#im like what's the point on a good day and can we please stop pretending we know more than we do on a bad day

[balletfilmss]

ISN’T SHE SO SWEET?

✸ pairing: percy jackson x daughter of artemis! reader smau

✸ notes: requested by @sunnflowerss-wp !! this prompt was fun & i looooooved incorporating my hunters of artemis girlies <3

…now playing: there she goes — the la’s

percyjacks: “but percy, she’s so scary” are we looking at the same person? 🤨 new moon=yn appreciation day

tagged: yn.ln

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team.leo: look i said that ONCE bc she shot me and i feared for my life

╰��➤ percyjacks: excuses excuses, if she shot you then you deserved it

╰┈➤ team.leo: BRO THE GAME WAS OVER???

╰┈➤ percyjacks: LALALAL 👨‍🦯

╰┈➤ annabethc: did…did you just use a blind emoji for not being able to hear?

╰┈➤ percyjacks: omg beth let me live

piedpiper: EVERY day should be yn appreciation day wdym 😒

╰┈➤ percyjacks: yk what piper, you’re so right, my sincerely apologies to everyone

yn.ln: NOOOOO BABE YOU’RE EXPOSING ALL OF MY SECRETSSSSS

╰┈➤ percyjacks: sweetheart…you’re about as secretive as piper is straight

╰┈➤ yn.ln: HEY

lieutenant.thal: new moon = thalia visits day, hand over my girl

╰┈➤ percyjacks: im sorry, WHOSE girl???

╰┈➤ lieutenant.thal: did i stutter?

annabethc: those cookies in the second pic were bomb asf, you’re welcome

╰┈➤ yn.ln: make more beth, im begging 🙏🙏

neeks._: i’ve quite literally seen her try and bite people’s fingers off before

╰┈➤ percyjacks: what’s your point? 😒

╰┈➤ neeks._: oh there isn’t one im js sayin

gracefully.jason: she’s pretty, but where’s my man percy at?

╰┈➤ yn.ln: you mean MY man. i will hunt you down, grace

╰┈➤ percyjacks: she’s so sweet 🥰

…now playing: tek it — cafuné

yn.ln: the peeta to my katniss 🤍🏹

tagged: percyjacks

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lieutenant.thal: babe it’s not too late to join 🙏🙏

╰┈➤ percyjacks: yn block her PLEASE

╰┈➤ yn.ln: no to both of you 🤍

hazel_lev: YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTIE TOOTIE

╰┈➤ yn.ln: JSJSKSK ILY HAZE <33

percyjacks: idk who this peeta guy is but i think i look pretty damn good 😮‍💨

╰┈➤ yn.ln: look, i love you but don’t disrespect peeta mellark like that

piedpiper: you guys are cut but im gonna throw up next time im within a 3 mile radius omg

╰┈➤ team.leo: this is how we all feel when you and annabeth are all over each other btw!

╰┈➤ annabethc: you’re just mad because you can’t get a girl

╰┈➤ piedpiper: GET HIS ASS BABY 🗣️ (suck it, valdez)

gracefully.jason: idk what tf bread and cats have to do with this post but go yn 🙌

╰┈➤ yn.ln: …

╰┈➤ percyjacks: jason… bro

╰┈➤ yn.ln: i have never sighed so hard at a comment before in my life

reyna.ara: gods, i love it when his face is hidden & all i can see is you, you’re so gorgeous bae <3

╰┈➤ yn.ln: stawwwwwp 🤭

╰┈➤ pecyjacks: yeah. stop.

╰┈➤ reyna.ara: percy. three’s a crowd.

thegoat_: it’s so unfortunate to say but i took two thirds of these pictures

╰┈➤ yn.ln: grover do NOT act like i dont take cutie pics of you & juniper ☹️( reminder: 🏹)

╰┈➤ thegoat_: you are absolutely right, pretend I didn’t say anything (pls but the bow down)

percyjacks: gods, i love you 🩵

╰┈➤ yn.ln: i love you too, seaweed brain 🤎

[birdiewriteslit]

OMGGG!!! i saw ur post abt luke requests and im so glad i did bc i have also had a terrible poseidons daughter!reader brainrott

could you write smth about luke and pd!reader sneaking out to go on a date and then getting caught and sassed out by percy?? 🫶

yes ofc! we love persassy here

luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader

warnings: just persassy and a make out sesh

for the sake of this fic let’s pretend that curfew and harpies don’t exist at chb

The knock came at 10:30 pm. You were feeling very lucky in that moment that Percy was a heavier sleeper than you. You tiptoed to the door, opening it slowly and as quietly as possible.

The moment you turned to face Luke after closing the door with caution, his lips were on yours. You pulled away before he managed to convince you to continue right there in front of your cabin.

“Luke!” you whisper shouted. “You can’t do that here.”

He grinned, bringing both hands to your waist, squeezing once. “What? I can’t kiss my girlfriend?”

“Your secret girlfriend, and no, not until we’re at least fifty feet away from the cabins,” you reminded him.

“Stop pretending you don’t want to,” he said, teasing.

He was right, you were pretending. You were flustered by the kiss, and he could tell. You kind of hated how good he was at knowing and how he was even better at making it worse.

“Let’s just go,” you said, not looking at him as you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the beach.

You eventually made there, getting stopped by Luke’s advances on you every once in a while. He settled next to you on the sand, and tugged at the string on your hoodie. “Can we make out now?”

You gave him a look, one that he knew didn’t actually mean no, even though you tried to make it look like you were serious. “Damn, give me a second. Why’re you so desperate tonight?”

“Because I love you,” he said plainly, swinging an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss your cheek. “And I haven’t seen you all day. Is it a crime to miss you?”

You rolled your eyes even though you were blushing. “Stop being so sweet.”

“Stop being so beautiful,” he countered, wasting no time in dropping his head down to meet your lips. You brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks and deepening the kiss.

