His phone screen is dark and it mocks him even as
he pastes on a smile for the girl currently cuddling into his side. What was
her name again? Ye Eun? Eunha?
Fuck if he knows.
All he knows is that you’re not replying to his
texts, and he needs to get drunk asap before he does something stupid like call
you. The girl he currently has his arm around beckons to her friend from a
distance away, and Jeongguk tries his best to keep his eyes off her tits in her
low cut tube dress as she approaches with a giggle.
“Jeongguk, right?” Girl number 2 sidles up to his
unoccupied side and he immediately feels her breasts against his arm. They’re
firm to the touch, which either means that they’re entirely fake, or that
there’s enough padding in her bra for it to be a bulletproof vest.
the kind who asks you for a little sugar [zimbits neighbors au]
When Jack moved into the plain, white house on Maple Street, he wasn’t expecting much except the peace and quiet he needed to write his next novel. Most of the neighbors were elderly or wrapped up in their young-parent bubble, too busy to notice the quiet, serious man now living in the late Mr. Ripley’s house. And Jack preferred it that way.
Every house on the street seemed a part of the scenery to Jack, weathered and simple with neat yards and the occasional rocking chair or wind chimes on the porches. Every house, that was, but his next door neighbor.
The house to the left of Jack’s was a buttery yellow color, the yard divided between garden and eclectic statues of rabbits and butterflies and other ridiculous things. The mailbox was covered in painted sunflowers and a faded pride flag hung in the window. It made Jack uneasy, knowing his neighbor was probably some overzealous, middle-aged lady who owned several cats and healed her colds with crystals. With one last look at the house and the pie that sat to cool on the windowsill, Jack wrinkled his nose and returned to his own home.
BTS REACTS TO: Their s/o wearing an ugly picture of them on a t-shirt
Anon Asked: Can you do a BTS Reaction to their s/o wearing an ugly selfie of them on a t-shirt in public? I ALWAYS wanted to do this with my boyfriend but he’s too photogenic uGH
Okay, I’ve totally done this before. Showed up at a friend’s birthday party wearing an ugly snapchat pic they sent me on a sweatshirt lol.
- Admin Dayna
Jin is handsome. He knew it, his fans knew it, and obviously, so do you. But with great beauty, comes great responsibility, and it seems like your boyfriend abuses his good-looks. Jin oozes narcissism. At times it was funny, charming in fact, but there’s only so much of it one could take. Sometimes consequences need to be dealt out to the arrogant. With just enough persistence and creativity, you’ve came up with the perfect plan. You awaited his arrival at the airport, your hoodie zipped up hiding your brilliance. Jin and the boys’ plane had landed and now they were only a few feet away from you. When you were absolutely positive Jin was looking right at you - and you could tell he had by the way he suddenly picked up his pace to a brisk jog your direction - you unzipped your hoodie, revealed your t-shirt with a rather… unattractive picture of him that his Army has turned into a meme printed on the front. You lifted your arms up high, allowing Jin, the boys, and the lucky bystanders to bask in its glory. As Namjoon, Yoongi, Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook all erupted into laughter, Jin struggled to reprimand you between fits of giggles.
“Wha - jagiyaahh~! How could you betray me?!”
“What have I done to deserve this?!”
“Do you think this was right?! I demand respect!”
Some people date and become #RelationshipGoals, but between you and Yoongi, it was #CivilWar. Battle of the Brats: Petty vs. Savage. Yoongi loved to pick at you. As level-headed and wise as the boy seems to be, there were times where you questioned his maturity. As of lately, he’s been on a roll. Mocking the way you laughed, cheeky jabs and slick comments, talking back to you with just as extra dash of sass - it appears that Yoongi has forgotten he isn’t the only petty one in this relationship. Today he had a day off and promised to go out with you just to get some ice cream together. What he doesn’t know is that you’ve prepared a couple days ahead a little something to get back at him for all his latest antics. He rang the doorbell and called out your name from outside. You nonchalantly open the door and greet him, smoothing out the t-shirt you wore with an embarrassing selca of him printed right in the middle. He froze, staring at your shirt with mild disbelief,
“So wait… you’re wearing that out?”
“Yeah. What you don’t like it?”
“I mean well… can you not wear it out?”
“Can you never wear it?”
