David Tennant & Matt Smith Imagines

What? (M.S)

Y/N's POV

"Hello Sexy." Matt smoothly rolls off his tongue as he casually strolls into the living room. "Hey babe." I keep my eyes on the TV as I binge watch Scandal, paying no attention to him.

"Give us a kiss eh?" He asks crawling towards me on the sofa. I grab ahold of his neck pulling him close, his hands rested on my hips as our lips rub against one another. Slowly my hands creep up to his head, I struggle to grab ahold of his hair, finally giving up I pull apart and look to him in shock.

"What?" He asks a devious smirk etched onto his face.

"Your hair, you cut it." I speak in disbelief rubbing my hand over his buzzcut.

"'Matt. No. Why would you?" I frown, generally upset, Matt himself struggling to hold back his laugh.

"Y/N, it's not that big a deal darling." He tries to lean in for another kiss but I dodge it.

"Listen here sunshine, it's a big deal. To. Me." I poke his chest with my fingers for dramatic purposes.

"What do you want me to do about it Y/N?" Matt asks rather impatiently, a sudden smile creeping up to my own mouth as I think.

"We're just going to have to make use of it. As for what I want you to do, I'll think of something babe." I wink before propping my legs over his, the pair of us binge watching Netflix, and well chilling.

Horrible Ik.

~xx