Are you jealous of Jimin bcs he was ranked higher than you for abs?
Jin: Nahh not really
Jin: Since he has the nicest physique out of all of us and he’s always willing to pose for me when I need him to.. but that’s just because he’s a very nice friend and is willing to help me with my art struggles!
BTS Reaction - When another member finds your bralette in their room
Anonymous said: Could you do a reaction to where one of the other members finds your lacy bralette in their room please???
this is gonna be a little longer, I’m in a very write-y mood today lol This will be under a “read more” because it is kinda long!!!
You and Suga had been together for almost two years now - and you’ve only slipped up once. You were alone with Jin in the dorm while all the other boys, including Suga, went off to do their own thing. You walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, and shouted at Jin to see if he wanted to order take out while the other boys were away for the time being. When he didn’t answer, you quickly pulled out your phone and sent Suga a text:
When will you be home? I think Jin and I are going to order Chinese or something x
I’ll be home in five minutes babe, just wait for me before you order.
You smile at his reply and set your phone down, now looking around for where Jin might have disappeared to.
“Jin? C’mon, I’m hungry and Suga will be home in-” you stop as you open the door to Suga and Jin’s shared bedroom, revealing Jin, the most weirded out look on his face. In his fingers he lightly held onto your red, lacy bralette, as if it was the most disgusting thing he’d ever witnessed.
“Y/N. What. Is this?”
At that moment, Suga walks in and sees you standing in the doorway to his room, and steps aside to see Jin holding up your bra.
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” Suga laughs, and Jin starts doing one of his rants like the one he did in the Christmas VLive then flings the bra into a pile of dirty laundry that has yet to be finished. He begins to lecture you guys on the importance of cleaning up after yourselves when you’re “finished being little rabbits.”
Summary:You’re at your mom’s house with your kids when your husband sends you a very NSFW photo while he’s away.
Word Count: 1,116
Warnings: children (because apparently that needs a warning), a stubborn toddler, NSFW photo under the cut, embarrassment, sexting, implied smut
A/N: @wayward-girl sent me this photo and my brain just kicked into overdrive so… here ya go. This is also my (very late - I’m so, so sorry) submission for @frickfracklesackles‘s 1,000 Followers Celebration Challenge. My prompt was “I don’t know whether to worship at your feet or spank the living shit out of you.” and is bolded below.
Jared was in Los Angeles, shooting some promo shoot for something he wouldn’t tell you about. It seemed sketchy, but you shrugged it off for the most part. Packing up the kids, you headed for your mom’s house, knowing she’d listen to your worrying about there being another woman while also helping you with Jake and Lauren.
Day two without Jared, and you were missing him. You woke up that morning and shot him a text, just saying, “Wish you were here,” with a kissing emoticon. After laying in bed for ten more minutes with no reply, you sighed and planted your feet on the floor. Trudging to the kitchen, you clutched the warm black mug between your hands, savoring every single sip of the holy liquid you were taking in.
Going with Harry to tape the BBC Radio 1 interview with Grimmy (Fluffy af)
Or when you have to keep secret that you filmed a video question for Harry…
“Nervous?” you ask before taking a large bite of toast with butter and jam.
“It’s just a normal chat with Nick,” he wipes the crumbs from your lip before you can swat his hand away, adding, “I’m just nervous for it to air.”
“Yeah, too bad we can’t be on the beach with Nicky when that happens,” you smirk from your perch on one of the tall stools by the breakfast bar.
Harry smacks your thigh lightly from his seat next to you, nearly spitting out his tea. “You know he hates when you call him that,” he tilts his head to the side as his body shakes silently with laughter.
“‘S’why I call ‘im that,” you say with a mouthful of jam.
resists Jughead’s offers of a late-night chat.
Word count: 1,765
A/N: this is what i’d like to call a wholesome mix of angst and fluff. enjoy!
Meet me in the hallway
Meet me in the hallway
I just left your bedroom
Give me some morphine
Is there any more to do?
