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geneclarksboobs · 4 years

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The Beach Boys Go To The Beach

A crack fic written in 27 (ish) minutes and I don’t know much about the beach boys and I only have my sister for help (who does not know them either)

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Once upon a time, Brian Wilson woke up and said to himself: “Wow I would like to go to the beach today uwu!” He jumped off his bed (which was shaped like a bed) and onto his brothers, Dennis and Carl.

“I have an important announcement!” he announced.

“What is it big bro?” asked Carl, as if he was a book character written by someone who didn’t have any siblings. “Did Al dye his hair orange?? :O”

“I was having a nice dream. It better be important,” said Dennis.

“It is berry important, little bros,” said Brian, as if he was a book character written by someone who didn’t have any siblings. “So important that Mike Love, who is our cousin,” he added for some context. “Is coming into our room using the medium of Al Jardine.”

At that berry moment, Mike Love jumped into the bathroom window (oh no wrong band) holding Al Jardine by the foot. “Henlo, cousins,” he said. “I have heard that you have announced some important announcements that are so important that I came into your room through the bathroom window.” He heard Sir James Paul McCartney scream as if he was dying.

“LMAO” said Al Jardine. His name was Alan but he changed it to Al for Alabama.

“I want to go to the beach,” said Brian Wilson.

“Omg same,” said Carl.

“Wot I wanted to the cinema,” said Dennis, being the odd one out (again)

“I don’t care, little brother,” said both Wilsons.

“But Carl, little brother, you are younger than me.”

“STFU” said Michael Edward Love, already in beach gear. “I am beach body ready.”

“Wow same,” said Alabama Jardinia, who too was in beach gear.

“Us too,” said the other Wilsons, except Dennis (who got left out again)

Suddenly, Bruce Johnson appeared out of nowhere….”Can I join you too??”

“No,” they all said at once (even Dennis, who was not being left out for once). “You come in later.”

“SaD emOji” uttered Bruce Johnson as he left through the door

“Let us go to the beach :D” said the boys of the beach and the scene cut to them in the beach boy mobile.

“Zoooooooooooooooooom!!!” said the car. But suddenly a car crash with the beatles in the beatle mobile (Brian Epstein’s car).

“Oi clods wot are yah doin,” said the British insects.

“This is your problem >:O” said the beachiest boys.

Suddenly, Roger Meddows Taylor’s falsetto rang in their ears. OH NO. He was singing I’m in love with my car! The rest of the Queenie Boys were covering their ears except John Richard Deacon born August the nineteenth, nineteen fifty won, who was covering his Cheese On ToastTM’s non-existent ears full stop

They crashed into them (and also the Monkees who magically appeared there too (poor Peter Halsen Dorkelson was crying)) :(((((((((((( PERiDoT EXclamaTion Mark saD EMOJI

“OH NO” said the sand children. “We will never go to the beach Sad Emoji”)

Suddenly, Doctor Who (Pete Townshed!) appeared in his tardis and said “Yall can go to the cinema HaPpY eMoJI. But then he was venusian akidoed out by the fourth doctor played by Tom Baker.

“Go away >:O” said the fourth doctor played by Thomas Baker as he zoomed away in his Tardis.

“OH NO sAD emOji!!” said all of them.

“Oh hey we can go to the cinema HapPy eMoJi uwu!!” said Dennis Wilson, finally fulfilling his dreams.

“No little bro,” said Brian Wilson.

“No big bro,” said Carl Wilson.

“No, cousin,” said Mikaka Liek

“No, budye,” said Alberta Canada.

“No fellow classic rock band person,” said the others.

“The cinema is closed EXCLAMATION MARK” said all of them at once as a crowd of people came in to watch the Sonic Movie (2020).

“And George Harrison has already eaten David Tennnant who was walking by just now,” said John Lennon, world famous guitarist most notably the rhythm guitarist of the Beatles.

