pan hit

went to a househunters-watching party over the weekend; here’s my impression of the show

VOICEOVER: She wants a historically accurate thirteenth century castle in the heart of bustling downtown L.A. He has his heart set on living in a small metallic orb that would float over a bottomless gorge, beyond space and time. Can this pair of newlyweds see eye to eye???

WIFE: The location is nice but I don’t know about these staircases…I just had my heart set on an escalator made of sand and artisan brie.

HUSBAND: Well it’s definitely not a small floating metallic orb.

REALTOR: That…would defy several laws of physics.

WIFE (squinting): Do you have anything that is simultaneously larger, cheaper, newer, and more historic?

REALTOR: Um.

WIFE: And I need a big kitchen. I love to cook!

(Cut to footage of the wife in her current kitchen, wearing an apron and surrounded by pots and pans. She is hitting a banana with a hammer. On the counter next to her is a pile of doll hair.)

HUSBAND: Yeah, get her a nice kitchen. Of course, I won’t be spending any time in there, ha ha! (His laugh is loud but his eyes are so empty. They are empty all the way back.)

WIFE: And I need a room for my shoes. That is simply non-negotiable.

HUSBAND: Also, if we can swing it with our budget, I’d love a finished basement where I can really unwind and stew in my toxic masculinity and repressed emotion. And hardwood floors.

WIFE: And hardwood floors.

HUSBAND AND WIFE IN EERIE UNISON: Hardwood. Floors. (somehow it sounds like way more than two voices, more like the collective whisper of an army)

REALTOR: Okay, I will certainly, um. See what I can do? Anyway, this next house, it’s a metallic orb hanging on a sturdy cord near a ravine—

WIFE: Well it’s definitely not a genuine thirteenth century castle—

HUSBAND AND WIFE: (stare at each other in open contempt)

REALTOR: Heyyy so why don’t we take a look inside?

viktor suddenly waking at 2am the night of the engagement and looking at his ring and thinking holy shit holy shit we’re actually engaged, not realising that he’s said it aloud until yuuri groans and frowns at him. he repeats we’re engaged, yuuri and yuuri gives him this little smile because the same thing has been running through his own head for the past few hours and he’s been having dreams of viktor in a white wedding suit and walking down the aisle together and promising their lives to each other.

all he says is yes, we are and suddenly viktor has launched himself into yuuri’s arms and is lying on top of him but still staring at the ring.

he repeats we’re engaged in russian, and yuuri replies we’re engaged in japanese and viktor decides that he’ll forever introduce himself as husband of yuuri katsuki, viktor katsuki. 

Guide to Bpd: #4

SHOPPING LIST : DREAM EDITION

  • A friend that I can go out with.
  • A lover who actually gives a fuck about what I am going through.
  • A will to live.
  • Stable mood.
  • Chill pill for my anxiety.
  • Hopes and dreams.
  • A point to all this mess.
  • Belief.
  • Self esteem
  • Self care
  • Self control (at the aisle next to the lamps)
  • Around 1 kg peace (for my life)
  • A will to live
  • Anti-paranoia cream.
  • Clean-Your-Room™ energy drink.
  • GO-Out 2: Coffee Shop™
  • Ask if they have a refill for “Ability To Read Books™”
  • A pen and notebook to actually write down those billion ideas on your head.
  • Healthy Food™
  • A will to live
  • A very very large trash can for the Toxic:People, Ideas, and All the Jazz™
  • People that does not require you to “change”
  • An actual helpful therapist
  • MONEY
  • MONEY
  • MONEY
  • A will to live
  • Optional: If it is cheap enough, get a auto-pan that hits you everytime you try to say something dumb. Or just speak. (If not, remember to look out for discounts)
✨Dangerous Woman✨

| Masterlist |

Song Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes,  (Maybe a combo of both??) Based off of Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande, the reader is tired of Pan always being on top. She wants to test her limits, she doesn’t want permission. (..So basically she is top and Pan bottoms..) She is in charge of her sexual desires, not just there to fulfill Pan’s. The reader is a witch that pan is in constant competition with. She and Oan are always at ends with desire and anger ensuring,,,forced to work together and feelings ensure but neither will accept it

Warnings: Swearing | 18+ content | Long | smut 

Note: Gifs made by me. 


Don’t need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
‘Cause it’s my business, God as my witness
Start what I finished

“What am I going to do with you, love? You injured six to ten of my lost boys, stole from us, set fire to the camp…” He paced around the cage, arms behind his back as the she watched his every move with a smirk. “I just might have to kill you, darling.”

“You won’t kill me, Pan.”

“Oh? And what makes you say that?”

“You would have done it by now, instead of interrogating me. Am I correct?” She raised her eyebrow in a smug way, seeing his frustration starting to build up in his face. With a quick lick to his lips, he made his way closer to the cage, no expression on his face whatsoever. 

“You do realize where you are and who I am?”

“I’m very aware. I just don’t care.”

“Why are you so goddamn irritating?” He growled, his hands gripping the bars so tight she could see the whites of his knuckles. Y/n only smirked deeper, getting as close to him as she possibly could. 

“Because. It’s adorable when you’re angry. How you act so strong and intimidating, and shit. Like, you really expect me to be scared of you.”