(Y/N), a normally upbeat and cheerful person, was not acting
like her usual self that week. On
Monday, Jughead assumed it was exhaustion.
They had one of their late night talks with hot chocolate the night
before, and Jughead just figured she didn’t get much sleep after that. He decided not to bother her that much,
knowing how cranky she was when she was tired.
On Tuesday, her oddness continued. She was quieter than usual, and she focused
on her internship more than usual.
Jughead, although he was starting to grow suspicious, just waved it off.
“Are you okay?” he asked her during their short lunch
(Y/N)’s head snapped up from her phone. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered quickly,
taking another bite of her sandwich.
“You know, if there’s anything wrong-”
“I told you,” she interrupted him, “I’m fine.”
“Even if you’re fine,” Jughead reminded her, “you know you
can always talk to me.”
Just let me know I’ll
be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out
(Y/N) didn’t come to the internship on Wednesday, and that’s
when it suddenly hit Jughead that there was something very, very wrong with
“Where’s Miss (Y/L/N)?” Mrs. Williams, the receptionist,
asked with a tight smile.
“Honestly, I’m not sure. Do you
want me to text her?”
She shook her head.
“No, that’s alright. If you see
her later today, though, make sure she is aware that it is unacceptable for her
to ditch this internship. Unless it’s
for an emergency, of course, then it’s completely fine.”
Jughead, of course, knew better than that. He knew how dedicated (Y/N) was to this
internship, and he knew that something had to be amiss in order to make her
skip a day.
When he was finished for the day at his internship, he
walked back to the hotel, eyes down and hands in his pockets. He went up the stairs and stopped in front of
(Y/N)’s room. Cautiously, he tapped on
her door twice.
“I’m busy,” her muffled voice called from inside her room.
“Busy?” Jughead questioned from outside the door. “Busy, (Y/N)?
You didn’t even show up today!”
“Piss off, Jug,” her voice grew slightly louder, and Jughead
wasn’t sure if it was because she raised her voice or if she was approaching
He leaned his head against the door and sighed. “Can you please let me in?”
“I’m not leaving until you open this door,” he warned. “Either you come out or I’ll come in.”
“Then I hope you’re planning on staying out there all
I gotta get better,
gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
And maybe we’ll work it out
(Y/N) thought he was bluffing. Hell, even Jughead figured that he was
bluffing. They were both proven wrong,
however, when he started dragging blankets from off his bed onto the floor
outside of (Y/N)’s door.
“What are you doing?” (Y/N)’s muffled voice asked from
inside her room. She heard rustling
outside in the hallway, and she knew it was Jughead.
“I’m waiting until you open up that door,” he answered,
spreading the blanket out in front of the door.
“Why?” she questioned.
“I told you,” he explained, “I’m not leaving until you talk
“Jug, I said I don’t want to talk,” she reminded him,
leaning her head against the door.
Jughead had his resting against the other side. “Besides, there are other people in this
hotel who will see you.”
“I don’t care.”
“Jug, please,” her voice grew weaker, “I don’t want to talk
“Listen, (Y/N),” he pressed his hand against the door, “I
know you don’t want to talk about it, and that’s okay. I’m not gonna make you talk about it until
you’re ready. So I’ll be here all night,
and whenever you feel like discussing it, I’m here.”
I walked the streets
Running with the thieves
‘Cause you left me in the hallway
Give me some more
Just take the pain away
(Y/N) didn’t know why Jughead insisted on staying outside
her door all night. She had made it
perfectly clear that she was not going to confide in him anytime soon, and yet
he still remained there. She started to
feel bad, knowing that the hotel hallway floor surely couldn’t be that
comfortable, even if he did have layers of blankets as cushioning.
“Jughead,” she whispered at midnight, “go to bed.”
“I am,” his sleepy voice grumbled.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes.
“I meant in your room.”
Although she couldn’t see it, Jughead sat up. “You know I’m not gonna do that,” he said,
shaking his head.
“Please, Jug,” she begged.
“I’ll be at the internship tomorrow, I promise. Just go back to your room, you’re not gonna
be able to get a good night’s sleep out there.”
