PIC IS SO REAL
i'm listening to: m.A.A.d city by kendrick lamar
"(Y/N), what are you doing?" Sheldon walked into his room, eyeing (Y/N) as their arms were buried deep inside the midst of his closet, searching for something. "I wanna wear one of your shirts," they said, before pulling out a bright blue NASA shirt, some different colours giving it even more 'pop'. They showed it to Sheldon, as if he'd never seen it before. It was perfectly hung up, the shoulder fittings laying gently against the plastic. It had no signs of wrinkles, and it was just recently washed. (Y/N) brushed their fingers against the soft fabric, and Sheldon blushed watching them do so. "Hmm, perhaps it would fit you," he said, his blush tickling the tip of his nose as (Y/N) grinned wickedly. "Thank you! Now scoot," they demanded, pointing to the door. Sheldon blushed at the thought, before quickly nodding and leaving.
(Y/N) shut the closet door, turning off the light beforehand. They slowly slid their shirt off, grabbing Sheldon's shirt and pulling it carefully off the hanger, afraid one wrong move would destroy it. They pulled the shirt over their head, the material rubbing against their head, causing their hair to get frizzy. After the shirt was fully on, they flattened out their hair, and neatly laid their previous shirt on top of his bed.
(Y/N) smiled gleefully, before twisting the door knob open, revealing Sheldon standing there, eager to see what they'd look like in his shirt. How sweet. His eyes widened, his blush darkening by the second as he eyed (Y/N) up and down, the way his shirt hugged their figure was perfect, some parts loose, and some nicely fitted. He walked toward them slightly, each footstep making them blush. "Do I look better in it than you?" they chuckled, spreading their arms out for him to get a better look. Sheldon eyed them once more, before responding with pride, "No."
(Y/N) laughed, before wrapping their arms around his neck, leaning their face closer to his with strong intent. As they were about to connect lips, a voice interrupted them.
"Woah," Missy's voice said. (Y/N) and Sheldon whipped their heads towards her voice, and (Y/N) couldn't help but chuckle at her priceless reaction. "Missy!" Sheldon shouted, scrunching his brows at her. (Y/N) glanced between the bickering twins, a smile across their face.
"Alright, alright. I'm leaving." Missy stated, holding up her hands in surrender before winking at (Y/N) and turning around and walking away, her snickers following. Sheldon muttered something under his breath, before turning his attention back to (Y/N).
The two leaned back in, Sheldon's hands gripping onto (Y/N)'s waist, his shirt folding into the dips of his fingers as he did so, his nails digging into the fabric. Without hesitation, Sheldon gently pressed his lips against theirs, his hand leaving their waist and moving it up to cup their cheek. He pulled their face a bit higher, deepening the kiss.
In desperate need of air, (Y/N) slowly pulled away, as if they didn't want to.
"You look excellent." Sheldon said, a small smile tugging on his lips. (Y/N) chuckled, before proudly responding. "Yeahhh, I know."