Hobi is a great boyfriend, you weren’t complaining. He treated you well, and showered you with compliments, love and affection. The one thing that you just couldn’t stand about your boyfriend was how much he loved to show the boys all the ugly selfies you sent him through snapchat. The whole purpose of you sending it to him was for it to be seen by only him! If you wanted the boys to see, you would’ve damn well done it yourself! It’s not like you showed all your friends ugly selfies of him he sent you! But at the rate Hoseok was going, it was about time you had your fun too. The second J-Hope sent you an ugly snapchat selfie, you screenshot the sucker, and ordered a customized t-shirt with the selca on it with big black letters on top that said, “My Hope”. You wasted no time when it finally had been delivered. You ripped the package open, slipped the t-shirt on, and took a selfie in it - and made sure you looked damn cute, too. Within the next 5 minutes, Hobi had spammed your SNS and Text Messages with Laughing and Crying Emojis.
“[y/n]~! What is this?!”
“I look so awful in that! Did you wear it out?!”
“You’re awful, jagi!”
This is revenge. Absolutely justified, of course. You let Namjoon scroll through your playlist on your Spotify, and - not surprisingly - the kid slipped up and forgot gravity existed. He dropped your phone, and the screen shattered. You watched your cell fly through the air, land on the concrete sidewalk, and skid a few feet more in slow motion. And your boyfriend just watched it with horror on his face. As much as he apologized for it between nervous laughter, you still haven’t found it in your heart to forgive him. Why? Well, because this was his third time breaking your phone’s screen. On that day you told him to remember these words: “Karma is a bitch”. Today, he can call you Karma. Jin was making the boys one of your favorite dishes, and knowing this, Namjoon invited you over to the dorms to eat some. This was the perfect moment. You knocked on the door three times, and shuffled on your feet impatient for him to open the door and see you. It was Jungkook who had welcomed you, staring down at the t-shirt and instantly drawing attention to you with how loudly he laughed. The boys hurried over confused, Namjoon taking the lead. It took a few seconds for him to finally process that it was him on your shirt, and to that he couldn’t help but laugh himself
“Why, [y/n]?! Why?!”
“Remember when you broke my phone, asshole?”
“Ugh… why are you so petty?”
“I already bought you a new one!”
ChimChim was so fluffy it hurts. His smiling eyes were cute, his laugh was cute, the way he combed his hair back with his fingers was cute, even when he got flustered and fell weak to nervous giggles was cute! You simply couldn’t help how much you wanted to show off how precious your boyfriend was. It was only natural for one to do so, right? You saw somewhere on twitter a picture of a couple wearing each other’s selfies on a shirt and took inspiration from it. It was a great idea, but you wanted something a little more… personalized. Something that’ll express to the world how much you really loved your Jiminie. Searching deep within the depths of selcas and pictures of your boyfriend in your camera roll, you finally found the perfect one. Even when Jimin made ugly faces, he was cute! You got the shirt customized, printed, and shipped within a matter of 3 days flat, and was quick to put it on and hurry to the boy’s dorms to show off the shirt. Jimin opened the door, already excited to see you through the peep hole. Once he got a glimpse of your shirt, his cheeks grew hot, and as expected, your ChimChim began to laugh out of absolute embarrassment.
“You had to pick that picture?”
“Did you come here just to bully me, Jagi?”
“I shouldn’t even let you in!”
Truth be told, the relationship between you and TaeTae was quite simply shits and giggles. Of course there came serious moments, but it was silly, goofy, childish ones that always stuck out the most. Before Tae had gone off on tour, as the tradition goes, the two of you came up with ways and items to keep each other close despite the distance. Your boyfriend had gotten a blown up print of a snapchat pic you sent him using a silly filter and making a just as silly face. He told you he planned on carrying that poster with him whereever he went, and framing it when he got back to the Seoul Dorms. Hearing that, you decided to make use of the handful of crazy selcas Tae had sent you himself. You printed out the best one on a t-shirt, and took a picture of yourself wearing it. Seeing the picture put a big boxy grin on his face.
“Ahh! Jagiyaah~! That’s better than my poster!”
“I want the t-shirt too!”
“Absolutely not! You wear an ugly picture of me on your shirt and pictures of you wearing it will spread on the fansites so fa -”
“No, no, [y/n], I want to wear a t-shirt with myself on it.”
The problem with Jungkook is he talks too much. The two of you facetime late nights while he’s abroad during tour. You tell each other how much you love and miss one another, and end the call bittersweet. Sometimes, he makes silly recommendations on how to get by the day with him away. It’s expected that not all of his recommendations are too great, but every once in a while, he proves himself more genius than he gives himself credit for. One night you had told him, “Jungkookie, I miss your ugly face.” and he’d say in response, “if you print it on a shirt, every time you walk past a mirror you’ll see it.” Brilliant right? Guess he hadn’t taken into consideration the depths of how truly iconic the idea was. The next day, you had went out and done exactly that, sporting his face on your shirt for days. He called you one night during facetime as you were wearing it. To say the least, he was quite shook.