“Let’s ALL GO ICE SKATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!” said all of them, leaving out Dennis Wilson. They all drove away with their broken cars (except for the monkees because Micky Dolenz of the monkees could not start the engine SAD EmoJI). *Fade to black*

The ENd

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sugaslick · 4 years

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rules | m

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre/warnings: prep school!AU, smut, degradation, mirror sex, knife warning, mentions of smoking, basically tae’s kind of a dick so bare with me

words: 2,982

summary: You return to your dorm to find Taehyung, your brother school’s wealthiest bastard. Unfortunately for him, you don’t like following the doctrine he preaches.

a/n: Hey everyone! I just graduated from class of 2020: quarantine edition so I’m starting to write again bc I have so much time...If you have any prompts for drabbles or scenarios send them my way bc I need ideas and I love doing personal calls ;) hope you enjoy I’ve been writing this in between ft calls with my bf lmao sorry babe if he only knew...also if u like this pls lmk so I can ruin y’alls rosy filter fr lmao

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of the analog clock leads a symphony of your classmates’ pencils scribbling across their unfinished test papers, your hands folded neatly across your pristine work. You always finish tests early because you’re the straight A student, the teacher’s pet, the good girl - you strive for perfection and nothing less. You look to your left, peering at your classmate who’s perspiring so heavily that his shirt is beginning to stain. Poor soul, you ponder, poking your tongue between your lips and tasting success and strawberry lip balm.

You know what those stockings do to me, babygirl.

The taste makes you think of him. You know he likes it. He moans into your mouth when you wear it, licking at your bottom lip like it’s the tip of an ice cream cone.

You smell divine, my pet. I wish I could bottle you up and spray your scent on my pillow. It drives me insane.

You bring your wrist to your nose, breathing in deeply. Hints of citrus, geranium and blood orange coating your nostrils. You hold back a smile, folding your hands on your desk once more. You can almost feel his rough hands grazing the back of your thighs, fingers moving up your pleated skirt until they’re firmly gripping your ass. He’s rough, he’s vain, and he’s a bastard, but you like that. You need that. You need him. You can feel the wet seeping into your lacy white panties, crossing your legs uncomfortably to prevent it from moving further down your thighs.

Come on kitten, let me taste you. I’m hungry. I’m famished. I haven’t eaten for days. Come here.

Taehyung. Saying his name aloud is a sin against God. He’s the devil that meets naughty schoolgirls and ruins them at crossroads. You know the Ten Commandments by heart, and he has broken every single one of them. If the sisters knew what you two have done in closets, in the library, in your shared dorm room, they would expel you without thought. But you have, and you will continue doing so. He burns through your veins and evaporates your blood. His Commandments are Harder, Faster, and More. He exorcises you, he brings out the worst in you, he lives inside you.

Don’t keep me waiting, little girl. You know I don’t possess virtue or patience.

He is the deadly sin. Lust for your lips, your neck, your breasts, and your heat. He is a Glutton for your body; grabbing, kneading, pulling, scratching, and begging like a predator toying with its meal. He is Envious when others look at you, his glare daggers as his hand reaches down to your ass to claim what’s rightfully his. But it’s not, not really. He isn’t your boyfriend, and you aren’t his girlfriend. But you belong to him, without hesitation.

Do you see the way he’s looking at you? I’ll kill him. I will. I’ll make sure he never walks these halls again.

He scares you. He plays on your fears, your weaknesses, and turns them into desire. Sex is an amalgamation of your dreams and your nightmares, and he is the slumber that delivers both.

Riiiiiiing.

You stand almost instantly, swiping your test off of your desk and gracefully placing it on Mr. Jamison’s. You can’t think. You can barely breath. You just need to make it to your dorm and everything will be okay. You need release. You need Taehyung to rip off your panties and fuck you in your uniform.

Do I sense some eagerness, Y/N? Do you really want me that badly? Oh, this will be fun.