"Hm. Expect? No. You should be. And if you need reminding of that, sweetheart…then so be it.” 

Don’t need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I’m locked and loaded
Completely focused, my mind is open

Y/n scoffs in his face, turning the other cheek as she pretended she didn’t know where he was going with this. Sighing deeply, she returns her gaze back to his now deep green eyes, sneering his own words right back at him.

“Let’s play.” 

All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy

Pinned to the wall of his tent, rough and passionate kisses were exchanged between then two. Clothes were scattered all over the room, soft breaths and low growls the only sounds being heard. This was how every argument ended, how every teasing moment would come to; neither one would complain, or admit that this is what both of them lived for everyday. No, not just the sex (even though it’s a bonus) but it was the intense atmosphere the both of them fed off of, the little games they played with each other. 

Pan would never admit it, but he actually had feelings for this girl. Her dominance, her arrogance, everything about her was intoxicating. The same goes for her, only deeper. She loved toying with the lost boy since day one, everything about him she wanted. She needed. But, Y/n hated being controlled, and that’s not a good thing when you live on the island of an egomaniac, sadistic bastard who loves control, fear and agony. 

“Who do you belong to, love,” He would purr in her ear, thrusting at a speed that was inhuman, his hands holding onto her thighs so tight that the bruising he left would be brutal in the morning. 

Y/n chuckles breathlessly, raking her fingers through his hair. “Not you.” 

This only made him angry, his eyes getting darker to where the green was barely visible. He hoisted her legs higher, spreading them wider to where he hit that one spot that made her beg for more. Slowing down and going deeper, he watched as her eyes closed tightly, mouth hanging open slightly, while her moans increased. Pan wrapped one hand around her throat, pulling her in closer to where their lips brushed against each other, and their groans mixed together. 

“I’ll ask again,” He growls, making sure to hit that very spot each time, grinning at every reaction he got from her. “Who..do you..belong to?” 

Y/n opened up her eyes, staring at him with such a stare that could paralyze him right on the spot. And that’s exactly what she did. Halting his thrusts completely, Y/n had him under her hypnotic stare that she learned over the years, dark magic being another thing that drew the two of them together. 

Next thing Pan knew, he was laying down on his bed, with Y/n straddling his waist, a look of pure seduction upon her face. He didn’t move, even though he could, he just chose not to. She’s done this trick before, it’s one of his favorites; whenever he pushed her too far is when the night got even better. 

Y/n placed her hands onto his shoulders, slowly swaying her hips from side to side, grinding herself onto him. Pan bit his lip hard, holding onto her hips, trying to guide her movements, only for them to be smacked away. 

“Don’t touch me. Don’t move. Don’t do shit. Just lay there, like a good boy. You come before me, injured lost boys and setting your camp on fire will be the least of your problems.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way-fuck!” He exclaims, as they finally connected once again, riding him at a steady pace. Cursing under his breath, and clawing at the bed, Pan’s eyes were shut tight at the intense pleasure he was receiving. Y/n’s moans were groaning higher and faster, as the new angle they were in was hitting every spot and nerve deliciously; leaving long scratches down his chest only increased the burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, his member throbbing like crazy, begging for release. And if not being able to let go wasn’t frustrating enough, Y/n slowing down the pace definitely was. 

“No, love, please…” He begged, never in his life believing that it would to come to that. Y/n only smirked down at the boy, watching as his hips bucked upward, hitting her in the right way every time. Y/n leans downward to moan in his ear softly after every hip thrust he gave, practically making his head spin. 

Nothing to prove and
I’m bulletproof and
Know what I’m doing
The way we’re movin’ like introducing
Us to a new thing

“Shit, Peter, I’m close…” She whimpered, enough to push him to the brink of no control. This was the first time, in all the times they’ve messes around, that she called him by his first name. 

Unable to hold back any longer, he grabs her hips roughly before she could protest, and flips the positions. Pinning her down to the bed, his animalistic thrusts returned with Y/n wrapping her arms around him for dear life; moans and squeals spilled from her mouth like a waterfall while he chants her name like a prayer. 

He whispers unholy things into her ear, biting the said area roughly while keeping his pace fast and deep. Now with her scratching down his back, he had to fight to keep his release at bay, while trying to chase hers. It was as if they were both holding on, neither of them wanting to give up so easily. Putting up a fight, Y/n flips the positions back to what they were before, riding him as fast as she can with her head tilted back in pure bliss. Pan watches her in awe at how hard she’s trying to make him release first, not wanting to be the weak one in this situation. But, he could also see how badly she wanted release, tears starting to stream down her face in desperation. 

Gripping onto her hips one last time, Pan thrusts himself into her sharply, pivoting his hips in an angle that sent Y/n’s eyes to the back of her head and her toes to curl. Repeatedly doing that motion, while whispering encouragements to her breathlessly was more than enough to send Y/n beyond the edge. Arching her back and letting out a large and long scream of pleasure, Y/n finally was able to let go. Her pulsating walls had the same effect on him, as she kept thrusting to ride out her orgasm, his hips stuttered with his release coming fast and abrupt. 

“Oh, my fucking-!” He chokes on his words, his back arching off the bed as his euphoria finally hit. Pan came in long, hot spurts that painted Y/n from the inside, leaving a warm feeling deep inside her. Catching their breaths, glistening with sweat, and the smell of sex surrounding them…it was as if they were in their own little sick heaven. 