“… what’s on your shirt?”
“Okay but… but why?”
“It was your idea…?”
“I wasn’t being serious!”
“Did you wear it out? No - actually, don’t wear it out.”
sooooo I know my last one didn’t have a plot, but this one does! I hope it makes sense and I hope you guys like this lil series I’m trying to create :-) it’s very angsty and theres some fluff I hope and also lots of husband!Harry and dad!Harry obviously :))) there’s a part 2 to this and it will be posted tomorrow (thursday night) so stay tuned my bumblebees
“You’re late.” Harry stated as his son walked through the front door and made his way towards his room. Harry’s arms were crossed in front of his chest, an old dark blue full sleeve shirt covering his upper body paired with his black sweat pants.
“Keeping track now?” Jasper shot back.
“Sorry?” Harry asked, giving Jasper a chance to reword what he had said.
“Nothing, I’m surprised you care at all.”
Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know what it means.”
“I don’t. Humour me.”
“What’s going on?” You asked, poking your head through the entrance of the kitchen.
Request/Summary: puedes hacer latinxpeterparker? :) gracias! -your fellow hispanic nerd [@worldsroses] | Peter gets some very much needed ayuda en español.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Latinx!Reader
Word Count: 1433
A/N: I loved writing this because it’s silly and cute, and I hope you all enjoy this! Note: there are no translations included for the Spanish in the fic, sorry :/ Hopefully I’ll start writing more fics in Spanish for all my lovely latinx gente out there :) | masterlist
Summary:Can I request an Ethan x Reader where the reader is best friends with Ethan and Grayson and they’re doing the lie detector test and somehow the reader ends up hooked up the machine and it comes out that she like Ethan (sorry if this doesn’t make any sense. I love your writing tho 💖💖)
Warnings: Too cute ❤️❤️
A/N: Okay I thought this sounded so cute so I decided to write it but I hope you guys enjoy it and thanks for the requests! I have finals coming up so requests are still OPEN but I may not post them till after the first week of May! :)
“Hey guys what’s up?” The boys introduced their channel as I sit on the sidelines waiting to be introduced. I didn’t have plans to be in this video at all, but the boys were using my dad’s lie detector and my dad would kill me if they broke it or anything so I decided to be here and make sure they don’t do anything stupid.
“We have our lovely friend Y/N here today. This is her dad’s lie detector so she has to make sure we don’t break it or anything with how these results come out.” Grayson laughs as he stands to help Ethan hook up to the machine. “Yo Y/N how do you work this thing?” Grayson asks as he attempts to wrap the belt around Ethan. When they lifted up Ethan’s shirt I could see his abs and his smile which drove me crazy. He had such a cute smile which made my insides flutter. His abs looked so good against his charcoal sweatshirt. He was looking down fiddling with the belt between his fingers. I would have to wrap my arm around him to lock the belt into place against his belly button. “Earth to Y/N.” I heard Grayson say and I shake my head and look to him.
“Huh?” I asked and the boys laughed.
“Y/N you can’t keep daydreaming about us like that. We need help.” Ethan says chuckling. My heart melts as I feel my face begin to heat up. Was I that obvious? I didn’t mean to stare, but I can’t help it sometimes. “We need your help.” Ethan says and I walk over to the boys. Ethan had the belt on completely backwards. I started laughing as my fingers turn the belt around and I tighten the leather against his stomach. I look up to him and he was smiling down at me. I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Thanks.” He says and I smile back nodding.
“No problem.” I walked back to my seat as the boys did their video. I just scrolled on twitter while I heard the boys bicker back and forth over the questions.
“Y/N get over here we need help to end this argument.” Ethan hollers at me. I look up at the boys from my phone when they call me over. I walk over to them confused. “Who do you think is more attractive? Gray or me?” Ethan asks as I feel my stomach twist in knots again. I didn’t want to play this game.
“I mean you’re both attractive.” I said as I could feel my cheeks turning red again. Hopefully the boys don’t notice my cheeks changing colors.
“Well yeah we know that but who is more attractive? Ethan or me?” Grayson asks and Ethan turns his body around to face me. Both their dark eyes on me send chills throughout my body.