Fuck off. Even when he’s not around he teases you, playing mind games while simultaneously inducing a tingling sensation between your legs. You turn corners, bumping into classmates and teachers without sparing a glance behind you. You can feel a dampness at the nape of your neck, his favourite place to kiss you. He’s both the king and the joker, dominating you but taking his sweet time to do so. You trip up the stairs, breathing heavily as you enter the girl’s dormitory wing. The bulletin for the Spring Formal plasters the walls, pink and yellow leaflets papering the white brick with their propaganda. You pass cliques of girls socializing in the halls, twirling their hair, checking their phones, reapplying sticky clear gloss to their puckered lips.

Open your mouth. That’s it. Just like that. You know what to do.

You crash through the door of room 308, turning on your heel to slam the door shut behind you.

You exhale. Relief.

“Hello, love.” His voice. Just like that, you disintegrate. You feel your pulse quicken, you feel your legs quiver, you feel the wet drip lower, and lower, and lower. He’s here. “I missed you.”

Taehyung. Forest Ridge Private School’s most eligible bachelor. Captain of the lacrosse team, the moot trial club, and volunteers at the local orphanage on weekends. But you know better. He’s a liar, a cheat, and a bastard. His father owns several yachts, his mother a platinum member at a 5-star country club. He’s a brat, getting everything he wants without ever lifting a finger. What everyone fails to notice are the little things. He drives his slate grey Challenger a bit too fast. He says he’s quitting smoking, but shows up smelling like cigarettes every time you see him. He carries a switchblade that he swears is only for show, but flicks it open with an innate gesture that only develops from constant use. His left incisor is sharp, sharper than normal, as if he used his knife to grind it into a point. The only thing preppy about him is the uniform beret he always wears, tipped ever so slightly to rest askew atop his unruly black hair - like he is right now standing behind you. You turn, slowly, cautiously, as if preventing a gruesome attack from a lion just waiting to pounce.

“You’ve made me wait an awful long time for you. You know I don’t like tardiness.”

“Oh shut up, Tae. I was taking a test. It’s not like I could just walk out.” You finally meet his gaze. He’s angry, one hand holding his switchblade while the other gently caresses its blunt edge. You know he won’t use it, he just likes to scare you. To make you sweat. It’s his version of foreplay. Fear is like precum to him. “Besides, I like making you wait. It’s thrilling.” You utter, allowing the ghost of a smile to bloom on your lips. He takes a step towards you, then two more, until he’s close enough to smell your perfume. Close enough to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. Close enough to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. But he doesn’t, does he?

“Thrilling?” He sneers, running his tongue over the sharper of the two incisors as his free hand moves slowly up your body. His movements are always precise and deliberate, as if he thinks before he acts. He’s calculated. He’s sure of himself. And he’s sure he can make a mess out of you. “I believe the word you’re looking for is dangerous. You shouldn’t fuck with me, kitten. I don’t play nice. I thought you knew that?”

“And what if I did,” you retort, bracing for impact, “what then?” Your waist, your breast, your collarbone; all of them greeted momentarily by his touch until he arrives at his destination. His fingers wrap around your throat, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to your jugular. God, you want him. You want him so bad as his hand shifts to tip your chin up, his thumb slipping into your mouth urging you to bite down. You look up at him, a quick breath escaping his nose as if he were laughing at you.

“Well, I have rules. Rules that were made to be followed. Rule #1, no tardiness, which you have already broken. Strike.” You feel the blunt edge of his blade caress your inner thigh. “Rule #2, no panties. Let’s see, shall we?” He lifts your skirt with the blade before you can slap his hand away, his head tipping back before rolling forward in exasperation. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. They’re very cute, I’ll give you that, but this is unacceptable.” He grabs the waistline of the lacy white fabric, ignoring your protests as he slices down the middle of your panties. You swear he sharpens it daily, because it cuts through your underwear as if they were a piece of flimsy parchment. They fall to the floor, your inhibitions falling with them. “Now that’s better, don’t you think?” He taunts, letting your skirt fall back in place.