I wanna savor, save it for later
The taste of flavor, 'cause I’m a taker
'Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature
I live for danger

As they were finally calming down, sitting in silence and still connected as one, this was the time where they would just sit and…stare. Watch each other, and just memorize one another’s features. This was a time where they weren’t at each other’s throats, where everything is calm and quite…

Y/n leaned downward to the boy, an exhausted look upon her face, while his wore nothing but a content smile. Keeping the intense eye contact for a little longer, Y/n pulled off him swiftly, wincing slightly at the emptiness she felt afterwards. Sitting up on the bed, she ran a hand through her hair, calming down from earlier activities. 

“Why do we keep doing this, Pan?” She rasped, sighing heavily as he sat up as well. Looking at the back of her head in confusion, he shrugged. 

“Because it’s fun. Satisfying.”

“But, we do this all the time, and go right back to hating each other. I’m starting to grow bored…” 

“I don’t think I ever asked for your opinion, I don’t care if you’re bored.” That was a lie. Inside, he was terrified of her being ‘bored’. What did that mean? Did it mean she was bored with him? Would she move on to someone else? He wouldn’t let that happen, not if he had any say in it. Turning her head toward him, the anger was evident on her face after he said what he said. Quickly, but carefully standing from the bed, she starts to collect her things, ready to leave. 

Like always. 

“Where are you going?” He asked, slowly starting to panic at how fast she’s trying to leave. Usually she would stay a little longer…what’s different now?

“I’m a fool to think that for once you would think of me. To think that maybe instead of these childish games, you would be a man and actually move past this useless bickering and bullshit. But, who am I kidding? We can never be anything but enemies, who fuck each other after every fight.” She snapped while getting dressed, not daring to make eye contact with him. Standing as well, Pan watched her with wide eyes, and mouth hanging open for a moment. He didn’t really know how to respond.

Finally finding the words, he spoke. “Wait, love. Don’t go. I…I do think of us as more…many, many times. I hate having the only way to talk you is by yelling, screaming, and constant headaches. You’re a bitch, of course, but…you’re a bad bitch. You’re a dangerous woman. And I love that about you, so much, darling. I wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world. I love you.” 

Y/n continued to get dressed, before turning to look at the boy one last time. That angry scowl still colored her face as she glared darkly at his naked form, suddenly disgusted. “You can’t even respond to me. Pathetic.” 

His eyes widened as he realized he didn’t actually speak those words out loud. Pan only imagined himself speaking such words to her, but didn’t dare to utter any of it. He was too cold, too proud of his dark ways, such as an emotion as ‘love’ had no room in his brain, nor his heart. He’s been hating for far too long, cursed to possibly never be loved. 

All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout

Shaking her head, Y/n looks at the ground, shame starting to fill her from the inside. “These late nights that we’ve been sharing are over. From now on, I refuse to be played with, like some cheap sex toy, Pan.”

“Love-”

“I’m done wasting time playing these games with you. To think you were ever a challenge is what really baffles me.” He bites his tongue, while staring back at her in shock. Hurt and offended, he verbally growls at her, that anger starting to boil up from inside him again. On the inside, Y/n was beating herself up. She couldn’t stand making him angrier with her than he already was. The only way she knows how to talk to him would to just provoke him. It’s not her fault, it’s just how she was. Maybe it was for the best…

“Fine. If that’s what you want…prepare to be hunted down by my lost boys, like the filthy animal you are.” He spoke with bared teeth, fist clenched, as his soft green eyes returned to their piercing color from before. Rolling her eyes, Y/n only scoffs at his words, taking out one of the knives from her holster and pointing it in his direction. 

“Prepare to lose more of your lost boys.”

Pan started to stride closer to her, nostrils flared as he threatened. “I will make sure that they show no mercy to you when they catch you. That pretty face of yours won’t be pretty no longer.”

“Aw, then what will you masturbate to at night?” Y/n spat right back, also getting closer and closer to the boy. The last comment left Pan speechless, but it didn’t stop him from throwing another comeback. 

“There are other girls in the world, love. You can be replaced.”

“Can I?” Her eyes flickered downward for a split second, the sight she saw bringing a delightful glint into her eyes, as her smirk grew deeper. “Good luck finding one that can excite you as much as I can, just by using sarcasm.” 

Pan blushed slightly, looking anywhere but at her. Waving his hand, his lower half was covered again by his trousers, but the tent in them was still noticeable. Chuckling slightly, Y/n took a few more steps closer to the boy, to where she close enough to wrap her arms around his neck lazily. He wanted to push her away, but they both knew he couldn’t. 

“Face it, Pan. I weaken you. And you love it.” 

“I thought you were leaving. I recall you being done with my games. So go on, then. I’m not stopping you.” This only made Y/n chuckle more, as she grabbed his jaw to turn his attention right back to her. 

“I’m not hearing you deny it.” Leaning in slightly, she brushed her lips onto his for only a moment, sighing heavily in the process. “I hate that you can make me feel conflicted, Peter Pan. I want to leave, and just throw you out of my mind…but we both know that’s far from possible now. We’re in too deep.” 