“I’ll be fine, (Y/N).”
When she didn’t respond, Jughead placed his ear to the door, trying to
listen for movement. He heard a light
rustling sound, and a soft thump.
“Hold on a sec, Jug.”
The noises continued, and Jughead confusedly stared at the door
separating him from (Y/N). Finally, the
rustling ceased and (Y/N) sat right in front of her door.
“What was that?” he inquired after a moment of pure silence.
“I moved my blankets in front of my door,” she answered
“(Y/N), come on, sleep in your bed.”
She sarcastically placed her hand on her chin, pretending to
think. She didn’t even care that Jughead
couldn’t see her. “The funny thing is
that I’m pretty sure I just said that a few minutes ago, Jug. And what did you do? You ignored my protests.” Jughead didn’t respond. “So now, I’m doing the same to you.”
Just let me know I’ll
be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out
Neither of them could fall asleep that night.
Jughead wasn’t sure if it was because he had never slept so
close to (Y/N) before, even if there was a door separating them, or if it was
his concern for his friend.
When he closed his eyes, he imagined the barrier would disappear. He would roll over and wrap (Y/N) in his
arms, burying his head into her hair. He
would whisper sweet nothings to her as she sobbed into his chest, explaining
why she had been acting so strangely for the past few days.
But then he’d open his eyes, and the door would
reappear. He knew that even if (Y/N) did
open her door, he wouldn’t hold her the way he dreamt. That would cross the line between friendship
and something more, and Jughead knew (Y/N) was not about to take that
leap. At the very best, he would provide
her with some hot chocolate.
He heard her tossing and turning in her blankets on the
other side of the door, so he pressed his hand on the door in a pathetic
attempt to comfort her. It must have
worked, though, because the rustling of the sheets stopped.
“(Y/N)?” he whispered, leaning his forehead against the
door. “Are you awake?”
“Of course I’m awake, dumbass, the floor is uncomfortable,”
(Y/N) sassily replied, her voice thick with fatigue. Jughead softly laughed. “I’m guessing you’re awake for the same
“Precisely,” he confirmed.
They fell into silence, and after a couple of minutes, Jughead was sure
(Y/N) had been overwhelmed by exhaustion and finally fell asleep, so he settled
into his makeshift bed and closed his eyes.
Gotta get better,
gotta get better
Gotta get better, gotta get better
Gotta get better, gotta get better
And maybe we’ll work it out
Jughead didn’t know what time it was, but a loud thump woke
him up. He shot up and glanced at
(Y/N)’s door. More loud noise continued
to leak from her room until it suddenly stopped. Jughead prepared to knock, but before his
hand could touch the door, a teary-eyed (Y/N) opened it. Her bottom lip quivered as she stood in front
of him. Never had he seen her look so fragile.
“I’m sorry,” she croaked.
Jughead shook his head as he pulled her into a hug. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, (Y/N).” Neither of them said anything else, and so
they sat in the middle of the hotel hallway floor at some ungodly hour,
clinging onto each other.
It wasn’t exactly how Jughead imagined it: not a word was
uttered, but he was still holding (Y/N) with her tears staining his pajama
If Jughead was selfish, he would’ve told (Y/N) how he
felt. He would have finally confessed that
he had a crush on her, something that he had been struggling to accept for the
past few weeks. But Jughead was not
selfish; this was (Y/N)’s moment to be vulnerable, not his. They still had a couple weeks left
together. He still had time.
After what felt like an eternity, (Y/N)’s sobs subsided and
she fell asleep on Jughead’s lap. He
softly smiled as he picked her up and gently laid her on her bed, placing a
blanket over her sleeping form. He
picked up his blankets from outside her door and dragged them back to his room,
where he carelessly tossed them onto his bed right before he flopped onto it.
(Y/N) would never tell him what was wrong. He knew that.
But that didn’t stop him from smiling to himself because he knew, even
if she didn’t want to talk about it, she would always come to him for a
shoulder to cry on. And for Jughead,
that was enough.