He shifted your legs over his lap with his free arm, the other one pulling you even closer, his fingertips grazing over your hair.

You let your fingers tangle themselves in his curls, slightly tugging at them. He let out small noise, curling his hand around your neck and running his thumb along your jaw. “Oh, Luke,” you moaned into his mouth.

“So, I’m guessing this isn’t the way to the bathrooms?”

Your brother’s voice made you spring away from Luke, pushing him back with your palm on his chest.

Your face was burning as you made a large effort to not make eye contact with Luke. “Percy, you know where the bathrooms are.”

“That’s beside the point. What are you doing with this freak of nature?” he asked, quite seriously, as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Freak of nature?” Luke protested, but Percy held up one hand to silence him.

“Didn’t ask for your input.” He gave Luke a dirty look before turning to you. “Are you going to explain yourself? Hm?”

“We’ve been seeing each other,” you said, looking cautiously over at Luke. “For a while now.”

“A while? You’ve been settling for this pervert for a while?”

“Settling isn’t the word I’d use.”

“Pervert isn’t either,” Luke added unhelpfully.

“Well, judging by what I just walked in on, it’s the one I would use,” Percy said. “Come on, Y/n, let’s go to bed, which is where we’re supposed to be because it’s nighttime.”

“But-“

“No buts! Let’s go.” He turned on his heel and started to walk away.

“And here I was, thinking he liked me,” Luke said despairingly.

You stood, wiping sand off of your pants. “He’ll come around,” you reasoned.

“Please, give me one more kiss before I have to say goodbye forever,” he said dramatically, taking your hand and rising to his knees.

You giggled. “You’re so weird.” But you still indulged him, leaning down to press your lips to his.

“Stop doing that!” Percy shouted in the distance.

[pedge-stuff]

God I just thought about an idea for pedro and reader, reading your last post...

They are in a relationship and live together. The reader is also an actress. She asks pedro to practice her lines with her. In the play, she is having a really long line, breaking up with the person ans leaving them... pedro can't continue... at night in bed they are cuddling and pedro talks about how he hated the feeling or the thought of the reader ever leaving

(changed this slightly, hope that is OK...)

bad acting (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

(also I did that thing where I didn't save this on drafts fast enough and the whole fucking thing deleted so you could say im LIVID sorry if this rewrite felt rushed.)

summary: things get a little... too real.

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"You can't laugh."

"I'm not gonna laugh!"

Pedro hands you his iPad, script loaded on the screen. "I'm serious," you warn him, "you had to stop last time, the acting was so bad."

"Just read the sides, baby."

You know he isn't nervous about the audition— if he was, he sure as shit wouldn't be practicing with you. Those rehearsals are reserved for his coach, or someone who can actually talk him through the scene. This was just a formality, a quick read-through for some anthological TV show about people in failing marriages. Season 2 of Oscar's old Amazon thing. With the audition being on Zoom tomorrow, the whole process feels fairly relaxed.

"Should I read it in a lady voice? Will that set the scene?"

"Please don't."

"Scottish accent?"

"Babe."

"Hmm." You clear your throat loudly, for dramatic effect. Across the room, feet propped on the desk, Pedro rolls his eyes. He's got his cheaters on, but no script— the audition's supposed to be off-book. "From the first page?"

"You're stalling."

"Ugh. Ok. Here we go." Leaning forward, you scroll to the highlighted text on the iPad. "Stop, David. You don't know what you're talking about."

Pedro's posture straightens; ever the professional, it's like watching a switch flip. The humored lines beside his eyes, little crows feet that crinkle when he looks at you, disappear completely. His brow furrows, gaze darkens.

"Of course I do, dammit. I'm done with this, all of this. It's like living in a mausoleum, Emma. I'd rather. Do you remember what love even feels like? Because I look at you, and I just... don't, anymore."

"You don't mean that."

"I do! I'm so tired of this. Life with you is joyless. Every day, I come home from work and just sit in the goddamn driveway because I don't want to come in the house. It's hard to be in the same room as you. I can't bring her back, Emma, and I miss her and I'm sorry she's dead. But it isn't my fucking fault and I wish you'd stop pretending it was."

His voice cracks, just a little. You frown as he grabs the glass of water beside him, pausing to wait, but he motions for you to continue.

"That's cruel," you read, "and you know it. That's not fair."

"None of this is fair!" Pedro exclaims. "That's the whole point. It's not fair that our daughter is dead while the girl who was driving got to walk away clean. Life isn't fucking fair. But it's life. And you've sucked all the light out of mine. I can't stand you, anymore, I'm sorry. I just can't. It's not that we can't make it work, it's that I don't want to make it work. If I never see you again, it'll be too soon. Jesus christ, I hate every part of this."

"Are you done? Have you gotten it all off your chest?"

"Don't placate me! This isn't one of your stupid therapy sessions, Emma, you can't fix this with a breathing worksheet and a roleplaying exercise. Be fucking serious. Every day I wake up and I wish I'd never met you. At least then, she wouldn't be dead, because she'd never have existed. And maybe I'd known some goddamn peace."

The page ends there, and you glance up. Pedro has his head in his hands, eyes closed.

"That was good," you offer tentatively, searching for some kind of sign as to what his next move is. He's gracious about work stuff, but you're always a little afraid of mucking up his process.

When he looks up, his eyes are glossy. "Yeah," Pedro says, croakily, clearing his throat quietly before rising from the chair. He takes the iPad back, wordlessly, shuttering the case over the screen.

"Wanna do it again? You were spot-on, Pedge, but we can go over it again if you want to."

"No," he says quickly. "No, I'm good. I'm fine. It's on Zoom, it'll be easy. I'm fine."

Weird. Just a little. Before you can dwell on his sudden cageyness, he's up, headed for the door.

"I'm gonna walk the dogs. We can catch up on Bake-Off, when I get back?"

Pedro leaves before you can answer.

