❝ oh motherfucker, you never just answer a fucking question ! ❞
❝ that’s not a question, ___ , a question would be: what do you believe you saw ? ❞
❝ i don’t know what i believe. ❞
❝ it was a warning to me, and a sacrifice to them. ❞
❝ sacrifice ? like –– like what, for –– for a god ? ❞
❝ what’s a god ? can we even know they exist ? people believe things, which means they’re real. that means we know they exist. so what came first ? gods ? or the people who believed in them ? ❞
❝ where was all this before i met you ? ❞
❝ there’s always a window. but people are frightened to look through it. it’s safer in the prison cell. ❞
❝ we’re not safe now. ❞
❝ who are you ? ❞
❝ i believe in some things. ❞
❝ your wife obviously has a temper. not used to getting her way, huh ? ❞
❝ your dearly departed has departed and i suggest we should do the same. ❞
❝ was she a ghost ? i mean, do you think you saw a ghost ? ❞
❝ you know, you’re not questioning any of this. i’m questioning everything right now. ❞
❝ i’m not so young nor so narrow to assume the dead are dead, and there’s no spectrum or spectral in between. in my experience, the dead that aren’t rarely come back without purpose. ❞
❝ her purpose was to let you go, now get in. ❞
❝ now you’ve seen who’s after us, and you know what they’re capable of. you can hang around here if you want, but i’m getting out of here. ❞
❝ fuck ! where the fuck is my car ! ❞
❝ yes, it does belong to the dead woman, i am the dead woman. where’s my fucking car ? ❞
❝ first piece of luck i’ve had in days. ❞
❝ worse things out tonight than you. ❞
❝ isn’t she lovely ? ❞
❝ i’ve done the math. this times that equals you’re a cunt, divided by the only way i’m gonna get what i need is if you give it to me equals the only way you’re gonna give it to me is if you don’t need it. ❞
❝ like my friend jesus christ, the only thing you need, ___ , is resurrection. ❞
❝ did you just name drop jesus christ like you know a guy who knows a guy ? ❞
❝ i can be very convincing. ❞
❝ is this you being convincing now ? because you suck at it. ❞
❝ i’m trying to convince you to live. real living. not whatever rot living this is. ❞
❝ why don’t you put that on your fucking scales and weigh it ? ❞
❝ what the fuck are you ? i mean, what the fuck are any of you, but first, tell me, what the fuck are you ? seriously, what the fuck are you ?! ❞
❝ please stop stealing my cab. ❞
❝ i have been traveling in the direction of mecca for days, looking for a jinn. ❞
❝ i’ll tell you where to find a whole murder of gods, demi and otherwise. every god damned one of them. ❞
❝ i know a charm that can lift grief from a grieving heart. ❞
❝ do you know a charm that can stop bleeding ? ❞
❝ i know a charm that can cure sickness and pain and a charm that can turn away the weapons of enemies. i know a charm that can heal with a touch. ❞
❝ excuse the cold hands. ❞
❝ there’s always been a god shaped hole in man’s head. trees were the first to fill it. ❞
❝ mr. wood was the trees, mr. wood was the forest. see, he was a very old god who saw something very new. he saw a god fearing society turn towards complete industrialization. so what did he do ? he sacrificed his trees, he sacrificed his forest, and he became something else. ❞
❝ well, at this stage it’s ‘we’ll see’, or, ‘time will tell’, but if it’ll rest your weary head, then yeah, it’s gone. ❞
❝ religion inspires in those who fear nothing, fear of the gods, and using that fear requires a certain element of fucked up. ❞
❝ i’m not scared of anything anymore. ❞
❝ i’m scared you’re never gonna shut that flapping hole of yours. i’m sitting here having a fucking anxiety attack because i am genuinely terrified that you are never gonna shut the fuck up. ❞
❝ did you kill ___ ? i won’t tell. ❞
❝ my name is ___. or … it was ___. i do not know what my name is now. ❞
❝ i just realized that i’m never gonna see my mother again. i’m never gonna hear her say my name again. i’m never gonna eat her cooking again. ❞
❝ are you dead ? ❞
❝ this is my afterlife, ___. ❞
❝ did you pray for another life ? ❞
❝ i do not pray to ask god for things. i pray to thank god, for bringing me where i am. to this time, to this place, where i finally know what i must do in this life. ❞