We don’t talk about it
It’s something we don’t do
'Cause once you go without it
Nothing else will do
He saw her the next morning at their internship. He smiled from across the room at her, and
she smiled back. Both of them had dark
circles under their eyes, the only evidence of what occurred the previous
They never spoke about that night. Neither of them ever talked about what
happened, and neither of them ever would.
It was a memory that remained hidden, the only witness besides the two
of them being that hotel hallway.
Chris sighs. “Well, okay.” There’s some rustling on the other end – blankets, Viktor assumes. Like Chris is resettling himself in his bed. “Listen, I gotta go…” He trails off, leaving room for Viktor to ask for more time.
But Viktor ignores the silent offer. “Sorry for keeping you up late.”
“Anytime, handsome. You know if you ever need anything–”
“–I know how to reach you,” Viktor says, his stomach suddenly feeling tight, like he’s overwhelmed with something, though he’s not sure what. He just knows he’s ready for the call to be over. “Thanks, Chris. …G’night.”
Viktor ends the call and lets himself fall backwards against the wall with a soft thud, phone pressed against his mouth. He’s… unsettled, yes, that’s the word. It’s not an emotion he feels often – living life in the moment tends to leave little room for feelings like doubt or anxiety – but he’s certainly feeling it now.
He’s right, he thinks, the feeling gnawing ruthlessly at him as he mulls the conversation ove rin his head. He’s right, what am I doing? Picking a strange Persocom off the ground and jus taking it back with him, assuming it even worked, and now that he knows it does – what? What is he honestly going to do with it? Did he honestly just think he’d grabbed such an expensive, complicated piece of technology to look after Makkachin? Who deserves the best, of course, but no one does that. Except for him, apparently.
Are you lonely, Viktor?
It’s then that he feels something soft grab his arm; Viktor jolts, coming back to himself (and isn’t that something new, spacing out like that?). He glances over and realizes that it’s only the Persocom, staring up at him with… concern?
Sugar baby Rhys gets some minor surgery, like an appendectomy or something. As he's coming out of anesthesia, he's super loopy and starts saying all this mushy, romantic shit about Jack to the person he notices in the room...who happens to be Jack himself. Jack usually feels very in-control of his emotions, but suddenly this high-as-a-kite string bean has him all flustered
It was going to be fine.
Rhys had been complaining about the pain in his stomach for a couple of days, and while Jack had written it off at first as some bad fish from a restaurant he promised they’d never visit again, but when the pain had persisted Jack had all but bullied Rhys into an appointment with Jack’s private physician. After a litany of questions about the nature and duration of Rhys’ pain, a CT scan confirmed that Rhys’ appendix was inflamed. That had struck a chord of worry in Jack, despite his doctor’s assurance that Rhys’ case could be swiftly resolved with a relatively routine surgery. Still, the very idea of his pretty baby going under the knife, even if it was the knife of Jack’s very trustworthy surgeon, bolstered with the best equipment and staff that money could buy.
To his credit, Rhys seemed relatively nonplussed by the idea of surgery, pointing to his prosthetic when Jack had brought up his own concerns. Honestly, the young man took more issue with the fact that he was prevented from eating anything, even ice cream, the night before the surgery. The CEO had kept mostly silent after that, barely getting any sleep as he preferred to watch Rhys’ lay peacefully in his arms.
As Rhys sat on the hospital bed the next morning, Jack lavished the young man with as many kisses and careful petting as he could, pulling aside his surgeon for one final, not-so-veiled threat before he allowed Rhys to be prepped for the operation.
“You better not go dying on me, ‘kay pumpkin?” Jack gave Rhys’ hand a little squeeze, “all your shit is in my apartment, and hell if I’m gonna go through your sock collection all on my own.”
“Jack,” Rhys murmured, smirking, “I’ve probably had more surgeries than you have….it’s not a big deal. I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, if your doctor wants to keep his job and his skin, then you will be.” Jack let out a loud growl, which was quickly cut off as Rhys’ grabbed the silk of Jack’s tie and pulled him in for a soft kiss.