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No sooner have the leashes been hung back by the door, than Pedro is beside you on the couch, all hands and light touches. It's as if he can't bear to lost contact. You allow him to reposition you, reaching a hand around your waist as you reach for the remote.

"Good walk?"

He hums, tugging you against him. Settles, finally, once you're half-reclined, back against his chest, arm around your middle. You fiddle with the edge of his sleeve as the bakers fumble their way through the signature challenge.

It's not that the clinginess bothers you— he's like this sometimes, when he's just returned home, or you've arrived in LA, or met somewhere in the middle. Every separation leaves him want for touch. It's the one thing you can't give him, while you're apart.

But he's been home a couple weeks now, in between reshoots for a new project. Been home all day, in fact, in an orbit around you while you attempted to work from home. (A little too close, frankly, but you can't really complain.)

"You okay?" You whisper, as the timer runs down on the technical bake.

No answer. Just a tightened grip on your waist, and a firm kiss to the top of your head.

— — — 

It isn't until later, in bed and half-asleep, that you pinpoint the source of the tension.

You'd have thought he was already asleep, save for the soft carding of his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Deep, even breaths tickle your forehead; he's curled around you, arm draped over your back. Had positioned himself this way silently, looking a little silly brooding in his Muppet-patterned pj pants.

"We're never reading lines again," Pedro whispers into the darkness.

"Was the acting that bad?"

Your attempt for levity falls flat. He is quiet, long enough for you roll backwards slightly, to get a better look at his face. A deep-set frown has taken root.

"No, it..." He tugs you closer again, tucking your head beneath his chin. If he weren't so sad, you'd call uncle for claustrophobia; your nose is squished into his jugular. But you lay still, waiting for him to continue.

"It felt too real," Pedro concedes. He inhales sharply, and you can feel it against your own chest.

The kiss you press to the hollow of his throat, doesn't feel good enough. You wiggle, tilting your head to press one against his toothpaste-tasting lips. Whiskers tickle the corner of your mouth.

"Baby, I know you were... pretending." A thin line between placating him and treading on his professionalism. "If our pretend daughter died in a car crash, I know you wouldn't divorce me for being too sad."

"It's not funny." With a groan, he kisses you again, resting his forehead against yours. "I hated saying that stuff to you. Felt too real."

The bone-crushing spooning is making a little more sense, now.

"I love you, but you're a sap."

"Hmph."

You smile into the next kiss. "A very sweet sap, though."

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WHERES MY BOY DRAWINGS AND BUTLER HEADCANONS *holds you at butler point* /j /not forcing /this this supposed to be silly /im not forcing you /im not an assholeplease

thanks for clarifying the tone on this one, because otherwise i wouldn’t have read this right. took my time cooking these up because i care about The Boy (for those who don’t know: an oc this person made that’s a stray cat fitz adopted). closeups (all right side up) and headcanons under the cut :)

headcanons that are indeed related to the drawings here, and then some! (disclaimer that i’ve never had a service cat before, but i have had a service dog, so there may be some major inaccuracies here, in which case please correct me for future reference)

butler may have been a scrawny stray when fitz first got him, but since he only eats things fitz bakes and fitz bakes all the time from stress, he’s a bit of a Thick Boy. and we love him for that

fitz learned how to bake cat treats through definitely legal searches for cat treat recipes, and help from the gnomes and sophie (she’s the only one that knows which gnomish veggies taste like what meats) substitutes for fish and stuff

they’re human/elvin grade treats ofc

butler is a pretty good name for not only his appearance but also his personality most of the time! butler loves fetching things for people, especially fitz. usually he gives people either things he loves or things he notices them pick up frequently

this includes fitz’s imparter (which now has bite marks around the corners), biana’s hairbrush, alden’s scrolls on occasion (fitz apologized profusely the first time it happened, alden just laughed it off. he now calls butler’s bite marks in his doomed papers “autographs”), and della’s jewelry (there was one time he accidentally got her earrings stuck to the magnets in his service vest - we’ll get back to that later - and kinda just jingled around everglen trying to find her. the gnomes found him first and couldn’t stop laughing. the rest is history)

butler is also known to sleep on any and all clothes fitz leaves folded out, and also try to drag said folded clothes to fitz on school mornings in an attempt to help out. it is not very successful. fitz has three lint rollers in his foxfire satchel, and two in whatever everyday cape he’s wearing. he’s recently started having the gnomes teach him how to mend the accidental tears butler’s attempts to be helpful leave

one time butler almost broke a bottle of raven lovelylocks by trying to jump down from fitz’s bathroom counter with the bottle in his jaws. fitz opened the door to see him about to jump and frantically made his way over to butler so butler wouldn’t grip it tighter and break the glass. first line of action afterward was to hail dex and check if lovelylocks as a brand used chemicals harmful to cats. he now leaves all products in his (closed) bathroom cabinets

the first time butler tried to bring mr. snuggles to fitz, fitz almost had a breakdown, because it looked like his new cat was trying to rip apart his emotional support stuffed animal. in reality our little man only had his claws out because he was trying to pull the covers mr. snuggles was tucked under, and his teeth were at snuggles’ throat because that was the narrowest point of contact butler was could find. in the moment fitz panicked super hard, and didn’t let him anywhere near mr. snuggles for days. he figured out what was really going on when he saw butler drag biana’s stuffed yeti lady sassyfur to the door by the arm later that week and drop it at her feet

now that fitz knows what butler’s deal is, he’s allowed near mr. snuggles, and is often seen curled around the stuffed dragon. especially when fitz isn’t home and butler doesn’t get to go with him

butler is surprisingly trainable! he’s incredibly food motivated, but also can be trained on affection alone. he’s all good as long as he gets to be clingy. fitz pretends to grumble about the constant attention all the time, but not so secretly loves having an excuse to smother someone in physical affection. even if that someone is a cat. butler is refreshingly less complicated than his friends and family

butler knows soooooo many tricks. bro can roll over and sit and lay and fetch and “butler, cmon, drop it” and spin and go for walks and shoulder rides on command. he can stand on his back legs too. he’s not quite athletic enough for backflips, though. fitz is planning on getting him on a training regimen working toward that soon

butler is super duper talkative. will shush on command most of the time, but he has his rebellious moments. mostly when fitz goes in the kitchen or when he’s by the door. will yowl for treats or a walk without hesitation. polite yowls though. meows increasingly loudly when he can’t get into something and wants someone to open it for him. mostly doors. everyone knows to just pick him up and move him somewhere else if he wants help in the kitchen though. no unearned treats for you, sir!