“You’re such an asshole,” you mumble, audibly hearing your voice waiver. He is carnivorous. He caught your scent. He knows you’re afraid. He pounces. He reaches behind your head to place his knife on your dresser, drawing his hand back slowly before resting it on your waist. Leaning forward, he draws a line of saliva up your jawbone, stopping to nip at your earlobe.

“You love it, slut. Now, what’s Rule #3? You should know it by now. I’ve only repeated it a hundred times.” He chimes, moving his hand up your torso to cup your left breast, massaging it gently with interjected pinches of your nipple. He loves to tease. Making you squirm is his guilty pleasure. You feel your throat tighten, the urge to release a moan unbearable. You can’t help but rub your thighs together, resulting in the friction you need to stay sane. He notices your movements, moving away from your ear to reveal his snide grin from ear to ear. Before you can even comprehend his movements, Taehyung sticks his middle finger into your heat, curling it as if he were beckoning someone forward. “This is what you wanted, yes? My fingers in your cunt?” You nod. You hate yourself for it. You were eager for this, for him. He pulls his finger out abruptly, lifting it to his mouth to taste you. His eyes close, savouring your wetness in his dirty mouth. When his eyes open he’s different. He’s ravenous. His jaw clenches, his tongue poking out between his lips to devour what’s left of you. “Do not make me say it again, Y/N. What’s Rule #3?”

“Beg for it.” You mutter softly, refusing to meet his eyes. You weren’t shy, not even in the slightest, but you know him. You know this boy stood in front of you. He loves control, and you’re more than willing to give it to him.

“Sorry? I missed that.” He lilts, putting his index finger to his ear to indicate his excessive behaviour.

You take a deep breath before exhaling slowly, moving towards him as you keep your promise to him about not breaking any more rules. “Taehyung, I want you to fuck me so hard the entire hall can hear us. I want them to know that Kim Taehyung is in here fucking my brains out. The athlete, the bad boy, the prep, and the sadist. Oh boy, oh boy. Now get over here, you prick.”

“Y/N, this is why you’re my favourite. You beg with such vigor, such enthusiasm. This is why you get special treatment.”

“Oh grow u-.” You can’t even finish speaking before his hands and mouth attack you from all angles. He kisses you, but you wouldn’t even classify what his mouth was doing as a kiss. His tongue darted in and out of your mouth like a snake, his right hand constricting your wrists above your head as if you were his prisoner. His other hand does not waste any time finding the space between your legs, two fingers pumping into you with composed movements. You could feel yourself unraveling at his touch. Your legs quiver, your lips are raw, your eyes shut so tight in fear of what might be standing before you. Then nothing. His lips and hands are gone from your body. Your eyes remain closed but you can feel his presence, his energy. It cuts through the room like a dagger, the ghost of his switchblade on your thigh. Your eyes flicker open, and he is no longer standing in front of you. Confusion floods your expression as you turn your head in both directions, wondering if what you felt was just another realistic dream. His knife. You turn around, and there it is still resting on your dresser.

“Did you forget Rule #4 already?” You freeze. You cannot move. It’s over. He’s got you. “It’s not over until I say it’s over.”

His hand grips a handful of your hair and pushes you towards the bed, your thighs hitting its edge causing you to double over. He spreads your thighs with his knee, still clad in his dry cleaned slacks. You hear the sound of his belt coming undone, his pants falling to the floor in one swift movement. A high-pitched moan escapes your depths as Taehyung teases your entrance with his cock, moving up and down your soaking wet folds with absolutely no haste. He enjoys this. Thrives off of it.

“I won’t fuck you without your full consent. I’m a gentleman, you know. I have a reputation to uphold.” You can’t take this anymore. You can’t take his attitude. You flip over so you’re on your back, staring up at his shocked expression. You position his cock at your entrance, crossing your heels behind your back before pulling him into you. “J-jesus.” He didn’t even have the mental capacity to retort, but his body didn’t waiver in the slightest. Sex is the only language he can speak fluently. He picks you up by your ass and moves you further up the bed, rolling his body into you like an angry wave. “I appreciate your eagerness, kitten. But don’t you ever do that again, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, dad.” This is how you two work. He chirps, you chirp back. He comments, you respond.