“Dude, if you keep freaking out, you’re gonna give yourself a heart attack, then I’ll be the one losing my shit over you….” Rhys whispered as their lips parted. “Try to chill out…I’ll see you on the other side….okay old man?”
Jack let out a tense sigh, even as Rhys’ ran his fingers soothingly through the peppered gray streak in his hair.
“I’ll…I’ll try…” He huffed. Rhys gave him a soft, genuine smile, even as Jack was cautiously ushered away from his lover’s side.
“You better have a mountain of ice cream ready for me as soon as I can eat. I’m gonna be starving!” Rhys called as he was wheeled towards the operating room, giving Jack one last little wave before he was pushed through the doors.
Sure, a big part of Jack had always known that the surgery would probably go off without a hitch. And if not, at least he had violently beating the operating team for losing his lover’s life to look forward to. Still, the tension hadn’t fully bled out his body until the point where the surgeon had told him that the appendix had been removed successfully, and that Rhys was now resting in his room.
The kid was still asleep, as pale and as still as Jack had ever seen him. Despite the assuring bleep of the machines and the steady rise and fall of Rhys’ chest underneath his thin hospital gown. Grateful that no one else had decided to stay in the room with him, Jack took a seat at Rhys’ bedside, careful of the young man’s IV as he carefully took Rhys’ hand in his.
Things were quiet for awhile, and Jack was about to wonder if he was going to go crazy counting his boyfriend’s exhales, when suddenly Rhys started to stir.
“Kitten?” Jack gasped as he grasped Rhys’ hands in both of his, waiting with bated breath as Rhys’ expression started to shift, his eyelids fluttering as his head turned to the side. Little by little, Jack was greeted with a familiar blue and brown as Rhys’ eyes opened halfway, looking around the room dazedly.
“Rhysie….?” Jack whispered softly as the young man let out a tiny, sleepy moan. He was clearly still out of it, caught in the effects of the anasthesia. Which was fine, Jack was content to hang around and hold the kid’s hand
But then Rhys started talking.
“Muhh….J….Jack…” Rhys moaned, voice weak and reedy as he softly smacked his lips together, Jack stiffened, staring down at the young man in surprise. Rhys didn’t sound all that….conscious, like he was babbling in his sleep.
“Yeah, pumpkin?” Jack whispered softly, not wanting to scare him. Rhys’ eyes just dazedly flicked up to him
“Oh….hey. Can you please….gotta tell Jack…” Rhys murmured, shifting slightly in his bed. Jack raised an eyebrow as he looked down on the loopy young man. Tell him what? Jack knew everything about Rhys that might be considered a dirty little secret. Turn-ons, pet peeves, ex-boyfriends. If he was planning some kind of drug-induced confession, there wasn’t much on the table that Jack didn’t already know about, or suspect.
“You gotta….tell Jack….I love him…” Rhys whined, blissfully unaware of how he had suddenly cause Jack to freeze up in his chair, a blush reaching new heights in his cheeks as he stared down at the incoherent man. What was that?
N….No. No way. Sure, Jack cared for the kid, bought him new clothes and fancy food and fucked him so hard he was pretty sure they could hear his cries on the street below his penthouse, but love was something he figured he’d stopped dealing with years ago, when he’d given up on marriage and family and decided to just pluck whatever pretty thing he liked out of the crowds.
And yeah here his precious little addled idiot was, gushing his blubbery little feelings out all over Jack’s lap as if the older man knew at all what to do with it.
“Love him…so much….” Rhys continued, and damn the little lovestruck way he said that word was getting Jack redder than all the times Rhys’d wrapped those pretty little lips around his cock. “He was s-so worried…hehe…he said he’s gonna bring my ice cream…” A little quirk of a smile tugged at Rhys’ slack lips that made Jack’s heart flutter. “Do you think….do you think he’d feed it to me…? I want him to…I wanna kiss him…he can taste the ice cream….”
Jack’s heart thumped in his chest as he made a mental note to order the biggest, fanciest sundae to Rhys’ room as quickly as possible.