butler has an absurd amount of collars and leashes and toys because fitz is so the kind of guy to get gifts for his cat all the time. all his collars and leashes match - the one he’s wearing in the sketches is his plainest one, and also his first one. his name’s usually engraved on a heart but sometimes a star or paw. butler’s favorite toys are the feathers on strings that you tug around with a stick. he will get that thing if it fucking kills him or someone else. it’s fetch for diehards and goddamnit he will win (he’s just like fitz fr fr)

butler loves walks but doesn’t know his limits. one second he’ll be prancing along and the next he’s flopped out in the grass somewhere on everglen’s property giving a very sad, tired meow. that is when fitz picks him up, puts him over his shoulder, and goes back inside

butler gets on fitz’s shoulders at nearly every opportunity. this unfortunately has ruined a decent amount of capes, and left a lot of scratch marks along fitz’s back and right leg (there was one time butler used fitz’s bad leg and fitz nearly collapsed, and butler has since been trained to not touch fitz’s left knee). fitz loves the feeling of having a purring scarf that gives his cheek kisses too much to mind

speaking of purring! bro purrs so loud you can hear him across the room. that shit rumbles through your whole body. his favorite spot is fitz’s chest. sometimes he’ll need fitz’s chest before settling down, to which fitz calls him his little baker butler baking biscuits. most commonly occurs when fitz is stress-baking in the middle of the night, though that happens less with butler around

during a check-in with elwin, elwin noticed that fitz’s echoes (especially in his chest) seemed to be doing a lot better since he and butler had gotten into their little rhythm of things. he decided to have a check in at everglen next time so he could look at how fitz’s body reacted to butler purring on his chest and such in the face of his echoes acting up slightly, and found that his echoes’ effects were tamped down compared to usual

elwin was immediately like hey dude considering how easy this cat is to train, and how it’s helping you with your disabilities that you are not ready to call disabilities echoes, you should put him through service cat training. i know a guy. and so they did that

butler is quite serious when he’s got his vest on. goes from wandering goofy goober to steadfastly walking next to fitz, or politely meowing to get on fitz’s shoulders when it’s crowded or to get fitz’s attention when fitz is stressed out. he has a different number of polite meows for different requests. the last request is less of a request and more of a demand, though, since his job is to get fitz to relax. doesn’t meow otherwise

the moment the vest’s off he’s back to being super silly though. all the urges he was holding back to fetch things or beg for treats are let loose. behold, cat zoomie hell. unless fitz is just taking his vest off so butler is comfy falling asleep for the night, in which case butler is a nice quiet cuddle buddy

everyone loves butler but man does sophie love him possibly as much as fitz. part of it’s her being someone with major echoes, part of it’s her being his cognate, but the biggest part of it is that she misses marty ._.

oh yeah the magnets i mentioned earlier in his vest! that’s because i was too lazy to draw buckles i thought it’d be interesting for elvin service animal vests to use small magnets instead of buckles, considering how elves like to use magnets when it’s more convenient. specifically referring to the deleted scene where fitz explained how elvin rings are magnetic and no one gets piercings

[leclercinvegas]

2+36 with lando please, maybe enemies to lovers vibes and the reader is either a driver or a engineer or driver's sister ;) have a good day

HEAD TO HEAD

i like this. i'm doing a driver and ill try my best at enemies to lovers but it shouldn't be too hard. also were just going to pretend that max is not good and that both mclaren and ferrari actually is a good team!

2. "i care about you." 36. "im not leaving." (from my prompt list)

summary: a ferrari going head to head with a mclaren.

warning: reader deals with anxiety, car crash

You hated him. You hated Lando Norris. You wanted to win and so did he. Sure that's everyone's goal, but between the two of you, he was your rival and you were his. You two were at war with each other. You would switch back and forth between who had the most points for first.

It was nearing the end of the season and you and Lando were still going at it. You were leading in points but Lando only needed to win one race to over take your spot in first.

There were 5 races left. It was the United States Grand Prix. You knew this was going to be a difficult race but you knew your team was going to get you through the race quickly and safely. As practice 1 came to an end you had the second fastest lap but Lando had the first. Practice 2 was almost the same until the last lap of practice when you finally beat his lap time. You were extremely nervous for qualifying and practice 3 cause you knew that he could beat you and your lap time easily.

The next day came that and your anxiety level was through the roof. As you were walking through the garage you were stopped by your teammate Charles. He said to you, "Don't worry and wherever you end up on the grid you will get into first. I believe in you." Those were the words that you needed to hear. His encouragement and kind words help ease your anxiety. As soon as you were in the car you felt like the whole world was blocked out. No noise. No people to shout at you. You closed your eyes and let yourself be at peace for a second before you started practice 3. In that moment that was what you needed. You needed to clear your mind of thought of Lando and thoughts of anything bad that could happen.

After you rolled into the garage with the second fastest lap time you felt like you just needed time to yourself. You needed to just be in your own world until qualifying. After the strategist spoke to you about what you can do to improve and beat Lando, you went into your driver's room and closed the door to be away from the loudness of the world. You put on your favorite playlist and the first song that played was Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift. It was one of your favorites. As you were listening to your music you started to drift off to sleep.