Without realizing what he was doing, he had pulled her in closely, kissing her deeply but as softly as he could. Afraid that he might not get the chance, he was going to make sure that this kiss was memorable. Pulling away slowly, Y/n couldn’t hold back the little whine that escaped passed her lips one his were no longer there. Coming back to earth, she pulls away from him fully, seeing the mischief in his eyes, but the evident scowl on his face. 

“Get out. I suggest you start running. The hunt starts at dawn, which mean you have less than an hour to hide.” He crosses his arms, watching as she cracks her neck, grinning at the boy, while he fought not to grin right back. Already knowing where this was going and how it would end up, the both of them ended on the same page. 

“Let’s play.” 

somethin’ 'bout you.

The Mysterious Case of Missing Moose Items

Warnings: None. Just fluffiness
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader
Summary: You keep taking Sam’s stuff
Reader’s Age: Any
Word Count: 588(like I said it’s a drabble)

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: Wrote half of this awhile ago when I still had my laptop and I finished it a few days ago and boom here it is! Also figured y'all needed something nice and fluffy after the last imagine… Heh… Enjoy!


“Dean, have you seen my laptop?” Sam asked his brother, looking frantically around the library.

“No. Did you lose it?”

Sam gave Dean the classic Winchester bitch-face. “If I hadn’t lost it, I wouldn’t be asking you,” Sam snarked.

“Well looks like you also just lost my help,” Dean picked up his book and walked off.


Sam’s alarm clock blared in his room and startled him awake. He rolled over with a groan and shut it off. Sighing, he got up and dragged his feet, heavy with sleep, over to his dresser. Sam opened a drawer, realizing he only had two flannels left. With a confused look, Sam took one of the two flannels left and came to the conclusion that simply no one’s done the laundry in awhile.

Sam had a shower, got dressed and made his way to the library.

“Is Y/N up yet?” Sam asked once he saw Dean scrolling on his laptop, feet up on the table and leaning back in a chair.

“Not that I know of,” Dean answered, noticing Sam’s flannel. “Didn’t you wear that a few days ago?”

“I thought so too…” Sam looked down at his clothes, “All my shirts and flannels are disappearing. Has anyone done the laundry?”

“Yeah. Y/N did it yesterday,” Dean told Sam, fianlly getting into this odd mystery.

“Maybe she hasn’t brought my clothes to my room yet.” Sam said just above a whisper, but with the quiet that the Bunker always had, Dean heard.


“Dean!” Sam yelled from down the hall, peeking his head out of his bedroom door.

“What?!” Dean yelled back, not bothering to get up from his comfy spot in a chair.

“Did you take one of my books?” Sam yelled back, walking around the corner into the kitchen.

Dean called back, “Dude, I haven’t taken any of your stuff.”

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed together, wondering why his stuff keeps magically disappearing.

Sam’s thoughts were interrupted as he saw you waltz into the kitchen. His eyes instantly went to the flannel you were wearing, not just any flannel, his flannel.

Sam cleared his throat. “Y/N?” You turned around, giving him a silent cue to continue. “Is that my flannel?” He pointed to the giant red plaid flannel you were wearing. You looked down at it and fiddled with the soft, long sleeves.

“Uhmmm… no?” you answered, avoiding Sam’s eyes in hopes he won’t make you give them back.

“Are you the one stealing my stuff?” Sam couldn’t help the grin that wormed it’s way in.

“Okay,” you huffed in defeat. “I usually just take like one or two of your flannels, but then I kept losing them so I kept taking more…”

Sam gave you a straight and unreadable face, making you crack like an egg. “They’re comfy!” you defended, waving your hands around and the long sleeves flew around, nearly hitting a pan.

“I want my flannels back, and all the other stuff you took from me,” Sam chuckled, “but… you can keep one.

“Fine…” You pouted, shuffling back to your room to find all the hidden flannels you stole. Dean started laughing as he watched the mystery unfold.

“I don’t get why she goes after my things,” Sam chuckled.

“As long as she doesn’t take my stuff…” Dean snarked, earning an eye roll from Sam. “Y'know… Some of my blankets have been going missing- Y/N!!” Dean yelled, racing out of the kitchen after you as he heard Sam burst out laughing.

I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

Tagging: @magicalsis11, @joanne-egberp, @16wiishes, @ledledledledled, @fanboyswhereare-you, @athenepallas, @sammyfrigginwinchester, @spnkisum, @xsecretrejectx, @pretty-odd-jenn, @jamies-supernatural-world, @oneshotsdeanshort, @jiggysupernatural, @jensen-jarpad, @capruinedmylife, @bea789, @beholders-chroniclers, @starswirlblitz, @of-virtuoso

(Just cause I love the title so much I gotta give cred to @20secspnfam4 who came up with it XD)
SCHOOL MUSICALS AT HOGWARTS

But can you imagine planning and putting on musicals at hogwarts??