“Please….tell him, okay?” Rhys’s fingers weakly tightened on Jack’s hand, Jack giving him a warm squeeze in return.
“I…Okay, kiddo. I’ll tell him.” Jack promised, daring to lean in and kiss the young man’s forehead, even as his own skin was burning with blush at Rhys’ confession. He bit his lip as he watched the kid softly flutter back down into his nap, fingers relaxing against Jack’s warm grip and leaving the CEO alone with his thoughts.
Fuck. He wondered if some of the nurses would be willing to give some of the good stuff and knock him out instead.
Can you please do an in-depth description of the Sheith Fam House with screenshots and floorplan? Also, their villa in Japan cos you know that they would have one. Also, what cars would they own? Those rich ass bastards.
YOU ASKED. I WILL DELIVER. I’ve always said that Shiro and Keith’s house is big. Considering Shiro is one of the top neurosurgeons and Keith being a Best Selling Author, let’s say their annual income’s in the 7 digits each. So, their house kinda shows that too in a way.
What you see here is the back of the house because obviously, who even has a pool in front? LMAO I mean, maybe Shiro and Keith would but even they’re not that crazy. Also three floors because who needs two when clearly you can have three? This family can be frugal at times but there are times when they just don’t have any chill.
Let’s take a tour at the Shirogane Residence, so more under the cut.
I'm stressed as all hell. Please, I beg, supper fluffy anything with McCree, Genji, and Lúcio. So many finals and projects in two weeks; I want to curl up in my bed and sleep forever.
Here comes fluff to heal your mental wounds and clear your skin.
I dunno why I felt like writing domestic dynamics but I found it pretty cute, so.
Y’all are one of couples that just work with/around each other without a second thought
You’ll be washing dishes and instead of handing you the cup he finished using, he’ll just stand behind you, slip his arms around you and wash the mug himself
He’ll be vacuuming and you’ll be sitting on the couch with your feet up on the coffee table, so he just picks up your legs and holds them until he’s finished vacuuming the area under them and around the close proximity; then he sets them back down and goes about his chore and you haven’t moved otherwise
You guys just use the bathroom simultaneously
You’re using the toilet while he’s brushing his teeth and (and just having casual conversation like yes you’re that couple)
He’ll be shaving while you’re brushing your teeth, then you’ll both do your together
You guys get dressed together as well and often ask for each other’s opinion on outfit ideas
You’ll probably always wear something of his, whether it’s a shirt, his hat, his boots (which are way too big), etc.
Y’all are that couple that likes to match for the sake of your own amusement and other people’s annoyance
If he’s cooking, he asks you what you want but usually just makes whatever BBQ, Southern meal he has in mind anyway
When you’re both working in the kitchen, the radio’s on and there’s regular dance breaks between cooking/setting the table/cleaning up
Dance breaks happen regularly, basically whenever there’s a song you both like (yes, even in public)
Sass Master Supreme Team
Prankster Supreme Team
Y’all are both the thing everyone hates and the thing everyone wants in a relationship
Two peas in a pod; best friends
Morning meditation and yoga sessions (you get to stare at your boy’s booty; it’s great)
Bi-daily sword and throwing star classes for you
Then you shower while he makes you breakfast
You either sit outside or in the dining room and just chat throughout the meal
He loves to help you pick out your clothes
Also asks to help with your hair
He is a fashionista boy indeed
Also he does all the chores
Like, nah, you need not worry about them
(Also imagine him wearing one of those stereotypical anime cleaning uniforms because that’s literally him)
Kind of a clean freak (because, y’know, order and stuff)
Likes to go out and about with you in town
Tbh. he just really enjoys being seen with you
‘Cause you’re so perfect and stuff
You guys often walk the noodle dragon
I mean, it’s mainly the dragon hanging around your necks or arms but at least it’s getting some fresh air
When bedtime comes, he holds you close, hums Japanese ballads, and murmurs sweet little things to you in Japanese
