best of the chest


Another small story. I begin classes tomorrow so I’m not sure when I’ll be able to post longer stories. Hopefully soon but as always, enjoy! 


Sylvie opened her eyes as she wrapped her arm tighter around Antonio. It was honestly a good morning whenever she got to wake up in Antonio’s arms, which wasn’t always. Between their work schedules, it was difficult but it made the times they could even more special and amazing.

“Good morning,” Antonio said and without even glancing up, she could tell he was smiling. 

“Please tell me we don’t have to move today. I’d love it if we could just lay in bed all day,” Sylvie pleaded with him, although she knew he wouldn’t have no complaints if they stayed in bed. 

“We can,” He replied with a smile. 

“You’re the best,” she told him as she moved her free hand on his chest and started making circles on his chest with her index finger. 

“What should we do though if we get hungry?” He asked as he arched his eyebrows. “And knowing you, it will be soon,” He chuckled.

“Hey!” She hit him playfully on his chest, although what he said was true. “Then maybe we can order in?” She suggested. 

He nodded his head, “Sure, we can do that.”

“Wait, is Eva here?” She asked softly. When she came over here last night, she was out with friends but could have easily came home last night while Sylvie and Antonio were preoccupied. 

He shook his head, “No, she slept over at her friends house.” He loved his daughter and was grateful she was living with him, but was relieved when she told him before she left that she was sleeping out. 

“Okay good. Then we can order in,” She smiled softly. 

“Eva would have changed your mind?” He asked as he raised his eyebrows. 

She shrugged her shoulders, “I mean, yeah. She would need to eat too. And besides, I don’t think I could stay in your room all day without raising suspicions. She’s 17 years old, she isn’t stupid,” She pointed out and he had to agree, she had a point.

Antonio thought about it for a few seconds and he shook his head, “You know what? Let’s just go downstairs and make breakfast.”

“No, no,” Sylvie groaned, shaking her head. “It’s so warm and nice in this bed and in your arms. Don’t take that from me.”

He chuckled, “Is it wrong to want to cook you breakfast?” He questioned.

“No, of course not,” She sighed. “Actually, it’s very sweet.”

“I have my moments,” he said, jokingly.

Sylvie lifted her head off of his chest and sat up completely, “You don’t have your moments because that would mean you are only sweet every once in a while, but to me, you’re always sweet.”

Antonio shrugged his shoulders, “Am I supposed to treat you badly?” He asked as he stood up from the bed.

“No,” she laughed. “But it is amazing to see a different side of you. Everyone else gets the serious detective side, and while that is a sexy look, the side I get is better, much better.”

He walked over to his dresser and he took out a shirt. He slipped on the shirt as he turned and looked at her, “And what side is that?”

“Like the sweet, adorable side. You actually joke with me, smile and laugh. If I told anyone about this side, they would think I’m making it up,” She admitted. “Don’t worry, I won’t ruin your reputation and tell anyone. I love knowing that this side only comes out when we’re together.”

Antonio chuckled, causing Sylvie to shoot him a puzzled look, “You don’t have to tell anyone, they already know. Do you think when we’re at Molly’s and we’re together, no one sees?” He asked.

Sylvie thought about what he said and then shrugged her shoulders, “I guess whenever we’re out in public I don’t realize we aren’t actually alone.” It wasn’t like that they went fully PDA whenever they were out, they both hated that. But there were moments where it seemed like the world didn’t exist when they looked at each other. 

Antonio chuckled again as he pulled out a pair of sweatpants. He was worried that Eva could come home any minute and didn’t want to make breakfast in his boxers when she came home, “That side only comes out with you because I am smitten with you. And if you can’t tell, you’re my favorite person so I’m happy around you.” He said, as his slid his sweatpants on, his back facing her.

She was grateful that he wasn’t looking directly at her because just his words alone made her emotional, she couldn’t imagine how she would have felt if he was looking directly at her, his intense gaze on her. 

“Antonio, come here,” She whispered.

He turned around and faced her, not knowing what was going through her mind. Without wasting another second, he walked over to her, “What?” He asked quietly.

Sylvie didn’t say anything, she tugged on his shirt and smiled when he got the hint. As he leaned down, their lips met and she pulled him down on top of her. As their kiss deepened, she moved her hands on his face, forgetting about breakfast, forgetting about everything but their kiss.

A few seconds later, Antonio pulled away from the kiss and moved his lips towards her neck. 

As he kissed her neck, Sylvie let out a few soft moans and moved her fingers into his hair. 

“Sylvie,” Antonio whispered against her neck, “we need to eat.”

She groaned but nodded her head. As he moved off of her and sat beside her on the bed, she glanced over at him, “Don’t think we aren’t finishing that later,” She grinned.

“We are,” he promised, “Come on, get dressed.”

“What?” She questioned as she looked over at him, “You actually want me to come downstairs with you? I thought you wanted to cook breakfast and then bring it to me in bed.”

Antonio chuckled, “Sylvie, come on. I don’t want to cook alone.”

“Only if you give me a piggyback ride,” she said as she gave him a look she knew he couldn’t resist. 

“Sylvie, my kitchen is not that far away,” he said, defensively, but cracked a few seconds later seeing the look. Damn her and her irresistible looks. Honestly, sometimes he felt like she could get away with anything because all she had to do was give him that look. “Fine,” he said finally.