•into the woods with an actual witch magic and a growing bean stock

•sweeney todd with great blood effects

•les mis with a self building barricade and aging make up

•phantom with a shattering but harmless chandelier

•n2n with a ghost as Gabe

•chicago with a real disappearing swan dive

•singing in the rain with real rain on the stage but actors could be dry for the next scene

•mary poppins would just be a hit in general

•little shop of horrors with a real plant and disappearing acts

•the sets could be self changing and the lighting crew could use their wands as spot lights and just

HOGWARTS MUSICALS

If I had a dollar for every time somebody asked me, a pansexual, if I’m attracted to frying pans, I could use the money to buy a pan and hit them in the face with it.

doctorshufflepuff  asked:

okay i am All About the fluff, can I has father/son Moxiety cuddles? baking? painting each others' nails? just little drabbles of happy times

Imma go with baking :)

also this got crazy stupid long because i have no self control but enjoy!

Warnings: none i know of, but let me know!

Basically: Patton and Virgil, against the odds, manage to make a decent batch of brownies

It was late one rainy Tuesday afternoon that found Virgil casually sitting in the kitchen of the common mindscape. Or, more accurately, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter by the open window, sipping a glass of milk as he listened to the rain. He found it relaxing, the light pattering, and allowed his head to tip back against the cabinets.

He hadn’t noticed he had started to doze off until he heard the gentle thudding of cabinets, accompanied by bowls and utensils clattering. When he opened his eyes, Virgil wasn’t surprised to see Patton prepping the kitchen for…?

“What are you making, Patton?” Virgil licked his lips, feeling how dry his mouth had gotten during his “nap”. He took a sip of his milk, room temperature.

“Oh! Hey there Virgil! Did I bother you there, son?” Patton’s cheerful face popped up from under the counter where he had been digging.

“Nah, you’re good. What are you making?” Virgil repeated, sitting forward now.

Patton bounced to his feet, grinning widely. “I’m gonna make chocolate chip brownies!”

Virgil smiled. He liked brownies, when they were fresh, at least. But baking was tedious, so it rarely ever happened if Patton was in charge; the sunny trait would get sidetracked and things would get disorganized or forgotten. “Nothing better to do?”

Patton shrugged. “It’s rainy out, which is perfect weather for indoor activities! And no one has made anything in a while so I figured, why not?” Patton continued buzzing around the kitchen as he spoke, pulling out flour and cocoa and other ingredients.

“I can’t deny that. And brownies are good.” Virgil conceded.

He leaned back against the cabinets once more to watch Patton flit around the kitchen, content for the moment, before he had to jump to his feet a moment later.

Patton had stretched up on tip-toes, reaching for a baking pan someone (probably Roman) had tossed up on top of the cabinets carelessly. He had just managed to get his fingers on it when it wobbled and decided to fall. He jerked his arms back to shield his face, but the pan never hit. Instead, it hovered a foot from his head, caught by Virgil who was now standing on the counter.

“You good, Pat?” Anxiety asked, lowering himself down off the counter.

Patton nodded, lowering his arms and taking the pan from his counterpart. “Yeah, thanks, son. We were on the Verge of a real disaster there, huh sport?” He was grinning again already as he playfully elbowed Virgil, who couldn’t hold back a chuckle at the pun on his name.

Still a little shaken over the near accident and the burst of adrenaline, Anxiety busied himself with washing out his milk glass. The rain had picked up again, and he felt the tension melt off his shoulders and go down the drain with the greywater. “So, is that everything you need to get started baking?”

“Yeppers! Now we gotta just put everything together.” Patton was already wrist deep in the flour bag with the measuring cup and Virgil couldn’t keep his eyebrows from shooting up to his hairline at the mess Patton had already managed to make. He also hadn’t missed that Patton had said “we”, obviously meaning Virgil was now part of this.

And so, Virgil pushed up his sleeves and joined the fray. Mostly he wound up passing things to Patton, who measured things out according to the recipe Virgil read off to him. As they worked Patton casually snacked on chocolate chips and Virgil tidied up as they went – to clear counter space and because spills are gross. They made a surprisingly good team as they crossed items off the list; at least until they got to the sugar.

“Patton, it only says 1 ¼ cups of sugar.” Virgil held out his hand uncertainly, stopping Patton from pouring a second whole cup of sugar into the mix.

“Well, yeah sure. But that doesn’t seem like nearly enough to me! And what’s wrong with making them sweeter?” Patton tried to move around Virgil’s hand, but the nervous trait moved and grabbed him by the wrist, lightly, keeping him from adding more sugar.

Anxiety chewed his lip as Patton gave him an annoyed stare at being retrained. After a moment’s hesitation he let go, and was relieved when Patton didn’t move to pour the sugar in. “Logan always says baking is a science, and normally I don’t care about that, but we’re gonna be eating these. What if adding too much sugar makes them fall apart or burn or something? I don’t want to ruin the whole batch.”

Patton pouted for a moment before sighing. “Fine, I guess you’re right. Can we at least add extra chocolate chips then? They’re just gooey and delicious!”

Virgil smirked at him. “Yeh, I guess, if you don’t eat them all first.”

Patton ducked his head sheepishly, but still popped another chip into his mouth.

From there, things continued smoothly. They fell back into their easy rhythm. Patton was doing a good job of staying on task with Virgil’s help, and he enjoyed watching the younger Side move easily around the kitchen; the rare sight of a relaxed smile on his face as he wiped the counter for the dozenth time since they’d started warmed his heart. The small sad voice in Patton’s head wished he could see him like this more often, but he simply shook it off, asserting that Virgil didn’t represent Anxiety without reason. If he wanted Virgil to relax around him more then he would just have to make sure he didn’t need to be stressed.