He doesn’t really need to sleep (although, he can or something like it if he wants to), so most of the time he just spends the night watching you rest and making sure you’re comfortable throughout the night
Lord help this wholesome boy he works so much
Concerts, clubs, fundraisers, charity events
Energetic boy in energetic but boy when he’s asleep, he’s asleep
Even if you sleep in until 1 p.m., he manages to sleep in later
He’s almost impossible to wake up too
Ya just gotta let his boy catch up on his Z’s
Before he goes to bed/Right after he wakes up, he’s such a sleepy cuddle bug
He’ll wake up at like noon and shuffle into the living room where you’re at, then he’ll just climb into the seat next to you and cozy up to you
If you’re trying to work, prepare to be nuzzled and smooched until you give him attention
Sometimes he’ll doze off again, other times y’all just end up snuggling on the couch for a while
Once he’s out of this state (which usually takes a shower, breakfast, and an energy drink), he’s back to his bubbly energetic self
Of course, he’s still cuddly as all heck
All touching and hugging and smooching
Invites you to every club, concert, or other event he had to go to because A) He doesn’t want to be away from you for a second and B) He doesn’t want to leave you out
You don’t have to say yes; he just wants to give you the option
He sings while he does anything
Chores? Singing. Showering? Singing. Getting all cozy and warm with you? Either humming or singing seductive lines to you (With other people, this last one may turn out to seem silly but boy does Lucio make another level of attractiveness)
He’s a sweet boy and wants to be around you at all times l e t h i m
I was in the middle of a very good dream and I mean very good. I was laying on a bed, watching as Theo took his shirt off. I slowly licked my lips, definatly approving of what I saw.
He looked over at me and laughed,“Liking the view?”
I nodded, eyeing him up and down,“Oh you have no idea.”
He smile, then looked to wear my shirt was still covering my body, “Your turn.”
I sighed and gave a slight shrug of my shoulders, “I don’t know. I think I might need some help taking it off.”
“You don’t gotta ask me twice.”, He said, making his way on the bed.
Once he was hovering over me, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I egarly kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He pulled away, looked me in the eye and said, “Y/N, it’s time to wake up.”
I looked at him extremly confused, “What?”
“Y/N, get up. I have a job for you.”
I opened my eyes and saw Theo standing in the doorway to my room. I groaned and rolled over. Maybe if I go back to sleep right now, I will be able to finish that dream.
Theo wasn’t on bored with that plan, “Seriously! Get up already. We have work that needs to be done.”
I rolled my eyes, gosh he was such a nag, “You are so much better in dream form.”
“What?”, He asked, not sure if he heard right.
“Forget it.”, I say, sitting up and streching, “So what’s on the agenda today?”
He shook his head, getting back to reason why he so rudly woke me up, “Right. I need you to spend the day with Stiles. Keep him away from Scott.”
I looked at him like he hd just spoken a different language,“Excuse me? You want me to babysit? I don’t think so. Get one of your little minnions to do it.”
He sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, “Hayden is on Liam duty and Corey is on Mason duty. So that leaves you.”
I hummed and pretending to be thinking about it, then said,“ Yeah, I don’t think so.”
Theo’s eyes snapped open, “What do you mean you don’t think so? Did you forget who you’re talking to?”
I got up and walked over to him, looking him in the eye,“ Did you forget who you’re talking to? Do you not remember why I left my pack in the first place? I don’t like being told what to do.”, I paused, a sly smile aprearing on my face,“ That is, unless I’m naked.”
His jaw dropped open and eyes widend in shock, “What?”
I laughed at his reaction, then I got a brilliant idea, “You know what? I think I will pay Stiles a visit after all.”
That seemed to snap Theo out of it, he grabbed my arm and glared at me, “You’re not seriously thinking about sleeping with him are you?”
I pulled out of his grasp and walked over to my dresser, pulling out the shortest pair of shorts that I owned. Then I walked over to my closet and pulled out a black tank top. Once I was dressed I quickly put on my sneakers and left my room.