Sylvie stood up from the bed and yanked her tank top down over her belly. That brief make out session caused her tank top to raised up over her belly. “But can you promise me something?” She asked.

He sighed, “what else do you want?” He asked.

“That when we come back in here, that shirt comes off,” She pointed her finger at him, “You thought you were sneaky.”

Antonio chuckled, “I promise.” 

Sylvie walked out and took a pair of sweatpants from her overnight bag and slid them on. Knowing that they both had the day off today, she knew she wouldn’t have left his apartment today unless he got called into work.

“Ready?” He asked.

She nodded her head as she walked over to him. She smiled softly as she jumped on his back and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t think I’m gonna want to get down,” she whispered in his ear.

Antonio opened the door as he bit down on his lip. He wasn’t sure why but his body was reacting to her whispering in his ear. He made sure his hands were tightly on her legs so she was secured on his back. 

Sylvie smiled softly as they headed into the kitchen. She couldn’t imagine her day being anymore perfect than what it was, but that had to do more with the fact that she was with Antonio.

Maybe I don’t need to be happy
after all.

Maybe things are meant to fall
apart and to pieces
maybe it is okay
to let it all fall away

and maybe I don’t need
to feel anything,
what good is feeling
if I only harbor broken things
in the hollow of my chest,

I’ve done my best
to keep holding on
but all of my strength is gone
so maybe it is time to let it all go.

Maybe down the road
I’ll find peace in being alone,
maybe I’ll find the quiet I need
to stitch up these wounds that bleed
and bleed and bleed
into my poetry

maybe apathy
will be my saving grace
maybe I’ll find some space
to breathe

maybe I’ll stop drowning,
I’ve been drowning for so long.

so i heard you like bad boys

Originally posted by jimiyoong

genre: fluff fluff and more fluff; uni!au; friends to lover!au; drabble

pairing: yoongi x reader

length: 4.7k

summary: while others see min yoongi as the resident heartthrob of the school - quiet, resilient, and mysterious - you can’t see him as anything other than your dorky best friend since childhood; but what you don’t know is his long desire to be anything but that, even if it means becoming the bad boy in town… or at least try to.

“my hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”

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The Proposal | Part One

Summary: In which a fake proposal leads to the admission of real feelings.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,575

A/N: This is gonna be a two-parter.

Originally posted by theseromaniansarecrazy

“We need a distraction.”

“You said that already,” Sam retorts, not bothering to look up from the napkin he’s doodling on.

Steve sighs, lowering his head and drumming his fingers against the wooden table. “Well I keep saying it because I’m waiting for someone to give me an idea.” Natasha clears her throat and raises her hand, a movement Steve catches out of the corner of his eye. “And no, Natasha. Knocking everyone out with sleeping gas so we can get what we need is not a good idea.”

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so after what like 18 years of me obsessing over @thearcanagame I finally manage to design my baby boy Roh ??

pinky swear

“So you’ll let a complete stranger touch you and not your best friend?”

Summary: Yoongi and you were inseparable friends. Since your childhood you’ve played this game together in which you had to be completely honest when your pinkies were linked. Until one night, the game went too far…

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Smutty SMUT. | Warnings: A lot of tongue technology.

A/N: So this is my official first smut. As an American Horror Story fan you should know that the pinky game is based on Kai’s game in Cult. Of course, without the creepy sh*t. So I hope you like it, I’ll get better I promise, pinky promise.
Words: +2.3K

“Pinky to pinky. Naked truth, brutal honesty. If you lie, I’ll know.”

You both knew the rules: once your pinkies touched you had to answer each other’s question with nothing but the truth. It started as a game you had heard from a girl from your school, and now your best friend and you were hidden under the blankets with a flashlight as the only source of light - and your pinky fingers linked.

Your faces remained expressionless waiting for one of the two to make the first move.

“Are you going to leave with your dad?” you finally asked, your voice cracking as the tears wanted to fall from your eyes.

“I told you, Y/N! I’m not leaving you!” Yoongi raised his other hand and placed it on his chest, where his heart was located. “I promise.”

“You can’t lie with your pinky.”

“I know.” He smiled, causing his eyes to almost disappear, “I’ll stay and we’ll be friends forever.”

There was a knock on your bedroom’s door and then your mother’s voice could be heard from the other side, “Time to sleep, kids!”

He kept his promise and stayed after his parents divorced. You were eighteen now, and he was still your best friend, the person that knew you since your childhood.

However, nothing stayed exactly the same.

When his parents divorced, Min Yoongi changed. The cute eight-year-old boy was long gone, and now was known as a fuckboy and the kind of guy other guys did not want to mess around. That was useful for you though, people knew you were his best friend and that kept bullies away from your smart ass.

You watched him sleep from your seat in class, he was wearing his usual black hoodie but you could still see a glimpse of his minty hair under the cloth. That was part of his routine, he slept in class and then you helped him study later.

The bell rang and you shook his shoulder with your hand. He turned his head to a side and looked at you just with one barely open eye, “Hey.”

“Will you ever stay awake in class?” You grabbed his bag and handed it to him. He yawned and took it, standing up and offering you a hand to do the same.

“Who cares. I have you to teach me better.”

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If something is your passion, listen to your heart. If it’s what you love more than anything else, don’t stop doing it for anybody.