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.
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?
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?
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.
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.
“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.”
“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.
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 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!
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.
“Yes?” You answered
“Be my lion queen” and with that, he leaned down, connecting your lips.
Can you please write a Trimberly story, even a short one where one of the girls is getting dressed up and asks the other "can you zip me up?"
Thanks for the prompt! Sorry this took so long!
Cop/Lawyer AU - there’s nothing that hints at it as much, but that’s where my mind was.
Trini isn’t a morning person. It’s not a secret; her mother spent most of her life telling her how much of a pain it was getting her up in the mornings, and Kim doesn’t shy away from rolling her eyes and telling her to go to bed early. Trini has never been one for listening, though, so every morning she makes it a habit of shoving Kim awake, trying to get her to turn off her blaring alarm, huffing as she nuzzles her face into her pillow because, of course, Kim is a deep sleeper and needs the alarm to be loud enough to wake up the whole building.
“I’m up.” Kimberly grumbles at her, smacking her hand on the night stand as she looks for her phone. It takes her a few seconds before the alarm is off, and Trini makes a show of sighing loud enough before tugging the blanket up to her neck. Trini groans when she feels the blanket being lifted behind her. She readies herself by making sure she’s got a tight grip on it, but is surprised when she feels her girlfriend scoot up behind her, a long arm curling around her waist as Kimberly nuzzles her nose into Trini’s neck.
The room goes quiet for a few minutes, long enough for Trini to feel her eyes growing heavier. She sighs in content and lets herself lean back against her girlfriend, grabbing Kim’s hand and cradling it against her chest. She’s so out of it that she misses the signs of Kim getting up, so she groans when she feels the cold air hit her back.
“Come on,” Kim says with a small chuckle, and Trini’s tempted to just flick her off and bury herself in her blankets, but she settles for letting out a loud groan. She doesn’t get up until she hears Kim shuffling out of their bathroom, and then she somehow finds the will to get up and make her way towards the bathroom, almost tripping over her own feet as she tries to figure out what she’s supposed to do for the day. Once she’s out - a deep frown sketched on her face after getting shampoo in her eyes - the smell of coffee hits her senses and she feels her mood somewhat picking up. After almost poking her eyes out with one of the hangers, she’s successfully dressed for the day and makes her way into the kitchen, her lips twitching when she sees the black mug waiting for her on the counter.
“Sugar?” Trini asks without looking towards Kim, lifting the mug to her nose and breathing in the scent, sighing with content.
“Yup.” Kim answers and Trini doesn’t hesitate before taking a long sip. She smirks when she sees Kimberly shake her head, a small chuckle escaping her lips when Kim just seems to let out a small, “how?”
They shuffle around each other for a few minutes, Kim finishing their breakfast while Trini cleans all the dishes Kim keeps dropping into it. Trini scrunches her nose when Kim drops a pan with leftover oatmeal in it, a small chuckle brushing behind her ear as Kim leans into her, pecking the curve of her neck.
“Gross.” Trini says, scrunching her nose and shaking her head before letting the stream of water hit the pan.
“Breakfast’s ready, babe.” Kim announces, laying two plates on the kitchen island. Trini scrubs quickly at the pan and gives a small satisfied huff as she puts it on the drying rack, satisfied with the empty sink. It doesn’t last long before Kim places a few more things into it. “Sorry, I’ll do those later.”
“No you won’t.” Trini says with a small pout. She misses Kim’s eye roll as Kim grabs her wrist and tugs her towards the kitchen island, shooing her towards her chair. Trini huffs but takes her seat, nonetheless, ignoring the small puff of laughter that seems to escape Kim’s lips as she lets her legs swing. She doesn’t understand why they had to get such high chairs.
“Oh,” Kim says after a few seconds of silence, “can you zip me up? I can’t reach the zipper on this shirt.”
Trini spins in her chair as she nods her head, chewing on the mouth full of food. She wipes her hand on a napkin and grabs at Kim’s waist, smiling at her before turning her around, tugging her closer until the taller woman was standing between her legs.
“You look amazing by the way.” Trini says as she lets her hands run up Kim’s side. Kim bats at her hands when they seem to curve towards her breast, and Trini can’t help the chuckle that escapes her lips. Trini quickly does her zipper before letting her hands wrap around Kim’s waist, her head resting against the taller woman’s back, taking a moment to just remember the feel of the other woman in her arms, her fingers itching to pull at the hem of her shirt in search of smooth skin. Kim turns in her arms before she gives in, though, and simply pecks her lips, her thumb brushing against Trini’s cheek.
“Thank you.” Kim says, running her her fingers through Trini’s hair, cupping the back of her neck and tugging her forward slightly, their lips meeting in a small kiss. Trini hums and smiles before she tugs Kim a little closer and deepens the kiss, her arms circling around the Indian woman’s waist.