“Oh, you really shouldn’t have said that.” He picks up speed, his cock drilling into you, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room with vulgarity. “Your pussy is mine, you hear me? I own you. You worship me. I am your god.”

And you believe him. Your eyes roll back in your head. You feel the build up. Your toes curl and your fingers clutch the sheets. You are so close to release you can feel it in your gut...and then nothing. He is infuriating. Your body is covered in flames and then extinguished in the blink of an eye.

“Tae,” you groan, his amusement quite clear on his tender red lips, “not fair.”

“You know what isn’t fair? The way you look right now. I wish you could see yourself. Your pussy is so fucking wet you’re practically pouring out onto the bed. Your hair is a mess, my teeth marks are beginning to take colour, and your eyes…” He trails off, almost as if in a trance. His disappearance led to the abandonment of his shirt and beret, both lying on the floor at the end of the bed. Black tousled hair covered his brows, the strands unruly from the tight grip of your fingers. He is like a dark angel, but you know this boy is no angel. “I have an idea.”

He picks you up, throwing you over his broad shoulder this time, and drops you in front of your full-body mirror.

“Strip.” You had no reason to disobey, dropping your uniform skirt and removing your blouse and bra. His eyes wandered, up and down your figure they went. He stares, ingesting you with his hungry eyes. They are almost black. “Now, you can see yourself. See how good you look after I fuck you.” His long fingers brush through your knotty waves as he speaks, contemplating his next move. “Do you want to cum?” You are taken aback by his bluntness, but you nod nonetheless. “How bad do you want me?” Your clit throbs with every word he whispers into your ear.

“God, you have no idea.”

“You had me at God.” And with that, he was on his knees in front of you, your body still facing the mirror. You watch your face as it simultaneously contorts with the presence of his tongue licking up your folds. He inserts one, two, three fingers into your prepped heat. The pressure of his tongue and fingers is almost unbearable, the overstimulation making it difficult for your body to stay upright. He does not let you fall. Every time your legs buckle, his hands grip your ass as he forces himself further into your dripping pussy. As he sucks at your pulsating clit, his fingers pump in and out of you with relentless urgency, never breaking eye contact. The intensity of his gaze is jarring, never looking away while he tastes you. You are so close to climax, the euphoria making you completely unaware of when Taehyung began pumping his cock with his other hand. He moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending you over the edge. He sees this. Processes it. He rises before you cum to place his hand over your mouth as you scream in ecstasy. He is backing you up towards the bed, laying you down before he ejaculates all over your stomach and breasts. You ride your highs together. You feel him lay beside you, his head tipping to the side to kiss your bare shoulder.

“Alright, time to get you cleaned up.” He launches himself from the bed, heading towards your private bathroom. “We’re ordering takeout, right?”

“I’m already dialing!” You respond, reaching into the pocket of his crumpled pants to retrieve his chocolate brown Hermes wallet.

Sucker.

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panda-noosh · 6 years

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The Paladins as Time Lords {Headcanon}{DoctorWho!Au}

Someone stop me.

PS. This is me writing this as if you were there companion and they're the time-lord. Please enjoy my lovelies xxxx

Shiro:

he's that Time Lord.

you know, that Time Lord.

he's the one that is so incredibly serious and strict about every little thing you two do.

whenever you two first met, Shiro didn't want you coming with him at all. though he never liked being on his own, and he knew he would enjoy having a companion, the idea of throwing an innocent and unknowing mortal into the world he lives in would be a big enough reason for him to not do it.

but you're insistent, and the way you handled those Slitheens a few days ago was amazing, so why the hell not?

so he takes you with him, and thus begins this weird journey of not knowing exactly what is going on.

he lives by the words, “Stepping on a butterfly in this universe could alter everything back home.” they're literally what he says to you whenever you do anything.

he doesn't like letting you out of his sight, but a lot of the time he has no choice. you two manage to get split up a whole bunch during your time together.

but you always find each other again, and it's always cute and he always checks to see if you're injured.

and he always says, “I'm never letting you out of my sight again,” before, of course, letting you out of his sight.

even though he hates to admit it, you really do keep him grounded. you're a big reason he doesn't just get lost in space somewhere – he wants to keep you alive.

he's best friends with your parents, even though they have no idea who he is.

his style choice is a good old trench coat with a tie.