“Yeah Y/N who is more attractive? Me, a sexy stud muffin or Gray, an awkward golden potato?” He asks which sent me into a fit of laughter.
“I’m not an awkward potato. Remember when you peed your pants at our meet and greet?” Gray retorts sending me laughing harder. “Okay enough bickering. Y/N you’re the tie breaker! Who is it?” Grayson asks and I shrugged. I liked them both they were both fantastic. However, Ethan was the one I was more drawn to. He was always making me laugh and we just clicked. I couldn’t explain it. That skunk stripe in his fluffy hair, his black Ramones shirt, his thick pink lips with that gorgeous white smile, and his arms. The way they would wrap around me whenever he would be leaving for a trip or whenever he just missed me. He was always so warm and he always smelled of Giorgio Armani cologne.
“Wait I have an idea!” Ethan shouts as he attempts to rip the belt off of him. “Let’s ask Y/N who is more attractive with this on!” Ethan then pushes me down in his seat while he sits on my lap straddling me.
“Ethan!” I shrieked as he pulled my shirt up and wrapped the belt around my waist. I blushed but I tried to act like I hated him. I knew how this test worked. The test checks for changes from normal body functions so I just had to distract myself by chewing on my cheek or digging my nails into my skin.
“Okay let’s have some fun with this. Let’s ask some good questions now. Y/N am I more attractive than Ethan?” Grayson asks and I blushed hard.
“You’re both attractive. Please–”
“Grayson asked a question Y/N. Do you think he’s more attractive than me?” Ethan asked me looking me dead in the eyes.
“Yeah I think you’re more attractive than Ethan.” I said and Grayson’s grin grows while Ethan has a smirk spreading across his face.
“Yes okay! Did you ever have a crush on one of us?” Grayson asks biting his knuckle while watching me. Ethan decides to sit in the seat next to him.
“No I already answered my question.” I said as I tried to take the belt off but Ethan stopped me.
“Answer this one.” He says so calmly. For some reason it’s as if I was under his spell.
“Yes.” I said and they both smile at each other.
“Was it me?” Ethan asks as he pulls out a stick of gum and chews on it.
“No.” I said smirking and he stops chewing and his mouth hangs open.
“Was it me?” Grayson asks smiling.
“Nope.” I said leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. The boys both looked at me and smirked.
“Well if you won’t tell us then your results will.” Grayson says and he scooched over to the computer and my eyes widen. Ethan notices and he smiles a cheeky grin across his face. “Okay for the first result on if I was more attractive than Ethan you said yes and that was…” Grayson stops and looks between Ethan and I. “A lie.” He says and Ethan’s grin grows and so do his eyes. “Okay I’ll pretend that didn’t sting. Next one, Ethan asked if you ever had a crush on him and you said no and your results show…” I looked down to my feet while Grayson scrolled for the results in complete and utter shyness. I was too embarrassed for Grayson to say anything but I could feel Ethan’s eyes on me.
“A lie.” Ethan says and looks at me again. “Do you still like me?” He asks and I looked up at him.
“Grayson go outside.” Ethan says not breaking eye contact with me.
“Fine. We’ll do the outro later I guess.” He says as he pushes out his chair and walks up the stairs leaving Ethan and I alone.
“Do you still like me Y/N?” He asks again. I felt my heart racing like it was going to jump out of my chest.
“Yeah.” I said not looking up at him. He looks at the screen and smiles.
“The results show you are telling the truth.” He says and I smile still looking down at my feet. I hear Ethan scoot his chair out from the table which causes me to look up. He’s now standing in front of me leaning against the table. “This is the last question then we can take the detector off.” I nod as I look back down to my feet. He lifts my chin up to look in his dark eyes which glow to me for some reason. “Do you want to kiss me?” I look up at him confused.
“What?” I asked again even though I know exactly what he said. He started to chuckle again.
“You heard me.” He says taking my hand in his. My stomach was doing somersaults now. “Do you want to kiss me? Because I kinda wanna really kiss you.” I swallowed hard at Ethan’s comment. I looked up at him and muttered the only word I knew at that moment.
“Yes.” And with that Ethan grabbed my hands and pulled me up to meet him. We looked each other in the eyes as his hands rest on my hips and my arms lock around his neck. He leans back and looks at the screen then to me. He smiles and then presses his lips gently to mine. His kiss had a faint taste of mint to them. They were soft and cool as I pulled him closer to me. Our heads moved in sync and so did our bodies. He lightly gripped my hips and pushed me closer into him. I could feel him smiling into the kiss. We then pulled apart and panted lightly.