As I was walking towards the front door, Theo grabbed my wrist, “Answer me Y/N. Are you really thinking about sleeping with him.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed at him, “Hey, you’re the one that me to spend the day with him. You just never said doing what. So now you’ll get what you want and I’ll get to have a little fun while doing it.”
“I mean why would you even want to. He’s not even that cute.”, He mumbled, looking everywhere but me.
I eyed him for a second, then it hit me, “Theo why do you care so much?”
“Because…”, He started to say, but trailed off.
“Because why?” I asked, wanting for him to finish.
He sighed, then looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Because if anyone is sleeping with you, it’s going to be me.”
Before I even had a chance to respond, he crashed his lips to mine. It only took me a couple of seconds to start kissing him back. I mean it’s not like I hadn’t dreamt of this happening.
After we had been making out for about five minutes, I pulled back and whipsered in his ear, “So are we doing this or not? I mean I did have previous plans.”
He growled, then picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I laughed as he made his way back into my room. He layed me down on my bed, then climbed on top of me.
He kissed up and down my neck a couple of times, before reaching down to tug on the end of my shirt, “Off now.”
As much as I wanted to comply, I decided to give him a hard time, “I thought I told you. I don’t like being told what to do, unless I’m naked and from what I can see, not naked.”
“By the time I’m done. You will be.”, He said, voice low and ruff in my ear, causing shivers to run down my spine.
He pulled away and sat up to remove his shirt. Once he had thrown his shirt to some place on my floor, I reached up and ran my hands down his chest.
“Way better than my dream.” I say, not missing the amused smile that appeared on Theo’s face.
“So you were dreaming about me earlier.”, He teased, remembering what I said this morning.
I shrugged like it was no big deal, “Not the first time and probably not the last.”
“So what exactly did we do in this dream of yours?” Theo asked, leaning back down to kiss my neck.
It took me a couple of minutes to form a coherent sentence, “Sadly not much. Seeing as someone woke me up and just when it was starting to get good.”
He laughed and pulled back to look at me, “How about I make it up to you by really giving you something to dream about.”
“Sure you can do that?”, I ask, with a playfull smile.
“Don’t you worry about it.”, He said, crushing his lips to mine once again.
Summary: You and Bucky have been running around together for what seems like forever. Hiding your relationship from the world and appearing to everyone else as the perfect siblings with the perfect relationship. No one had seen a brother and sister be so close before. You spend your alone time together, making promises and breathing in each other’s skin. But what happens when Bucky enlists in the army? Decades of heartbreak, death, and a super-soldier with amnesia that can’t seem to shake his memory of you.
A/N: This will be a new series, so the summary above is a summary of the entire series, not just this part :) Let me know what you guys think! I can’t wait to go on my next break and play around with this one :)
Request for anon: Maybe one where they’ve grown up together and always slept together and had feelings and stuff and they were each other’s first kiss so they would “be good for their bf/gf” and then as you get older people comment about y'all being cute but you’re not together and it’s all full of feelings and stuff. Idk, hopelessly in love sonny just makes me happy lol
I’m sorry idk what this is. It started out as fluff and then it went to angst and now I don’t even know.
Keeping with tradition, you and Sonny set off for your yearly road trip.
It was something Sonny had started when he got his first car in high school. Every summer, you would make it a point to drive somewhere you had never been before. It would not matter whether you two stayed for a few days, a week, or simply made the drive and then turned around (like the summer of ‘02 when Sonny just HAD to see Mount Rushmore. God, what a waste of forty-four hours). Still, just the time together, making memories was enough for both of you. It was something for you to look forward to every year, and you hadn’t even missed one. You and Sonny had been to Cape Cod in Maine, beaches in Florida, music festivals in Nashville, and museums in Chicago, among many other destinations. This year, you had decided on Savannah for the food, the ghost tours, and the Southern charm.
You loved being with Sonny like this. Just the two of you, on the road with tons of snacks and mix CDs, though in the past few years those had turned into Spotify playlists. It was always so easy, you next to him in the passenger’s seat, him talking about things he had researched about the place you were going. It was always the same thing, each trip, and over the years you had fallen quite hard for your best friend.