Keith:

I can imagine Keith just finding you in the TARDIS and not knowing what to do lmao.

you're that guy.

you were most likely drunk one day and you just found yourself wandering into this public call box before you collapsed on the ground and everything went black.

Keith would walk into the TARDIS after a nice day out in London to see you lying there and he genuinely just sips his coffee and sighs.

“mortals~”

he wakes you up by throwing water on your face, you refuse to leave, and thus begins the adventures!

the way he drives the TARDIS is god awful. he crashes into everything and he doesn't even care. he just kind of hums to himself whenever he gets out of it to see the crash mark on the side of it.

he hates going forward in time. modern technology confuses him enough as it is – let alone going 2,000 into the future to see what the mortals have come up with since then.

going back in time is his favourite. he's a big fan of the fashion of the 19th century.

he walks everywhere?? like, even though there's a damn alien spaceship crashing into the ocean in front of him, you'll never catch him running to get to it.

and a lot of the time he has his face buried in some Time Lord device that you don't know how to use, but it always beeps and makes loads of noise and Keith enjoys yelling curse words at it sometimes so you don't really want to know how to work it.

he pretends he doesn't appreciate having a companion. whenever you two argue, he'll often use the excuse that he was perfectly fine on his own, just because he knows it hurts you.

but he knows himself that finding you passed out on the floor is the best thing that's ever happened to him.

he tries to teach you how to fly the TARDIS, but after one lesson he gets jealous and stops.

Lance:

you two meet whenever Lance lands in the middle of wherever you live and he has no idea where he is.

imagine it; walking down the street with your headphones in, barely acknowledging the world around you, when suddenly this man with sticking up hair and a smoking coat is grabbing onto your shoulders, yelling about how it's the end of time and how he's certain this is heaven and all this.

you'll just look at him like boi i'm late for work.

but he wouldn't let you leave, and you'd end up having to drag him into the nearest coffee shop and getting him a cup of tea to calm him down.

you'd tell him that the world has not, in fact, ended and that everything is okay, and he'll explain himself and tell you all about everything that's going on.

you wouldn't believe him when he tells you that there are aliens soon coming to attack the very place you live in, but then it happens and you're helping him fight them even though you have no idea what's going on.

after the battle is over, he'll ask you to travel with him and you'll say yes, because there's just something so damn endearing about this man that makes you want to spend more time with him.

so you two travel together and the adventure begins.

he's the type of Time Lord that you have to tell the rules to, even though he's the one that's been flying through space for 900 years.

like, he'll get so used to the polite etiquette of the 19th century, that whenever he arrives back in modern day time, he completely forgets how to act.

he's greeting your mother with a bow, and calling her 'm'lady' and asking where the hand-maiden is.

to cover his ass, you'll laugh and tell him to stop joking about, reminding him that he is no longer having dinner with Charles Dickens, but is in fact eating fish and chips with your parents.

I don't feel like Lance has a favourite time to be in?? He enjoys them all. he enjoys being in the future a lot because he likes to see how humans have advanced over time, and he likes to visit people he once travelled with to see how they've aged, and to make sure they're safe.

that's a quirk he has – he never lets his companions die when they're with him. whenever they get put in too much danger, he'll just disappear one day and let you live out your life wondering where he is and where he went to.

but he always visits them afterwards. whenever he's certain they're old and grey and can't tell reality from fantasy. he'll just stand in front of them and talk about all of the good things they did, and they'll wake up the next morning, unknowing if it's just their ageing brain that tricked them or if their Time Lord was actually there.