You're my neighbor and you're really cute but you almost burnt our apartment building down with your failed attempts at cooking, please don't do that again + Bellarke :)
“Shit, shit, shit!”
Bellamy chuckles even though the high pitched sound of his
neighbor’s smoke alarm is screaming through their shared kitchen wall.
Somehow he’s still able to hear her voice over the
“Fuck! Shit! Son of a bitch!”
He laughs when he hears the stove open and slam shut again
followed by a clanging sound, like a pan hitting countertop. A few more curse
words (although there is something strangely sexy about a woman with that kind
of lexicon) and then the distinct smell of smoke.
“Damn these thin walls,” he mumbles to himself as he opens a
window to air out his apartment.
It happens again three days later.
A slew of swear words and the smoke alarm beeping followed
by clanging noises and then smoke.
He briefly considers buying his neighbor a cookbook,
actually starts to search for one online that he could just anonymously send to
her, before thinking better of it. Instead he just grumbles as he’s shutting
down his laptop and opening up the sliding glass door that leads to his balcony
for some fresh air.
The third time it happens he knocks on her door.
An entire monologue is written in his mind.
Do you know what you’re
doing every time you start a mini fire in your kitchen? Do you know how
dangerous it is? Are you okay with putting the entire building at risk every
time you try to make ramen?!
But then she opens the door and every word he was going to
say is gone from the tip of his tongue.
His neighbor is a tiny blonde, whose hair is currently up in
the messiest bun he’s ever seen. Golden tendrils are falling out over a
gorgeous face covered in exasperation and flour. Lots and lots of flour.
Monsta X Reaction #20 - Their s/o is extremely clumsy
anon asked: Can I request a reaction for Monsta X to their s/o being clumsy and
getting injured a lot? :o (Im a prime example of clumsiness. Broke my
leg a week ago by falling down the stairs…)
A/N: OMG ANON I REALLY HOPE THAT YOU’RE OKAY?!? I just fell down the stairs the other day and it really hurts but luckily I didn’t break anything. I’m so sorry you have to go through that TT.TT I hope this reaction brightens your day a little!!
Hyunwoo: “…Jagi…? Where are you?”
He’d turn around in circles before finally hearing you say, “Down here Hyunwoo.. DOWN HERE!!”
“Baby what are you doing lying on the sidewalk??”
Your shoelace/heel had gotten caught in the drain pipe and you’d tripped and fell, spraining your ankle in the process.
Hyunwoo would be super worried and panicky on the inside, but his face would only show slight concern. If you had trouble walking he’d 100% carry you back to your place or to the doctors. The entire way. Without pause. He’s so worried he can’t breathe anyway so it doesn’t matter to him that he has to carry you because he’s just SO FREAKING WORRIED but you won’t know that until after the doctor sees you and he finally lets out a sigh of relief, admitting that he was completely spazzing out inside.
Hoseok: Hard core tease. You’d trip and face plant on the floor and without skipping a beat he’d be lying beside you and waving like the gif.
“Hey sunshine. I see you fell again. Are we drunk before noon again?”
You: “Shut the hell up Hoseok.”
And then he’d burst out laughing, poking your cheeks then helping you up. He’d giggle about that for the rest of the day. If you really hurt yourself though, he’d be so freaked out he’d bawl his eyes out while trying to help you and wouldn’t make fun of you until you healed again.
the rest is below the cut due to the length of the post (EVERY DAMN TIME KAT! I’m sorry I’m long-winded xD)
Sorry for the short hiatus. College was murder! But here I am again!
Have you heard the news??? A Noghtwing movie!!!! i’m so to give and now..
A FREAKING NIGHTWING MOVIE!!!!!!!!!
i’m scared they’ll mess up .
Nonetheless! Thanks for you support, ask and coments. Really, I love reading them. So, i’ve found a pattern. @hamsterforlive seems to coment in almost all the chapters and! reads them repeatedly. Their last comment in the part 4 made me laught, so… you got a little something in the story. ;) Probably this Sunday or Monday will come the part 6, as this one is a bit shorter than the others.
A wild hamster appeared between the two of you, hitting
Dick straight in his face, you grabbed the pet before it hit the ground as Dick
sweared and grabbed his nose.
Following the wild hamster came someone who was
wearing a hamster hoodie and a mask. They apologized profusely to the two of
you, you smiled at them and said that it was alright and
then ran away, blushing and hamster in hand… Then Dick looked at you, and
realization got to him and blushed he then said,
“Well, I have to go. Tomorrow I gotta go to work
early” Dick smiled, but if you looked deep in his eyes, the frustration was
there. Because, God, what does a guy gotta do to get laid with the girl he
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then. Good night Dick.”