❝ i pray i find ___. he is my afterlife. i knew him. we knew each other. and now i wish to know more. ❞
❝ people will defend the warm safe feeling their america gives them. they will defend it with bullets. ❞
❝ less a funeral than a celebration of a sacrifice. ❞
❝ if i know my friend, somebody got tossed into the volcano. ❞
❝ this was a human sacrifice ? ❞
❝ that’s him. head of the crowd. the one they flock to. ❞
❝ please, go in peace. ❞
❝ what rock did you crawl out from under ? ❞
❝ playing a little hide and seek. hiding from the proverbial them, and seeking … you. ❞
❝ i need you to believe in me. ❞
❝ i’ve heard your name on the wind. ❞
❝ we’re at war already, and we’re losing. you, me, all of us. they’re taking honey from our mouths. ❞
❝ i have no use for shame. ❞
❝ it’s easier to pass for the living in the dark, if i felt the need to pass. ❞
❝ your heart’s not beating for this life anymore, ___. this life is done. ❞
❝ that doesn’t obligate him to feel shit. ❞
❝ perhaps i misjudged the kiss. ❞
❝ death do us part, take the fucking hint. he’s gone. your man came, saw you, tasted death on your tongue, and he fucking left. ❞
❝ your kind of love, ___, is the worst kind of love of them all. you can love somebody even when you know they don’t like it. even when you know they don’t want it. ❞
❝ that’s some profound fucking knowledge for you right there, wrapped up in a quaint sexual metaphor. ❞
❝ people do tend to behave if they know they’re being watched. they like being watched. ❞
I remember once reading that, “Kids now-a-days just don’t like Sonic. A lot don’t even know about him.” Boy did that make me mad because they couldn’t be more wrong!
I am in college getting my degree in Early Childhood Education so I have to go out to various schools to direct teach and observe. Well on the back on my folder I drew a big picture of Sonic. Do you know how many kids go, “That’s Sonic! My dad and I play his games!” or “I can draw Sonic too!” Because let me tell you, in every classroom there is at least one child who points it out.
One time I entered a kindergarten classroom and a kid noticed it which caused the whole class to start talking all at once how they had either played Sonic, watched the show, or seen the movie (the movie one surprised me honestly). I felt so bad for the teacher trying to calm them all down.
But one occasion topped all others. I was walking down one of the school’s hallways and on the bulletin board outside the 4th grade classroom I had to go in, is this picture of Sonic that read, “Sonic Says that the real superpower is teamwork.” My jaw dropped to say the least. I entered the classroom and on one of the walls is a fan art drawing of Sonic with a red cape. Long story short, the teacher’s daughter (who was in the class) LOVES Sonic. The teacher told me she has had a Sonic themed birthday party for the last several years and then laughed saying she would get out of the Sonic phase one day. I smiled and then told her how I am a huge Sonic fan who collects the comics and plays the video games. The look on her face was priceless.
“Then maybe she won’t get out of that phase.”
I laughed and replied, “Maybe, maybe not. But Sonic is a good thing to like.”
Later, right before I left, the teacher started talking to her daughter, “You know our guest, Miss Sam? Guess what, she’s in college and she likes Sonic too.”
The girls face lit up and she began talking to me about how she has loved Sonic since she was five and that her birthday was coming up and it would be Sonic themed. She also told me she could draw all the characters. It made my day.
So yeah, I don’t know what rock that person crawled out from, but Sonic is still cool and known to a lot of children.
So this is just a quick little fic I’ve written about how I think a yousana conversation would’ve been today after Sana read those text (aka the cutest texts ever)
It’s really short and not really good but I hope you like it :)
“So, who’s that?”
been so focused on watching Noora and William leaving the party together so
they could talk that she hadn’t heard Yousef approaching her. She turned around
and looked at him
“Um, that’s Noora’s ex-boyfriend” she explained
nodded with an unimpressed expression.