Hunk:

why can I imagine him just being so unprofessional?

like, deadass. is he even a Time Lord? did he just get thrown into this world by accident?

because half the time, he has no idea what he's doing.

he'd probably be recruiting damn companions, because he knows full well he'll end up getting lost in time if he doesn't have somebody there keeping him right.

so he ends up looking for partners, stumbles across you, and wa-la. you're suddenly flying through space with this screaming muscle man.

that's what he does when he's flying the TARDIS. he starts screaming and gets motion sickness, but he still knows how to fly it.

“when did you learn how to fly it?”

“i didn't. it's like it's drilled into my brain.”

“oh. safe.”

you two go on holidays. Hunk doesn't fuck with this whole 'going to 20th century London in the freezing cold winter' stuff. if you two are going anywhere, it's present day Hawaii and you're going to enjoy yourselves.

but then sometimes there's trouble in 20th century London in the freezing cold winter, so he has no choice but to go and show his face.

and even though he panics and gets worked up really easily, he's probably the best out of them all when it comes to actually getting rid of the bad guys.

it takes a little bit longer than what everybody else would take, but he gets it done very quietly and very well since he's big on planning his attacks.

he wouldn't want you to be there with him during the actual process of fighting aliens, but you always manage to show up and he just gets tired of warning you.

I can imagine him telling you off for stepping on a leaf on the pavement, before he himself completely wipes out a rubbish bin or something.

“that's gonna change the present day now. good job.”

“shuT UP I'M THE TIME LORD HERE.”

he's also best friends with your parents, but I can imagine him meeting them completely by accident.

like, you went inside to go and pack some of your stuff so you can travel with him again and he waits outside your window, looking in nervously.

your dad turns around and just sees this massive man in a bow tie looking at him through the window, to which you have to explain that Hunk is your boyfriend and that he means no harm.

Hunk gets all flustered and you two never bring it up again.

Pidge:

she basically lived in 20th century Ireland until she was forced to go to the modern day.

she enjoyed the atmosphere of the 20th century. she saw the Titanic leave Belfast, saw Queen Elizabeth's reign happen in England – she saw all sorts.

but then she realised she had to go and get some stuff done in the 21st century, and her salty ass dragged herself out of the 20th century to go and deal with it.

and this is where she met you, and she seems to cold at first because she really, really doesn't want to be there.

but you're consistent, because you saw the TARDIS land and you have questions.

she tries to ignore you the entire day, but you follow her around, yelling your questions at her until she eventually just shoves you into a coffee shop, sits you down and tells you who she is, before promptly warning you to keep your mouth shut.

she storms off after that, grumbling about how “Nelson Mandela wouldn't ask me so many questions.”

but then she finds herself in trouble with the aliens she is there to fight, and the only person who is willing to save her is – oh, what a surprise – you.

and you save her, so Pidge gets all soft and apologises for snapping at you early, which then leads to her offering you a space in the TARDIS which you take almost immediately, thus beginning your adventures with Pidge.

she is definitely cold to you for the first few weeks. she tells you not to touch anything, and whenever you're in the TARDIS, she basically makes you sit in the corner until you arrive at your destination.

and whenever you arrive, she has a habit of walking a little bit too fast, meaning you often find yourself getting lost because Pidge has suddenly disappeared off the face of the damn earth.

but she always finds you – she would never just abandon you in the middle of the 15th century.

she's quite a careless Time Lord, I think. or at least, she acts like it.

deep down, the only reason why she can be hostile and stuff is because she is the last of her kind. she watched all of her Time Lord friends die during the war, and that's given her quite a large amount of trust issues.

she really only keeps herself alive and healthy because she knows that the world would go to absolute shit if she ends up dying.

she tells you this one day, just randomly. you don't ask her or anything – she just starts telling you about the Fall of Galiffrey.

she's really surprised when you listen, since she didn't think you'd care.

but all of a sudden you're setting your cup of noodles down and you're giving her a hug, nearly sobbing into her shoulder as you tell her how sorry you are that she had to go through that, see those things.

and she's hugging you back, even though she has no idea why.

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