You woke up to the sound of banging on your driver's room door. "y/n get up! you have to get ready for qualifying!" It was Charles, they sent him to wake you cause they know you could never be mad at him. You started to wake up and move out to the garage to get in the car. One last song played before you got in, it was SOS by ABBA. That song always gets you pumped for no reason. You got in the car and out of the garage and you felt free.

After qualifying you ended up on P1 with Lando behind you at P2. That sent anxiety coursing through your body. The way that he made you nervous no matter what. On or off the track Lando made you nervous.

As the cars get in their spots for qualifying, you had to take a moment to take a deep breath. Everything felt super surreal to you at the moment. You were ready. You knew this race was going to be a good one. You felt it in your bones. All the sudden it was "lights out and away we go!"

Everything was going good until in lap 49. You and Lando had been battling all race long. All the sudden your car is hit from the left side and your car flips and spins out until it hits the barriers. You felt like you couldn't move. You were in complete and utter shock. All you could hear was your team trying to communicate with you through the radio. "What happened." you asked your team but none of them responded with a real answer they just kept asking if you were okay and if anything hurt. So you asked again, "What happened?". Someone finally answered.

"You were in a crash. Norris was pushed by Verstappen and spun out colliding with your car," they told you.

The first thing you asked was, "Is Lando okay?" but you didn't even have to wait for their response. You could hear him yelling for you. He refused to listen to his teams wishes of him to get out of the car and just move behind the barriers. He had rushed over to your car after getting out of his own car. "y/n? y/n are you alright?" you could hear him whisper under his breath, "please be alright."

As he came over to help you out of your car, everything started to move slower when he came up to the side to help you. "I'm alright Lando. No scratches or anything." you said to him while giving him a weak smile. "Don't lie to me y/n. Are you sure youre okay?" he said to you while walking over to the barriers where there were people there to help you back to your garages.

When you got back to the Ferrari garage he said to you, "y/n, I'm not leaving until I am 100% sure that you are okay. I care about you. I know that's like shocking to hear considering how much we think we hate each other. But I don't think that we actually hate each other. In fact I'm pretty sure I have a crush on you. Do crushes even exist at our age?" he said and you gave him a soft giggle. His expression softened when he heard your laugh.

"I think I have a crush on you too Lando Norris. Now I'm pretty sure I'm okay. I just have a slight pain in my shoulder but-" he wouldn't even let you finish your sentence by saying, "That's not 100% sure that you're okay. Were going to the medics." You couldn't even say no to him. I mean who could.

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guys i actually really like this one. i didn't originally it was going to be this long. i was actually going to make it longer but its late and i should go to sleep. much love, addison

[luffythinker]

I remember somebody saying on your blog that they HC Bakugo as like Russian-Japanese I was finna say, I'm more Spanish-Japanese Bakugo but I started looking into something and I remembered in some Slavic cultures, such as in Russia and Ukraine, it is traditional for people to kiss each other on the lips as a form of greeting or part of cultural practices. I AM IN NO WAY PLAYING THIS OFF TO BE RUDE I PROMISE IM NOT if somebody feels offended I'm so sorry I dont mean anything weird say this.

Imagine Bakugo taking some of his culture with him from his mom, and he kisses his friends on the lips sometimes for greatings. At first some of them dont get it and they only ever saw him do this with Deku or Kirishima and everyone is confused but the Bakugosquad is there to explain it however that doesnt stop rumors from spreading in UA. I had another thought here about Bakugo kissing Aoyama passionately and him thinking it's a greeting and Bakugo being like "no you fuck, I love you" and hes like "OH" but i forgot where i was going with this lol sorry

OMG I FUCKING LOVE THISKJSDJKDJKDF

(also please if someone does feel offended by this, let me know, we do not mean to be disrespectful in any way!!)

gawd so much potential with this scenario let me think about bakudeku first cause it's ME i gotta make it about them somehow: but they grew up together, so this means Akatsuki greets him with a kiss since they were kids (let's pretend the bullying wasn't bad to the point they were not friends anymore). So even in UA it still happens occasionally, mostly if they don't see each other for a few days because of missions or something, I'm thinking of neither of them quite understanding why kissing (it's really just a peck) feels so good? why the butterflies all of a sudden?? this is their normal, nothing changed so what is happening. And it's actually the both of them catching feelings without realizing it and one of them decides to avoid kissing for a bit to figure themselves out (probably izuku) and Katsuki is freaking out cause he thinks deku wants to stop being friends because he realizes his feelings for himkjdfkjdfk OK IM GONNA STOP NOW BUT THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEAKJDFJKDFJ

NOW ONTO THE BAKUYAMA SCENARIO

this is also so possible bc we have established here that aoyama is FRENCH, and they also are very kissy, so a peck is not really a big of a deal for him, and with katsuki doing this to his friends, it's really a normal thing. I can see them becoming friends first (katsuki has not kissed him yet), so when he does aoyama just thinks that he's becoming comfortable with him and treating him as a close friend, and katsuki is like NO I'M LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU WHAT THE FUCKKJKJFKJFG

anyway i love you thank you for bringing this to me, it made me even more insane today

[elthadriel]

hi im here to cause problems 😌

💛🖤

any of the ships in the terrible horrible no good polycule (echofivestupdogmaslick+)

Despite his best efforts Tup can’t quite manage to tear his eyes away from where Fives is trying to eat Echo’s face. He wrinkles his nose. It wasn’t every day that your dead partner came back to life, but did they have to celebrate so loudly?

“I think this might be good for us,” he says.

“Really?” Dogma asks hopefully.

“Really?” Slick is less optimistic.

“Really.” Across the landing bay Fives gropes clumsily at Echo’s ass. Tup can hear them moaning from here. Is Five that loud with him? He hopes not. ���I met Echo before he died—”

“Before he went missing,” Dogma interrupts.

“Before he went missing. And Fives talked about him all the time. He seems sensible.” They could use another level head around here.