“Good nigh-“You pecked him in the lips before blush
hard and run inside your house. As the door closed you leaned on the door.
Dick had frozen, fingers touching his lips. Realization
seemed to get to him and suddenly he was yelling happily, dancing and giggling.
After his little happiness dance and act like a crazy person, Dick entered his
You smiled as you saw everything through the peephole.
God, he was such a dork!
The next day.
As you were walking home you remembered you had to go
shopping…aaand you had forgot the money back home.
“S*ht” You facepalmed.
“What troubles the most beautiful girl in the
universe?” A guy dressed in red and blacks, medium black hair and what seemed
like wing as a cape landed in front of you, smiling at you as he flipped his
hair out of the way.
“Who are you? I thought Nightwing was the only
superhero in the ‘Haven.”
“I’m Red Robin, achanté m’lady” He kissed your hand
sweetly. You blushed at the same time your stomach decided to be a b*ch and
roared like a tyrannosaurus rex.
“…sorry” You smiled awkwardly.
“You hungry? I know a pretty fine place not to far”
Red robin suggested.
“I-I don’t have money on me…” Red robin smiled at you
before messing your hair.
“Don’t worry about it. Is on me”
OH MY GOOOOD
THIS PLACE REALLY EXIST!!!!!
I THOUGHT IT WAS A MYTH!!!
That were the thought that were battling in your head
as Red Robin had bought you..
To a batman themed McDonald’s.
Oh my f*cking god
“This isn’t as classy as you deserve, but I-I didn’t
bought to much cash. This suit is really tight you know?” Tim-I mean Red Robin
rambled, a soft blush on his cheeks.
“Red, don’t worry. I love it” You touched his cheek
sweetly as his face broke in the cutes smile and the reddest blush.
“C’mon lets go inside! “ You grabbed Red’s arm and
dragged him towards the door.
He got a cheeseburger and you got a Batmeal, It’s like
a happy meal but batman themed.
You two were sitting in one of the ‘Haves highed rooftops eating you food, joking and laughing. He told you embarrasing stories about Nightwing and some about his other partners. He asked what you were doing and if there was someone for you.
You blushed as you said no, Red smirked flirtatiously.
“I don’t understand, how someone so beautiful is single” You laughed embarrased at his flirtaious coments.
“Thanks, red. But I don’t think I’m that beautiful” Your smile became strained and sad.
“You’re kidding right? I’ve meet aliens, superheroines, amazons and you are the most beautiful of them all. With that adorable face, those sparkling (e/c) eyes that silky (h/c) hair….gosh” Red sighed dreamily.
“heh” You said as his declaration leave you speechless, realization got to his brain and his face matched the red of his uniform.
“OH GOD! I–I DIDN’T WANT TO MAKE YOU UMCOMFORTABLE! I’M NOT LIKE THAT, I-I JUST FIND YOU INCREDIBLY APPEALING AND INTELLIGENT AND I-I HATE WHEN YOU SAY THOSE LIES TO YOURSELF AND I’M SORRY I’M RAMBLING BUT I CAN’T STOP WHEN I’M WITH YOU BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO LIKE ME- OH I-I DIND’T WANT TO SAY THAT, THE LIKE ME THING- WE CAN BE FRIENDS BECAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW ME AND ALL SO YEAH SORRY, BUT PLEASE DON’T HATE ME, I’M OFTEN MORE SERIOUS THAN THIS. BUT YOU MAKE ME SO OOC”
You broke in a laughing fits and after a few seconds Red started laughing with you, his fit was more out of nerves than of finding this funny.
After the two of you calmed down, you found yourself sitting close to Red with his hand around yours.
“What toy did you get?” Red asked you, whishing it was
his toy and not his brothers.
“Look! I got a …..”
Tim smile disappeared.
He frowned as you started playing with the toy.
“pew pew! Hahahahaha”
“How about we do this every Wednesday? Just you and me”
Red asked, his warm hand wrapping around yours.
“I-I don’t want to be a burden”
“NO! YOU NEVER WILL BE A BURDEN TO MEEE”
“Y’know, you remind me of my best friend. His name is
Tim.” You smiled sweetly and Tim felt cold sweat run through his back.
“TIM? NO, I DON’T KNOW HIM!!!!!1 WHATEVER IS A
TIM???!! HAHAHAHAHA TIM DRAKE???! WHAT? I’M CUTER THAN HIM! HAHAHAHA-Sorry,
Tim rambled, blushing.
“Hey, it’s alright. I-I think you’re handsome to.” Tim
face sparkled happiness all over.
SUCK IT ,DICK!!! SHE THINKS IM HANDSOME!!!
Tim thought while smiling softly at you and kissing
your cheek, then your nose and then your hand.