“That was better than I’ve ever thought.” He says which causes us both to laugh.
“Agreed.” We then heard Grayson walking down the stairs as he saw us all tangled together.
“Woah did not expect to see this.” He says laughing. “Come on E we gotta finish off the video.” He says and Ethan kisses my nose.
“Wait for me?” He asks and I nodded.
“Of course. I’ll be over there.” I said pointing to my seat. I unravel myself from his arms and I go to my seat as I wait for the boys to wrap up their video so Grayson could tease Ethan and I and ask us 20 questions.
warnings: major angst, swearing, punching stuff, mention of blood
a/n: this feels so good to branch out and incorporate other mcu characters into my stuff omfg. it also felt really good to write this part because it got a little personal?? and so most of the angst in here are real emotions that i’m feeling. anyways–the much anticipated part 3!!
“Kid, you gotta tell her at some point,” Tony spoke absentmindedly as he tinkered with some rusted tech in his lab. The com in his ear he was speaking into let out an audible sigh, followed by:
“If I tell her, that puts her at risk,” Peter mumbled, talking on his phone to Tony in his own apartment–the door shut in case May was listening. He paced his room, folding and unfolding his arms. “Not to mention she’d never trust me again.”
Reader is devastatingly ticklish & Bucky abuses this (super cute & fluffy)” AND “
Hi!!! So I had this cute idea and it was like what if bucky was working out and the readers like sitting on his back reading while he does push-ups or something? Does that make any sense?? You can change it if you want!! I just thought it was cute :D” (requested by
bisexual-watermelons and anon)
Word Count: 734 (not my longest, but I hope it’s still okay!)
Warnings: Sexual comments, but nothing explicit
A/N: I hope you guys don’t mind that I’m combining these requests, I just thought they would work well together :) Also, I changed it a bit so that instead of the reader reading on his back, she’s motivating him.
It was a Saturday, and neither you nor Bucky had many plans for the day. The two of you had training in the morning, but after that, your schedule was clear.
At 10:30 you were finished with your training, so you went back to you and Bucky’s shared room to change out of your sweaty clothes.
You decided to put on a pair of black leggings and a red sweatshirt, wanting to be comfy for the rest of the day. After throwing on a pair of fuzzy socks, you left your room without bothering to put shoes on to look for Bucky. Assuming that he was still in training, you made your way to his usual training room.
He was in there, confirming your suspicions, hitting a punching bag with his left arm. He had recently been told that he was relying too much on his robotic arm, so he was working on strengthening his other arm.
“Looking good,” you commented, leaning against the door and smiling.
Bucky looked up and saw you, and grin finding its way onto his face. “Are you done with your training?”
“Yeah, I finished like 10 minutes ago. When are you done?”
“I have to do push ups and then I’ll be finished,” he answered, walking over to you and leaning in for a kiss.
“Noo, you’re all sweaty,” you complained, giggling and moving away from him.
Bucky rolled his eyes and turned back around before dropping to the ground. “Well then I’d better finish soon, then,” he winked as he started his push ups.
You weren’t sure how long you were expecting him to go, but you definitely didn’t think he’d still be going after 3 minutes. “Buckyyy,” you whined, crossing your arms. “How much longer?”
“Just a sec, doll,” he grunted, more focused on his form than you. Sweat was glistening off his whole body, and the fact that he was shirtless was making him look like a Greek God or something. You hated to admit it, but he looked hot.
Bucky’s version of a second turned out to be different than yours, because a minute later and he was still going.
“Alright, you’re askin’ for this,” you mumbled, going to the side of Bucky and then sitting on his back.
“What’re you doing?” he wondered, breathing heavily, but you could sense the amusement in his voice.
“Maybe you’ll get done faster with me sitting here. Maybe my added weight will make it harder and you’ll give up earlier,” you stated, smiling.
“Oh, doll, I was just about done before you sat down, but now I’m gonna go even longer. Just for you,” he said, lowering himself to the ground once more. He must have heard your groan, because he laughed and continued, “You can be my motivation, though.”
You nodded, determined to get him to finish while also “motivating” him. “Alright, Buck, let’s go! You’ve got this!” you cheered, relishing in his giggle from under you. His giggle. God, he was adorable. It wasn’t much longer before you noticed he was slowing down, so you decided to give him one last bit of motivation. “When you get finished, we can go back to our room and I promise you’ll be breathing hard for a different reason.”