“It’s okay if you’re jealous” she said
“I mean, he’s her one true love and so on, no one will judge you for
tried so hard not to laugh at his confused look
“But why would I be jealous?” he asked
“Because you have a thing with her” she said shrugging
“I, what?” he widened his eyes in surprise “No, no, no. We don’t have a thing”
“Well, you seemed really into her when I saw you kissing at SYNG”
“You…you…?” he stuttered
“Saw you? Yeah I did” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world
“No, no, no.” he said shaking his head more to himself than to her “That’s
not…we didn’t…Noora and me…”
“Yousef, breathe” she said
“I can’t believe this is happening, I can’t believe I screwed up like
“I’m not following you” she frowned “Look it’s okay, you like Noora and well she’ll probably get back with
William but you’ll get over here”
“I won’t get over her because I’ve never been under her” he blurted out
“Wow, that’s too much information” she said biting her lip
“No, no, that came out totally wrong” he took his snapback off and brushed his hair
with his fingers before putting it back on “Let’s start again”
just looked at him waiting for him to talk
“Okay…Sana, Noora and me, we’re not…we never were…I mean she’s not…but
you are…and me. I told her and she told you but you told her…and…”
“Yousef you’re not making any sense”
“I know it’s just…this is really difficult for me to say…Sana I think
that you…that you and me…”
“That we’re soulmates?” she finished raising her eyebrows at him with a smug smile
said blinking way to fast.
tried to hold the laugh but she couldn’t manage to do it and burst out
Yousef asked still trying to understand what was happening
“Noora let me read your texts” she said biting her lip
“No she didn’t” he said panicking
“Yup, she did”
“I…I…I just…” he tried to speak but he was too flustered to even say a word.
He felt his cheeks blushing, his heart pounding
fast on his chest, if there were a record for most embarrassing moment this
would be the number one followed by the one time she had caught him dancing in
her living room.
“You just…like me” she said smiling
“I can’t believe she showed you those texts” he said shaking his head
“And I can’t believe you asked her for advice” she chuckled
“Yeah…I did…and now if you’ll excuse me I’m
going to find a nice rock I can crawl under” he said turning around to leave
“Wait” she said grabbing his arm to stop him
He faced her again but he closed his eyes too embarrassed
to look at her
“Yousef, look at me” she said
He opened his eyes and looked at hers
“Are you looking into my eyes now?” she said quoting him from that
afternoon they spent together
“I am” he said in a low voice
“What was I going to say?” she joked
He squinted his eyes at her and she laughed
“Oh, yes I remember now…I was going to say that
I like you too Yousef”
“Yeah?” he asked with a goofy smile
She just grinned and nodded
“That’s cool” he said
“That’s cool” she repeated
They would’ve kept talking to each other but
they were soon pulled into the improvised dance floor by their friends.
Anyway, they would have a lot of time to talk
in the following days, but in that moment, the important things had been said
and that was all that mattered.
This is it
Hope you’ve liked it
Thanks for reading
and remember YOUSEF AND SANA ARE SOULMATES, YOUSANA IS CANON
Author’s Note: Consider this the official start of our NaNoWriMo challenge! Don’t forget to leave feedback if you read something you like, guys. That’s what keeps us motivated to write for all you lovely people. Enjoy!!
“Who the fuck is that?”
You’d spotted him over by Steve, talking and smiling like he owned the fucking place, like being here and looking the way he did was no big deal.
Natasha followed your gaze, eyes catching on the man you were referring to and smiling as she took a sip of her apple martini.
“That’s Bucky,” she stated, motioning towards him with her nearly empty glass. “He’s Steve’s best friend.”
She offered no other explanation and you didn’t ask. You’d already formed your opinion about Stark Tower’s new guest and the verdict was that you didn’t like him. He was just too…perfect. It was completely infuriating.
You’d spent the next hour at the party socializing with various members of Tony’s superhero family, making sure to avoid Mr. Too Gorgeous For His Own Good, who seemed to be glued to Steve for most of the night so far. You’d sneak a glance at him every so often, with the intention of keeping tabs on him so you could avoid him, and definitely not because his eyes were a mesmerizing shade of ocean blue. It had absolutely nothing to do with the tempting way his mouth curled and moved when he spoke, looking like the softest, most kissable set of lips you’d ever seen. It definitely wasn’t that. At all.
At some point, maybe after your third whiskey on ice, you’d lost sight of the pair and had momentarily forgotten about the man whose simple presence had ruined your whole evening. Just who did he think he was? He couldn’t just walk around here with that heavy of a presence. Hell, you could practically feel the magnetic pull from here. He should think about the consequences of such a thing. It could attract all sorts of unwanted female attention. Not that you cared. Thinking about him cozying up with one of the girls at this party didn’t bother you in the slightest.