Echo pulls at Fives’ hair with his remaining hand. Their mouths are open so wide they might as well be licking each other.

Slick hums in a way that makes people want to punch him. “By ‘met’ do you mean drooled at him working out in his ARC gear across the gym?”

“No! I mean I had a conversation with him.” He’d also drooled at him across the gym, but who hadn’t?

“Look, kid,” Slick says, as though Tup hadn’t ended up serving longer than he had, even if he’d been decanted first.

“Don’t call him kid,” Dogma says. He doesn’t look at Slick either, eyes locked on the two ARCs. He’d been drooling right next to Tup.

Slick rolls his eyes, but bows to Dogma’s wishes in a way he refuses to for anyone else. “I just think we should all keep in mind that Echo and Fives were already members of the 501st when I was arrested.”

A sort of dread that is usually reserved for when Fives and Slick really get into it pools in Tup’s gut. And maybe a little lower. It wasn’t going to happen, but that didn’t mean that Slick and Fives fighting wasn’t hot. What would adding Echo to the mix even—

Tup needs to get laid. He has two actual partners and a sort of partner in the form of Slick. How is it he never seems to manage more than jerking off in the tiny shared fresher?

“Did he know you?” Dogma asks. “If he…” he trails off, eyes widening in an expression that Tup is familiar with. Sure enough, Fives has shoved up Fives shirt, showing off his broad back.

The landing bay is empty except for them, but there’s no guarantee it’ll stay that way. They’re supposed to be laying low. Fugitives of the Republic and all that.

How had Echo even found them? Tup files away the question for when Echo’s mouth isn’t occupied trying to deep throat Fives’ tongue.

Slick cocks his head at the display, but doesn’t lose focus. “Nah, I didn’t interact much with the 501st if I could help it. But I bet I got some of their little buddies killed.”

Fives wedges a leg between Echo’s and Echo’s civvies don’t hide enough to for Tup to even pretend that Echo isn’t humping it. Echo’s lost the built ARC that Tup jerked off to a couple of times before he died—it had felt morbid after—but he still holds himself with a straight-backed confidence that hits very nicely despite the circumstances.

So Echo won’t like Slick. Fine. What’s new?

“Yeah, but no one likes you, Slick,” Tup says.

“We do,” Dogma points out, which is only true on a technicality.

 Slick lounges back against their ship looking so very pleased with himself. “Yeah, I’m sure he and Dogma will be the very best of friends.”

Dogma pales. “Fives and I have moved on,” he says very quickly.

“Sure you have, kid.” Slick says. “But you arranged for a firing squad to shoot Echo’s favourite lay. How do you think he’s going to feel about you? Even if said lay has decided to stop bringing it up.”

Dogma’s face makes it very clear he’s come to the exact same conclusion as Tup. So much for getting to fuck two ARCs at once he supposes.

“He’ll probably like you,” Dogma says to Tup, dejected misery having fully consumed any optimism.

“Yeah, trooper. You’re just everyone’s favourite.” At least Slick sounds happy.

“Lucky me,” Tup mutters.

They lapse into several seconds of blissful silence, interrupted only by the wet activities happening across from them.

Slick straightens up. “Huh. Those limbs are more dexterous than I’d have imagined.”

“Okay!” Tup slaps Dogma and Slick on the shoulder. “We’re waiting inside the ship!”

[poisonsage808]

oh good flight!

may I ask anything for Pod (my softie boi) with fake dating? like I don't want to give too much guidelines, because I think that all your ideas are FANTASTIC, but maybe either him saving reader from a weirdo or being the one to pretend to be your date, after having been stood up! (those are just ideas, I am fine with anything that you come up with!)

hope it's alright and have a lovely day!

♡ As You Are ♡

Podrick Payne x F!Reader

a/n: as we talked about this isn’t exactly what you asked for, im so sorry about that and i hope you like what i came up with <3 thank you for your constant support, friend

“King Cunt thinks himself a hero,” Ser Bronn says all too nonchalantly as he scours over the lavishly decorated room.

A ball in the midst of a war. Celebrating a minor victory that Joffrey hid through just about the entire time. Only a delusional king would do something so foolish.

“He’s making a point.” Lord Tyrion raises a brow then his own cup to his lips, “He won. Stannis lost.”

“That's what I said. He didn’t do shit though.”

The two talked bitterly amongst themselves, more so the shorter man than the sellsword. While Bronn was no longer Commander of the City Watch, he was knighted after the battle and still reaped just as many benefits as before. Tyrion was stripped of his title as Hand and demoted to Master of Coin, further souring his taste for this event, and as a slap to the face he was moved into a closet that served pitifully as his new chambers.

However nothing changed much for Podrick Payne.

He killed a man to save his Lord but felt it was justified, there was no horror in what he’d done to keep him up late at night. He received no knighthood and likely he never would, Tyrion wasn’t a knight and couldn’t perform that for him. Still, the youngest Lannister attempted to repay the debt of his life with… many beautiful women. He may not be a Ser but the title Pod the Rod was earned shortly after that day.

Vines fell from the ceiling and wrapped around pillars, pretty white flowers blooming or budding in various spots. An absurdly high mountain of food spread across the longest table Pod’s ever seen. (Was it not just days ago the city was famished? Not that the people of the Red Keep should care, the reach of its effect stopped with the bread riot.) At the desert end of the table was arguably one of the prettiest things of this whole dumb ball.

Truth be told, Pod didn’t feel he deserved the moniker that, depending on who called him that, made his ears flush pink or his eyes roll. All he did was ask the ladies questions. What would make a woman happy? What do women like? How can he please one, really please them? They didn’t charge him for answers. They cooed and fawned over him for- what he always assumed was- doing the bare minimum.