Finally, the time came to put the batter in the oven, which the younger trait insisted on doing. (“The baking pan has already attacked you once, we shouldn’t give it a second chance.”)

While they waited for the brownies to bake, they elected to watch Parks and Rec, which was about the length of the bake time, in the living room. Patton wound up stretched out on the sectional, with Anxiety perched on the arm of the couch, half his attention on the kitchen, just waiting for something to catch fire or, at least, the timer to go off.

He hated waiting. As Patton laughed along to the “Treat Yo’ Self!” episode, Anxiety quietly got up, again and again, double and triple checking. Did they shut the fridge? Were there any spills he missed? Did he accidently put the oven mitt IN THE OVEN-no ok. Eventually he elected to wash the dishes and watch the TV from the kitchen where he could keep an eye on everything. He could hear the rain in the kitchen.

He was ready when the timer went off, checking the brownies were done and pulling them out. He was already cutting them by the time Patton joined him. When he looked up at his counterpart, Patton was wearing a fond smile that broke into a wide grin when he spoke. “Thanks for your help today, Verge. It was fun, wasn’t it? We should team up more! Like a father-son team!”

Virgil felt his brain stutter at the praise and he averted his gaze and cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uhm, yeah. Thank-Thanks Pat. Yeah.”

“Now how about we dig into these brownies, huh? If they taste as good as they smell they aren’t gonna last the day!”

The two wound up finishing the batch while curled up on the couch together, Virgil dozing on Morality’s shoulder as the elder carded his fingers through his hair. 

Patton still thought the brownies could’ve used more sugar.

Lion Queen

You sat on the couch, your legs dangling from the edge with Robbie inbetween your legs on the floor. You two sat in perfect silence letting Orange Is The New Black play while you absentmindedly played with Robbie’s dirty blond hair. You messed it up so it stuck up in different places, sometimes combing your fingers through or ruffling it up.

After a while, Robbie spoke up “Why are you playing with my hair?”

“It’s fun” You answered with a smile “makes you look wild

“Wild? like a lion?” He teased, climbing up on the bed slyly over you as you backed up on the couch letting him hover over you. “Let’s play then”

“Robbie, I know that look…” you backed up farther but to no avail, he trapped you between his hands.

“You dare defy the king?”

“Please, don’t-” But it was too late, the brit had started tickling your stomach, knowing your weak spot and taking advantage, showing no mercy.

You gasped for breath unable to hold back your laughs “Please!” You managed between laughing “S-stop!”

Eventually, Robbie pulled back with a smirk, he was still on top of you and you wanted to slap him. But his expression quickly changed as he glanced at your lips then back to your eyes.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” You answered

“Be my lion queen” and with that, he leaned down, connecting your lips.

Insp

Im Yours | Part 4

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff
WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

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You woke up the next morning to the sound of things moving around in your kitchen. Panic instantly began to take over your chest as you racked your brain on who it could have been. Your mind traveled to the night before. Jaebum had tried to get you to stay, both with your job and with him. It was inappropriate though and as badly as you wanted to know what it felt like to have your body pressed against his in the heat of a passionate kiss, you just couldn’t do it. You had left like you had came, alone in the black SUV after telling Jaebum you were handing in your apron.

Your turned the corner and another sound came from the kitchen so you grabbed the first thing you could find, which in this case happened to be a meat mallet you had revived as a present and never moved to the kitchen. You spun it once in your hand before rounding the corner and swinging at the first body you saw. You came in contact with a stomach, a loud growl was let out of the body as it hunched over and then you realized who you had just hit.

“Oh my god Yugyeom!” You said dropping the mallet and kneeling down next to him. You looked up to see BamBam and Jackson laughing hysterically at the youngest who was now purple in the face from being winded. You got him to stand and propped him against the counter before lifting up his shirt to expose the large red rectangle that centered his abdomen.

“Shit I’m sorry, you guys scared me.” You said running your fingers over it.

“You sure do have a swing on you.” He tried to laugh.

You just gave him a sorry smile before making your way over to the freezer to get a pack of frozen corn for him to press onto his stomach. Once you got him to hold it you turned back to the others and crossed your arms, now trying to hide the fact you were braless under the over sized shirt you slept in.

“So we were sad to see you weren’t there this morning, are you sick?” Jackson asked reaching into the box of cereal he helped himself to.

“Oh, Jaebum didn’t tell you?” You asked hugging yourself tighter, the memory of his lips against yours surfacing once again.

“No?” Bambam answered, his eyebrows pressing together.

“I uh.. I quit.” You said quietly, all eyes barring down on you now.

“Why did you quit?” Yugyeom asked.

“It just wasn’t the right job for me.” You lied.

“Not the right job for you? But we’ve all got so close? I’m pretty sure it was you who said you’d rather be working for friends than anything else?” Jackson said slamming the box of cereal on the counter, making you jump slightly.

“That’s not the reason. You’re lying.” BamBam said pointing a finger.

“No, I-”

“Bullshit, y/n!” He yelled as Jackson and Yugyeom shot him warning looks to calm down.

“I don’t know what you-”

“Tell us the truth!” He said running hand through his red hair.

