream out to him. His eyes grope for their owners or for some friendly sign or just anything not hidden by the unrelenting screen of smoke.
The crack of the canons are louder now, as if the battle commences in his own head. He can hear gunshots ringing in his ears and the pulse of their fire in his veins.
Despite the volume of the war, he can hear them calling over and over, “Marius! Marius!” A chorus of bodiless voices, begging for his attention, pleading with him louder and louder each time.
He presses his hands to his ears, desperate to drown them out. He can feel bullets tear through his skin and tongues of fire lap at his body as he crumples to the ground.
There is blood all around him, pools of it that he collapses into. It soaks into his clothes and its stench clings to the air, turning his stomach and spinning his mind faster than he can keep up with.
His teary eyes make out figures around him in the chaos, bodies sprawled out before him that become more vivid as the smoke clears.
He recognizes them and lingers on each of them with a horror stricken face, despair crushing his broken form.
Courfeyrac lays before him, eyes glassy and hair soaked in a halo of blood. Beside him is Combeferre, and beside him lays Feuilly. All around him, the ground is littered with the lifeless bodies of his friends; Bahorel, Jehan, Joly, Bossuet. Enjolras lies among them, his golden hair stained crimson and his body tangled in the charred, mutilated flag of the revolution. At his right hand is Grantire, his once luscious lips now pale and cold.
He can’t bare the sight of the Thenardier children. Gavroche lays like an angel fallen to the earth, his face frozen with the grace of innocence he carried to the grave. His sister is hunched beside him, dear Eponine, a tired soldier lost before the battle begun.
Marius sobs wretchedly, his entire body contorting as he watches his friends die again and again in his minds eye. They whisper to him from beyond the veil, beckoning him to join them. Calling him to where he should have followed all along. Death had marked each of the children of the barricade that day; he belonged with his brothers on the other side.
“Marius!” They call. “Marius!”
Suddenly, the bloodied pavement beneath him melts into white bedsheets and the screams of his friends soften into the worried voice of his wife. The grip of death on his shoulders loosens to her gentle touch.
“Marius?” she breaths, her eyes wide with concern.
Marius sits upright in their bed, shivering despite the warmth of the summer air. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the window and illuminates his pale face, damp with tears. His throat is raw from crying out into the night.
“Forgive me.” he manages breathlessly, covering Cosette’s dainty hand with his own. He does his best to blink away the lingering shreds of his dream.
“You frightened me.” She says, rubbing his back soothingly. “Are you alright?”
“I think I am now.” He takes in a deep breath, each second that passes the sharp pain of the dream dulls.
“Im sorry to have woken you. I just-” His voice breaks off.
He needed no more words, Cosette understood. He presses a kiss to the top of her head and the two sit in their embrace for a long moment of silence.
“I wish I could take it from you.” she whispers into his chest.
He gives a sad smile that escapes her view.
Death had marked each of those on the barricade, but to him, it had been most cruel.
“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”
Summary: The right words always seem to come too late. One set of words can stop you from getting what you want in the first place.. He was everything you wanted but what was stopping you? Oh that’s right… Your best friend was now his new girlfriend… What will happen when one mistake leads to trouble?