“I have to go now, but I can’t wait to meet again”
Tim grabbed you bride style and flied out of there..
He bought you back to your place, entering through the windows.
“Well, goodbye (Y/N). I hope to see you soon.”
“Likewise, Red!” You kissed him European style and Red
Robin jumped out, his silhouette disappearing in the sky.
Your phone started ringing.
Tim Drake said:
(y/n)!!! Are you home? I bought movies and popcorn!
Timmy! Yea come up! I’ll prepare the couch and the
Tim Drake said:
Meanwhile you got everything done, a nervous Tim Drake
was changing in the alley next to your flat. He tried to change at Flash speed,
but no. He fell to the ground trying to get out of the stupid tights.
PANTS! WHY U GOT TO BE SO TIGHT
He fought his pants a bit more before successfully changing
to his civvies.
“I’m ready. (y/n) get ready to be sweep out of your
The doorbell rang as you finished preparing
everything. You got the blankets ready, you had your comfy pajama and (f/d).
You smiled and went to get the door.
“Hey Timmy!” You smiled at the young man, dressed in a
red hoodie and black pants. His hair was a mess and he looked out of breath.
“Hey, (y/n). bought the popcorn!” He said dangling the
popcorn in the air.
“Great!” You grabbed it and went to your kitchen. Tim
took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, arranging his hair and encouraging
himself to confess.
“Timmy! Come in, don’t stand there.”
“oh right! What do you want to see? Tim sat in the conch
“What did you bought?” You sat next to him, covered
the two of you in your favorite blanket and put the bowl between the two of
“W-Well, we got “Bridget Jones” “The conjuring” “Lego”
and “Noah’s diary”. So which one?”
“hmm I feel like seeing a scary movie, so… “The
conjuring” I know I’ll regret it but… YOLO”
“hahaha.” Tim laughed at your funny face.
You got up and put the movie in the DVD player. Then
sat again next to Tim, but this time your head was tucked in his shoulder, he
smiled and put his arm around you. In his head he was high fiving himself and
doing a little victory dance.
In the most scary parts, you and Tim sat closer and
closer until you were in his lap and Tim was caressing you shoulder absentmindedly.
The two of you made a cocoon of the blankets. Tim mussed up the courage to kiss
TIM! YOU CAN DO IT, YOU CAN DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’VE FIGHT ALIENS, JOKERS AND
Tim kissed you cheek first then his kisses trailed
down to your neck. Sweet little kisses draw a map on your skin. Soft moans
escaped you and Tim’s courage increased exponentially.
The movie played in the background as Tim kisses
distracted you, playfully you kissed his neck, making him the moaning mess.
Most when you found his sweet spot, wich you used against him when you felt
like it or he did moved under you, breaking your concentration.
As the movie was almost finished, it had started
raining. Loud thunder and lightning painted the sky.
As you were sitting in Tim’s lap and your head was
hiding in his neck, your kisses had stopped as the first loud thunder broke the
peace of the night. Tim was hugging you his face tucked in your hair, he had stopped
kissing you and now was trying to calm you down, when suddenly the light went
“AHHHHHHHHH” You and Tim screamed.
BAMP BAMP BAMP!
Someone was hitting the door.
“OH MAI GAT, TIMMY PROTECT MEEEH” You screamed as
hugged Tim tighter, your legs came around his waist.
BAMP BAMP BAMP!!!
“SSHHHHH” Tim shushed you.
You went towards the door, your phone’s flashlight
illuminated your way. You looked at Tim for reassurance, he gave you a thumps
up as he grabbed a frying pan and came next to you, ready to hit the monster.
“1…2….3” You whispered before opening the door.
“AAAHHHHHHIYAAA” Tim tried to hit the shadow in the
door but it stopped the pan before it hit it. It growled menacingly and Tim grabbed
you and put you behind him, you used the distraction to go get a weapon, that
turned out to be a vase, with flowers and everything.
“WHO ARE YOOUU?” You screamed as Tim thought of ways
of fighting the shadow without blowing his secret identity.
Lighting and thunder decided to appear now as the
shadow of a man entered your flat, it smirked at your despair.
Tim grabbed your phone and illuminated the intruder’s
warning for general eeriness, discussion/slight depiction of death, temporary death of a child
They didn’t get very far. Of course they didn’t, that would be too easy. There was a roadblock and scattered members of the police department were there. “Can’t let you go any further,” the officer who stopped them told them regretfully.
“And why is that?” Scully said coldly.
The officer flicked his eyes over to the passenger seat, the woman in it, and gulped. “Roads too bad,” he said.
“We’ll take our chances,” Mulder snapped, reaching for the gear shift.
“I-I can’t let you do that, sir,” the man stammered. “Sheriff’s orders.”
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