With that, Bucky flipped over and you dropped to the floor, laughing at his red face and determined expression. “You done now?” you teased, going to stand up.
“You’re not going anywhere just yet,” he growled, grabbing your hips and pulling you back down. His grip tickled you, and you squealed in shock. Bucky’s eyebrows rose, and he looked entertained by the situation. “I almost forgot that you’re ticklish,” he murmured, squeezing your sides once more and laughing at the noises that came from your mouth.
“B-Bucky! Stop it!” you gasped out between cackles. He remained relentless, and you decided it was time to take drastic measures. “If you don’t stop, w-we won’t be having sex for a whole m-month!”
That got his attention. He quickly let go of you, horror filling his eyes. “You wouldn’t actually do that…right?”
“Oh, I definitely would,” you stated, standing up again and praying he wouldn’t bring you back down to the floor. “Now are you coming or what? I have a promise to fulfill,” you winked.
Bucky scrambled to his feet, grabbing your hand and rushing down the hall.
Summary: Y/N and Peter run into each other late one night. After, she is beyond confused about how she sees Peter. And Peter? Well he was already in love with her, but it takes advice, teasing, and another surprise encounter for them to face their feelings.
Pairing/Characters: PeterParkerxStark!Reader, (Everybodyyyy is at least mentioned), Tony, Steve, Sam, Clint, Nat, Wanda, Bucky…
Warning: More awkwardness?
Author’s Note: So, I don’t really know how to describe this part, it’s more Avengers family cuteness and awkward Y/N before the big stuff. I just love writing awkward reader, because it’s like me lol (I’ve been away because I’ve been on vacation! Rewatching Star Trek Beyond for that request tonight!)
Peter practically stumbled out of his room and toward the elevator. It had taken him forever to fall asleep after getting back to his room and getting up was no easy task either. He slung his duffel over his shoulder as he pushed the button for the elevator. He’d shoved your sweatshirt into the top of his bag so he wouldn’t forget to give it back to you. The thought of you falling asleep on his shoulder last night woke him up a little.
Plot: The best part about being an assistant in a lab was watching all new inventions come to life, although sometimes some of them fail, leaving them away in a storage room, never to be bothered with; free for the taking.
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader | Jeon Jungkook x Reader
The three of you had headed to the park, Tae taking the lead whilst you and Jungkook stayed behind. All you needed to do was observe, but your best friend was having none of it. He occasionally poked your side and blew in your ear out of boredom. At first, you were too concentrated on the cyborg to react to any of it, but after sometime, it got too annoying to withstand.
“Jungkook, stop!” You slapped away his hand when he had poked your cheek. “What do you want?!”
“Nothing now,” He smirked under his mask at your annoyed expression, which died down into a defeated one when he walked away.
Or when neither of you can remember why you broke up anyway, and it’s just dinner right?
Sundays are your favorite day. Sundays are meant for cozy snuggles, farmers markets, coffee shops and used bookstores. This particular Sunday you woke with a smile, already looking forward to the soothing sips of a hot coffee and smells of the old worn pages of books.
Today is one of the first days in months you feel a lasting feeling of happiness. Pushing up and towards the bathroom, you can’t help the little pep in your step.
Groaning as you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror, you shimmy your baggy pajamas off your legs and head towards the shower. As the water flows over your skin, your brain begins to wake up and plan the morning to come.
PRETTYMUCH // BRANDON ARREAGA X READER // OK HE IS WORKING LATE N U JUST KINDA MISSED HIM AND U GO SEE WHAT HES DOING OK THATS ALL !! VERY FLUFF
The night was silent, the feeling of warm comforters wrapped around you being your only companion. Brandon was in the studio, working on their next track. You knew he didn’t like being interrupted (let alone distracted by your presence) but the need of wanting to see the passion in his eyes as he mixed each track beat by beat was overwhelming. Slowly, you peeled the warm hug of a quilt cover and slid out of bed and walked towards his studio.
The apartment was completely quiet as Jess stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, taking in her tired eyes and her ruffled blonde locks. Why couldn’t she sleep? All she had done so far was listening to the howling wind outside the bedroom window.
She sighed, and continued washing her hands under the water tap.
A few minutes later, the tall woman walked across the hall towards the bedroom, where her boyfriend was asleep. But then, she heard a soft sound from the direction of the front door. Jess froze in her step, even holding her breath as she intently listened, debating if she should just ignore it or not. After a moment of silence, she continued making her way over the room, when the sound was heard again, this time more evident.