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When I Reach For You (Come Home To My Heart)

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 but smile.

“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.

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Prompts for Langst (p.2)

•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.

Part 3: https://shanceshklance.tumblr.com/post/159863643521/langst-prompts-p3
Physical Therapy

Summary: Stiles gets hurt, and discovers that Derek has some special skills.

Notes: AU where nothing bad happens after the nogitsune, and everyone is alive. Set during Stiles’ senior year, he’s 18. (On AO3)

“My elbow is killing me,” Stiles groans from the living room.

“You been jerking it too much?” Scott asks, the leer obvious in his voice.

Derek, grabbing snacks in the kitchen, really wishes he wasn’t hearing this conversation.

“Dude, no,” Stiles huffs. “I was tenderizing a lot of chicken last night.”

Scott laughs. “Isn’t that what I just said?”

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Best Friend confesses SeriesHOSHI

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.

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ifgrasswereblue  asked:

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.”

anonymous asked:

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 anything. 

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.

Something changed 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. 

“Don’t stare 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 anymore.

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 brother’s friend. 

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 if necessary!”

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 Sana Bakkoush. 

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.

“We landedJ”

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 text.

“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.

Sceptically Sana 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 amused themselves.

“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 from Yousef.

“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 very important.

She is in love with Yousef Acar.

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 class.

“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.”

Yousef 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 open-minded.

“God, 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.

“O 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.

Sana 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.

“Yousef, 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.

“I wouldn’t want the guy I’m in love with to die because he forgot to breath.”

This 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.

“Does that mean…?”, is all he can say because his heart is racing too much.

Sana nods and answers: “I love you, Yousef.”

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 ;^) 

-Admin Shigaraki 

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.

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Getting over her (a choi twin experience)

So this is my first fan fiction
Rated (nsfw 18+)
Sexual themes
Choi twins x yoosung

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 ”
Saeyoung laugh
“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 ”
Yoosung blushed
“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 ”
Yoosung muttered
“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
Thank you

Hotch x Reader x Gibbs: New Love

Fandom: NCIS + Criminal Minds

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.

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anonymous asked:

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-

“Jealous much?”

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 now?”

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 him.

“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 loudly.

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 things.

“He forgot about his job interview.”, Sana tells Yousef.

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 himself.

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.

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 may have.

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 alone with.

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 smile.

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 that moment?

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 swings outside!”

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 them.

“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 talk in.

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 child?

“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 Yousef.

“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 they did.

“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 the eyes.

“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.

“If it is this much fun, then definitely yes!”

Reality Chapter 8 (Jensen x Reader; Dean x Reader)

Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

Title: Reality Chapter 8

Summary:  Is this real life, or is this just fantasy? (Y/n) struggled to figure out if she’s in an alternate universe after a car accident, or if she’s just suffering from the after effects of a coma.

Warnings: Language, angst, blood

AN: Just a heads up, the masterlist will switch to complete when I’m done lol. Just look for that.

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A God Under The Sun ( Thor x Reader)

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 others?”

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 answered

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.

-“ hmm…Yes”

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 front

You sigh loudly

- “ No, Thor, hide your crotch please”

-“ Oh” he say before moving his shirt to his crotch

“ 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 crushing hug.

-“ 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 face.

-“ 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.

jigglejaggle  asked:

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..”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”


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.

Title; Roses

Rating: G

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Extreme sappy fluff

Word Count: 1602


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 Hamilton.”

“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 in thought.

“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.

rahrazorblade  asked:

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 self-recrimination.

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 unexplored planet.

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 authority.

“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 willingly.”

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 voice.

Jim’s head turns further into Spock’s shoulder to hide the tears that he can no longer hold back.

Stomach It

Marius is certain he is drowning.

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.

You & Me

Originally posted by yugyeom

“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?

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 //

Part 6 is here~

More Parts:

Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16 // Part 17 //



At last as Bambam and you arrived at the airport. You pulled out your suitcase from the trunk along with Bambam’s suitcase and paid the good taxi driver.

“Ready for a miserable time?” Bambam asks glancing at you…

You wanted to grab Bambam by the hand, pull him back in the cab and say forget about this trip.. But Bambam would ask you a thousand questions… And were you up for that?


Stepping the airport was complete chaos. There was many people for no reason. Bambam and you continued to push yourself through a huge crowd of people and it was just a terrible terrible experience.

Finally after what felt like forever, you spotted Yugyeom and Lia.

Yugyeom was glued to his phone with a hand on in his pocket. Lia however continued to look around and her eyes widen she saw you and quickly shouted your name.

“Y/N!” Lia screamed out as she waved both of her arms side in the air. Meanwhile Yugyeom stopped looking at the phone and looked at you completely shocked..

His eyes were widen and his mouth dropped open.

“Why is Yugyeom staring at you like that?” Bambam whispers to you and you just shrugged…

Of course you had to act like you didn’t know… But you clearly knew why Yugyeom was so surprised.

Bambam and you approached Lia and Yugyeom and Lia wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so glad you were able to make it.”

“Nice to see you two Lia.” Bambam mumbles sarcastically, noticing Lia didn’t even acknowledge the poor guy.

Lia pulled away and Yugyeom still didn’t even say hi or nothing. It was as if someone casted a spell on Yugyeom and turned him into some type of mime.

“Babe, aren’t you going to say hi?” Lia asked as she approached Yugyeom and for some reason when she even said the word babe… it made your stomach turn.

“Babe… what didn’t you tell me you invited Y/N?”

“Didn’t think you would mind.” Lia replies and before yugyeom can talk…

“Hey guys!” was all you heard and you looked to your right and your eyes widen.

Jackson? He’s coming too!

This was going to be one epic trip…

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