While you were sitting there mentally bitching out Steve’s friend, you hadn’t noticed the Captain himself had come strolling up behind you with his friend in tow.
You automatically turned, a smile sliding into place before you realized just who was behind you. Just as quickly as the smile appeared it was gone, replaced your best unimpressed look. Bucky noticed and quirked an eyebrow, curious as to how someone who he hadn’t even met could already dislike him to such a degree.
“I want you to meet my friend Bucky.”
You watched as Bucky thrust a hand in your direction, a dazzling smile lighting up his face and you mentally berated your traitorous heart for skipping a beat.
“Nice to meet you, doll.”
Before you could stop yourself, you crossed your arms, shooting down Bucky’s silent request for contact and repeated the little nickname he’d used for you, your tone mocking and incredulous.
“Doll…” you spit out before rolling your eyes and moving past the two men, heading towards the bar to get yourself another drink. You heard the two of them murmuring something behind you, and when you realized how rude you had just been you scrubbed a hand down your face in frustration, trying to figure out how one guy had gotten your panties into such a twist.
The party went on in much the same manner. You avoided Bucky, only now he seemed to notice and if you didn’t know any better you’d almost think he found it amusing. Every time you caught him looking your way he was grinning–just a small, knowing quirk of the lips that made you hate him that much more. How could someone so big and intimidating look so damn cute?!
By the time the party was over you were exhausted, having lapped the room one too many times trying to dodge any possibility of having to interact with Bucky. You were one of the last ones left and you sat at the bar as you finished your drink, chatting idly with Pepper as she picked up things here and there, trying in vain to achieve some sense of order in the room after all of Tony’s shenanigans during the party. You were staring into your drink, hands cupped around the cool glass of amber liquid when you felt someone take the stool next to you.
“You don’t like me, do you?”
Your eyes darted from your glass to Bucky who was perched next to you, that playful little grin still glued into place, and you put a little extra effort into keeping your expression stoic, pretending like that look didn’t make you melt like ice cream on a hot day.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you said nonchalantly right before you downed the rest of your whiskey, reveling in the way it burned its way down your throat and gave you a little more courage.
“Yeah, you do.”
He said it like it was as much of a fact as the sky being blue and you were too tipsy to try to deny it anyway.
One thing that you didn’t particularly like about drinking was the fact that it made you just a little too honest sometimes. This night was no exception.
“Why don’t you go be gorgeous somewhere else?” you said dismissively, waving him off with your hand.
You turned away from him and it took a second before you realized what you said. When you did, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, making you blush and you had to actively fight against the urge to find the nearest rock, crawl under it and die there.
“You think I’m gorgeous?”
You could hear the humor in his voice and that only made your embarrassment worse. But you painted on your best poker face and turned back to him, finding him watching you with a self-satisfied smirk and eyes full of mischief.
“I mean, you’re okay. I guess. Don’t get a big head over it or anything.”
Bucky didn’t speak. Instead he simply watched you with that same look, letting you stew in your discomfort for a few moments. As the silence stretched on, you let your mind wander. The whiskey was proving to have loosened your tongue just a bit too much and without even realizing it you began to speak again, somehow still managing to sound at least slightly unaffected.
“Not that I care, but do you have a girlfriend?”
You heard a chuckle punch from Bucky’s chest, like he hadn’t expected that question and found it thoroughly entertaining.
“No girlfriend. Not that I care either, but do you have a boyfriend?”
You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was kidding, implying that he very much cared about your answer and that had you smiling. You could feel the irritation you held for him earlier begin to dissolve and you let it, too distracted by those eyes of his watching you, like he was trying to read your thoughts.
“Nope. No boyfriend.”
That heavy silence stretched between you again and now that you were past the whole “hating him for his overwhelming hotness” thing, that just left you with that awkward middle school crush feeling where you lost the ability to articulate any rational thought when you were around someone like him.
“I should head home,“ you stated before getting up from your chair slowly, hoping he’d stop you. You’d made it about two steps before you stopped, that magnetic pull of his preventing you from getting too far out of reach. You took a deep breath and with as much courage as you could muster you turned around, shooting him the first genuine smile all night.
“You wanna come?”
And the look Bucky gave you then would have made you absolutely livid if it hadn’t made you so weak in the knees.