The reason for his seemingly endless string of questions ended right over there, biting into a round finger cake that was sprinkled with blueberries. The object of his desires ever since he came into Lord Tyrion’s service. Pod had invited you to take a walk with him in the gardens that first day, it shocked him that he asked and stopped his heart when you agreed! However wars prove to take up most people’s time unfortunately and he was no exception. But gods above, you were as sweet as dessert, pretty as the dainty ruby necklace and once he was a knight, Podrick would surely be worthy of your affections.

Your gown matched the crimson red of his leather. Everyone was wearing red if they could help it per King Joffrey’s demand. Yet you stood out so effortlessly.

“Hungry, Pod?” Tyrion looks into his cup with a smirk.

His eyes go wide and the tips of his ears red like the rest of the room.

“Podrick would you mind fetching me something sweet? Perhaps with cherries?”

“Yes, m’lord.”

Bronn snorts, “Get yourself a slice of pie while you’re at it, boy.”

He threw the sellsword a vicious glareHow convenient you just happened to be standing there. From above Tyrion pats himself on the back.

“E-Excuse me, m’lady.”

Your lips pull into a soft smile when you hear that voice.

You’ve had plenty of short conversations with Podrick Payne and plenty more longing looks from a distance. He was kind, offering to carry things for you then rushing dutifully back to Lord Tyrion. You’re not sure you’ve seen him doing genuine work of a squire but you do see him putting the fullest extent of his efforts into what he does.

“Hello Podrick,” You smiled, setting your plate down.

For a second he just stares at you with a dopey grin, “Hello.” Then his eyes go wide and he bows suddenly, like he remembers it’s what he should’ve done in the first place. You laugh, politely covering your mouth with your hand but it does little. Podrick doesn’t mind either way. He likes that sound, he likes making you laugh and seeing the way your eyes crinkle in delight when you do.

“Your duties are never done, it seems.” You say teasingly as he grabs a plate and stacks cherry tarts on it.

“I don’t mind being-being kept busy, ‘specially now,” Pod exhales nervously, still grinning, “Lord Tyrion doesn’t have much work for me to do since, y’know, he’s not Hand anymore.” He quickly adds, “M-M’lady.”

With his eyes on the table, the young man doesn’t see the way your lips go from a pout to a sly smile. You dare to take a step closer, turning as if also scanning the display of desserts to make it look less obvious to any wandering eyes. Your shoulder barely brushed against his and yet Pod’s breath caught in his throat.

“Well,” Your voice hushes, innocently enough but it sends the hairs of his neck on end, “If you ever find time, I’d love for you to take me on that walk you promised me.”

You remembered that? Pod blinked away his disbelief by the time you stood face to face, still a respectable distance apart. You raised your eyebrows a bit, lips tugging into a smile. Crap, he didn’t answer! Before he can say anything, Podrick’s view is suddenly cut into blocked as if he wasn’t there in the first place. It was an older man from the Westerlands who wears the Lannister armor of crimson and gold to fit the theme of tonight’s celebration.

“We keep bumping into each other, my lady.” He says.

Your smile loses its genuine happiness instantly, pressing to a polite one. You’ve been avoiding this particular knight for a good portion of the evening. He’s asked you for a dance twice already and both times you found an excuse to slip away without accepting or embarrassing him.

“Yes, well, the room is quite small with so many people inside. I’m grateful I’ve avoided any casualties thus far.”

He laughs a little too loudly at your jest, gaining eyes from different directions. You and Pod both obviously lean around the armored body to try and see the other.

“I shall personally see you make it through the affair unscathed,” Ser steps to the side you leaned towards, blocking your view again and smiles while you try not to frown, “Do you have time for a dance just yet?”

“I’m actually in the middle of talking to—“ You again lean around when the knight's hands find your waist and elbow, “Hey!”

“Nonsense, we’re practically in step already.” He tried to give a harsh tug towards the dance floor, his smile curling to a snarl.

“‘S’cuse me, Ser.”

Both you and the soldier whip your head to see Pod hadn’t left. Your relief is palpable but brief as the man holding you doesn’t relent. Podrick’s face was harsh for a change, eyes cold and staring right at the knight.

“M’lady and I weren’t finished with our conversation.”

“My lady, not m’lady,” The man scoffs out a bitter laugh, “Gods, you’ll make a sorry excuse for a knight. And you,” His attention is back on you with far less enthusiasm, “You’d rather be fondled by a squire than dance with me?”

You’re released the moment a claps the older man’s shoulder and yanks him back so hard that, with his heavy armor, you hoped thought he might topple over. Your hand flies to your mouth to stifle the mix of a gasp and laughter that threatens to spill. Your eyes meet Podrick’s but he’s just as surprised as you, like he can’t believe he’d done that.

And worse, more eyes than ever are on you at the scene that was made.

Just as the old knight fumbles to get to his feet, a new voice cuts in quickly, “Lad, why don’t you take your lady friend for a dance. I’ll keep ‘im occupied for you.”

Podrick can’t bring himself to move an inch, not until your hand finds his arm and you gently tug him to the outskirts of the party. It’s there that you two can all but run from King Cunt and his terrible flock of gossips guests.

You brought Pod to the beach, secluded and quiet aside from the crashing waves against the rocky shore. He looked down at his hand and started laughing, then you did too. He was still holding onto the plate of cherry tarts! He took the liberty of offering you the first before taking one for himself, looking away as he calmed his chuckles.

Gods that fucking smile of his was as contagious as greyscale and all the more inviting to catch.

“By the way,” You said after biting into the dessert, “I think you’ll make a great knight.”

“Yeah?” Pod asks all too hopefully. It broke your heart to hear him ask that way, like no one else had ever told him so.

Your reply is earnest, “Of course.” Then it’s not, “Pod The Rod just doesn’t have the same ring as Ser Podrick Payne, does it?”

“Oh gods!” Pod groaned, his cheeks blushing terribly red even under the moonlight, “You heard about that too?”

You didn’t even try to hide your giggles this time, “Only the people living under rocks haven’t heard that! Let’s hope the tale doesn’t make it into any future songs they’ll sing of you.”