“Did something happen with Jaebum?” Jackson asked.

“I’m going to kill him if he hurt you.” BamBam said earning a smack on the head from Jackson.

You couldn’t focus on that though. Hearing his name made tingles run down your spine and the thought of him made your cheeks flush. They all noticed before it was too late and all rounded on you.

“What happened with Jaebum, y/n?” Jackson said with an amused grin.

“It’s nothing.” You said trying to avoid their eye contact.

“Did you and he… do it?” BamBam said, all anger gone.

“Oh no no…” you said biting your lip. “I had a little to much wine and kissed him.”

“On the mouth?” Yugyeom asked wide eyed, they all seemed to be more shocked at the news of kissing him than the two of you sleeping together.

“How else do you kiss someone?” You asked making BamBam chuckled loudly.

“Oh my god… I don’t know wether to be happy or worried!” He said turning towards Jackson. “That’s so great oh my god. Alright, go get dressed we should get going the guys are going to be hungry.” He said still laughing.

“No, BamBam…” You said causing them all to look at you again. “Im not going back. I can’t I’m mortified.”

“Y/n, listen.” BamBam said walking over and putting hands on either side of your arms. “You owe it to us to come back, we’ve all kinds started to see you as family. Plus, we’ll starve.” He said making you smile slightly.

“Im sorry B.” You said before backing out of the kitchen and going back to your room where you shut the door.

You listened intently for the front door to close, and when it did you sighed in relief. You knew you had just disappointed all of the boys and you wish there was a way for you to apologize face to face but there was no way you were going to go back to the house and you didn’t have any of their numbers to meet up else where. You felt like a coward, you weren’t afraid to admit it. But if your father knew you kissed your boss? Thats just a conversation you did not want to have to deal with.

‘Where’s y/n?’ Mark asked walking in last to the office everyone was sat in. 'I just went to go get food and no ones there.’ He said like it was new news.

BamBam just looked at Jaebum, half expecting him to tell everyone what happened but wasn’t surprised when he didnt. It would have been less awkward if he did just tell everyone. The way he changed the topic made everyone skeptical.

After you had left the night before Jaebum sat at the table for the next four hours, just thinking about you. He didn’t actually think you weren’t going to come back the next morning so when you didn’t show up, and then didn’t show up again when BamBam had gotten back his mood spiraled down. He couldn’t concentrate on the speech he was trying to scare into the men around him. He kept forgetting what he was saying every time he thought he heard one of your pans hitting itself below him and when the other boys spoke back all he could think about was your lips against his.

He finally had enough of the stares everyone was giving him so he waved his hand indicating that they needed to leave, and they did. But not before openly talking about going to see you.

'You’re the one who needs to go see her.’ BamBam said, still sitting with his feet on the large desk.

'What are you talking about.’ Jaebum spat, his face softening slightly when BamBam rose and eyebrow at him.

'She told me that she kissed you. Kiss you- your mouth.’ He said sternly, mainly so Jaebum knew he wasn’t going to turn this into a joke.

'Whats the big deal?’ Jaebum snapped again.

'The big deal is you don’t do that. You’ve never done that for as long as I’ve known you.

'You don’t know that for a fact.’ Jaebum said with a sharp chuckle.

'Really? Jaebum, I know you. We all know you. 'never let the women know you care’ your dad basically drilled that into all of us.’

Jaebum just stood there, knowing perfectly well that BamBam was right. That he never let his lips touch another. It was a sign of power loss, a gateway into the heart and he wasn’t ever going to put his power at risk.

'You need to go to her. Like today before she really leaves us.’ BamBam added standing up. He threw Jaebum a worried smirk before starting to walk out of the room.

'Bam?’

'Yeah, boss?’

'I can’t bring her into all of this.’ Jaebum said sitting harshly in his chair before rubbing his face.

'Then don’t? We’ve kept her out of his this long. I would just be conscious that it will eventually find her. She’s a tough girl though.’ BamBam said with a soft smile now as Jaebum nodded.

'You’ve always been one of the smarter ones. Despite you being an actual psychopath.’ He said making BamBam chuckle before leaving the room

It hadn’t even been a full 24 hours since you last seen the boys and you already missed them like crazy. Especially BamBam. You found yourself laughing at things on the tv and immediately think about which boy you were going to tell that too, but only to get sad when you realized it probably wouldn’t happen.

You felt terrible by the time dinner rolled around. You hadn’t changed out of your large shirt or sleeping shorts and you were pretty sure the hair tie that held your hair in a messy bun was now apart of you hair. You decided it wasn’t worth cooking tonight, it would just make you miss the boys even more. You groaned loudly, it was stupid that you felt that way. You barley knew them there was no reason for you to pout. Still, takeout sounded a lot better than your own food.

You were just about to press call on the number you saved for lazy evenings and drunk nights when there was a quick two knocks on your front door. You looked at the phone before tossing it to the couch and stumbling sleepily over to the front door. You swung the door open almost a little to hard and froze. In all his glory was the one person you had been actively trying not to think about. Your heart fluttered as a light laugh followed by a blush touched his face as he took in your attire.

'Jaebum…’ You said biting on your lip nervously before realizing how rude you were being.

'Um, come in.’ You said stepping to the side.

You slowly closed the door and held the handle for a good few seconds before taking a deep breath and turning back to Jaebum. He was already facing you, a nervous smile set on his lips as he tried to figure out what to say to you.

“The boys were all sad you didn’t come today.” He said, internally kicking himself.

“Yeah, um… BamBam, Jackson and Yugyeom stopped by this morning.”

“Gyeom has a nasty bruise thanks to you.” He said making you chuckle lightly. “Look, y/n… Im sorry about last night. Kissing you was unprofessional and I shouldn’t have done it.” He said with sad eyes.

“Im the one who kissed you.” You said biting you lip again, the thought of his lips against yours making every nerve in your body stand at attention. “I don’t think I’m sorry about it though.” You added.

His smile faltered but was soon replaced by an even bigger one. He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it, all he wanted to do was kiss you.

“I was just about to order in. Would you like to join me?” You asked biting your lip, not quite sure what it was you were doing, only knowing you’d kick yourself for not doing it.

“I would love to.” He said shrugging out of his jacket and placing it over the nearest chair. “But only if you agree to come back tomorrow.

It was like being with a friend. You sat together poking around at the food you had ordered until it grew cold, laughing at the comments each of you made. He didn’t mind watching the show that had been rerunning all day, in fact he found the whole TV mafia crime plot very amusing, and your comments made it even better and he found himself thinking 'If you only knew.’ quite a bit.

"Okay but how stupid is this guy, like yeah let me just go check on my wear house stashed full of drugs because I think someone might break in with no gun and no back up like please.” You said shaking your head as you placed the empty plate on the coffee table by his feet and brought your knees to your chest.

“So stupid.” He laughed shaking his head.

“Right! This show makes me so mad its so unrealistic.” You laughed, looking over to see him smile.

You felt your cheeks flush with his stare as he looked at you with a soft smile. You took your hand and pushed on his shoulder, trying to turn the attention back to the show you were watching, but the feeling of him still looking at you made it hard to focus. You turned back to him and the two of you laughed. You couldn’t stop looking at his lips, but didn’t want to make another first move, so instead you settled with resting your head on his shoulder and pulling the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch over your cold legs. You looked back to the Tv and felt him soften as his hand reached out for yours.

Your mind raced so fast that you could hardly focus on the fight scene that was happening in front of you. You tried so hard not to  look at him again, but the feeling of his thumb stroking the side of your hand made it hard. You gave in, trying as discreetly as you could to raise your eyes to see as much of his face as you could. You blushed, he was already looking at you. You brought your head back to see him more clearly, everything about him from this distance was so different. He was so much softer, his lips were so much pinker and his eyes held this shine to them that made your cheeks tingle.

“I’d like to ask you something.” He said softly shifting slightly so he was half facing you, his arm finding its way around the back of the couch. “If I were to ask you to dinner, just the two of us what would you say?”

“Are you asking me on a date?” You said biting your lip as you smiled, your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. You watched as he laughed and looked a way for a second, the tops of his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Yes. Yes, I am asking you out on a date.”

“And a date where I don’t have to cook!” You said making him laugh now.

“No, you don’t have to cook.”

“I’d love to.” You said softly while giving his hand a light squeeze.

“Can I kiss you now?” Jaebum asked biting at the corner of his mouth.

You didn’t even respond, you just let him lean over to you, one hand resting against your hip while the other still laid across the back of the couch. The moment his lips found yours you melted. It felt so natural to be kissing him with the way your hands slipped so easily around his neck and how soft the ends of his hair was against the tips of your fingers. He pushed into the kiss till you were laying on your back. He hovered above you, your mouths moving in sync as one of his hand traveled up to your hot cheek. You wrapped one arm around his supporting arm, smiling softly at the muscle that bulged from his position.

“Why are you smiling?” He asked breaking away from you slightly. You didn’t respond, just squeezed his arms and giggled again before pulling him back down to kiss you. This time he was smiling into the kiss, leaving soft small pecks all over your mouth and face until you were smiling too.

“Stop you’re so weird.” You giggled hitting his chest lightly. He laughed softly and looked at you before kissing you one more time, this time it was more serious. It wasn’t a short kiss but it wasn’t a complicated one. It was just perfect.

When he pulled away he pulled you up with him and gently helped you crawl until your head was resting on his chest and both of your attentions were turned back towards the tv. You breathed in taking in the sweet scent of his skin, you’re eyes starting to feel heavy.

“You know this could technically be out first date.” You said. He wrapped his arms around your back as he chuckled, the vibration in his chest making you bite your lip.

“I guess we did have dinner and a movie. Even if the movie totally sucked.” He said, mocking your words.

You chuckled again and blinked slowly. The two of you fell quiet, his hand rubbed your back softly as your eyelids started to get heavy. You yawned softly and his arms tightened around your again, encouraging you to fall asleep, and you did. You fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and the soft beat of his heart as he held onto you like his life depended on it. The moment you relaxed into sleep he smiled. He never realized how much he needed you to be there laying across him, your hand softly grabbing to his shirt in  your sleep. He wanted to close his eyes, sleep was so close to him but there was something about how soft and cute you looked that made it hard to close his eyes. He prayed you would stay that way. That you would continue to bring him this new feeling of giddiness and comfort.

That he wouldn’t ruin you.