“You-You think they’ll sing songs of.. of me?”

You smile brightly, “If they don’t, I’ll compose them myself.”

“Oh,” Pod blinks away his surprised expression, “You’d d-do that?”

“You’ll have my favor at tourneys, too.” You say softly but firmly enough to make his eyes jump from the rocks to meet yours, “If you ever compete, that is.”

“R-Really?”

“Yes, really! Podrick, I fancy you quite a bit and have for quite a while. I would be yours as a knight,” Your hand finds his in the radiant glow of the moon, “Or as you are right now. As long as you’re Podrick Payne, I would like to be yours. Does that sound alright?”

Does it!? Pod holds your hand tighter and lets out a breath of a laugh. Partly in disbelief but mostly in relief. He looks down where he’s interlocked your fingers with his and smiles so big his cheeks hurt. He’s blushing, he knows it but he doesn’t care.

“That sounds... perfect, m’lady.”

In that moment Podrick Payne doesn’t think he could be anymore blessed or lucky or whatever he should call this feeling! He makes a vow that even if he never gets the proper title of a knight, if no one else but you calls him Ser he’ll be satisfied with that. He’ll be strong with a sword to protect you, he’ll be gallant and honorable to do right by you and be a knight in every conceivable way but name.

He feels your lips quickly press against his already rosy cheeks and he thinks he died and went to one of the seven heavens awaiting him.

“Don’t faint on me now, Payne!” You laugh and tug on his hand, “You still owe me that walk.”

[sickeningly-sweet-letters]

Can you do a Yandere x reader post where the guy (Yandere) is just beyond delusional. Kinda like in Lolita where he thought she was coming into him when she was doing thee EXACT opposite

Can you do one where he pretends he talks to the reader in his head & also actively stalking them. Maybe even thinking about/ planning to kidnap them

hey! unfortunately i haven’t read or seen lolita and i sorta just went with your idea of them being utterly delusional to that point and decided to make this a sort of bratty, delusional yandere-

uhh so yeah, this may not be exactly what you wanted but i hope you still enjoy it though! thank you for requesting ^^

okay so wow, im so so sorry! i went through a rough time and i’ve been busy studying so im sorry i’m just finishing this now! i have no idea if this is even good or coherent since i’ve had this in drafts for months 💀

i just hope this was at least - little worth the wait! thank you again and im sorry for taking ages ;;

🌻 delusional yandere x gn reader!

- a delusional yandere who thought your meeting was straight up from a romcom or other meet-cute story, they fell in love at first sight! that goes for both of you, right? oh, you dropped your handkerchief! they wished they could slip their number in there when they picked it up for you!

- they played it real smooth when they complimented you they did not and jokingly teased you as they said they’d give your handkerchief back if you gave them your number… well that went well, huh? you were so cute when you played hard to get! don’t worry! they’ll see you around again! they’ll walk laps around this area daily until you cross paths again!

- your luck ran out when you two were at the same coffee shop, they noticed you and lit up like an excited puppy as they ran up to you and just straight up cut in line to order a drink with you. aren’t they so nice when they offered to pay for both of you- wait why’d you push them away? they were being nice! what the hell?!

- they pouted as you just left them again but.. god you were so damn hard to stay mad at! this is just a test, right? don’t worry, they won’t give up! they won’t stop until you finally give in. and hey, they actually managed to follow you this time!

- they bumped into you again as you left your house the next day, for whatever reason, they seemed to just be walking next to you and chatting away as if you two were besties.. they acted all cute and whined when you told them to screw off.. come on, darling! at least let them walk you to the bus stop- oh you walked away..

- hm.. they somehow thought this was just you saying you wanted to talk at home instead of now. but they knew where you lived now for sure! surely you don’t mind if they investigated your home, right? you were basically asking for it after you left them behind again!

- they did the best to get inside and ended up breaking a doorknob… oops? but they were so cute that you’d forgive them later, right? come on, darling.. you looked at them for two seconds longer, you gotta like them at least a little! they waited outside your door and started daydreaming about all the movie cliches.. maybe a little too much.. they figured that it’d be cute if they went and picked you up and walked you home?

- they were giddy as they walked around the block just to act like they were passing by again at the end of the day.. darling~! you’re going back home too? what a surprise! why don’t you hear me out? we live in the same area! you can’t run away from me again, aha! can’t you at least give me your number? pretty please? i’m not above sneaking into your house, you know! they giggled, thinking that their little daydream was a masterplan of sorts.

- they froze up when they realized they missed you.. dammit! where did you go?! they panicked and ran all over the neighborhood and spots they knew you frequented and- who is that man you’re talking to?!

- how could you do this y/n?! how could you?! didn’t you have something special? why?! what does he have that they don’t?? y/n.. y/n.. that man is a fucking bastard! don’t get near them, my sweet y/n! they’ll get rid of this fucking vermin for touching their innocent, precious darling-

- you screamed as they suddenly tackled the man who was just asking for directions from you..

- but they did it! oh, my darling! my darling y/n, are you okay? why are you looking at them that way..? do you not like blood? but you knew this was necessary! y/n- don’t run! don’t run from them! Y/N! DON’T RUN-

- they ran after you after dropping the scissors they used to stab that man, desperate to get you back.. unfortunately for you, seeing a man get stabbed is rather distracting and you tripped.. giving them a chance to catch up to you, and they started panicking and looking all over for any injuries- wait- your hand! you scratched it- oh no- oh no oh no oh no oh no-

- they began to panic as they say your hand bleed from a small scratch.. they used a handkerchief to cover your hand and they insisted they take you home- y/n, darling.. don’t look so scared! they’ll wipe the blood of them, so don’t look at them like that! just. come. home. with. them.

- they giggled as they managed to drag you back home, and they treated your wound tenderly, even kissing it better.. aren’t they so thoughtful and kind? darling! praise them a little for all their effort! they even found all the keys and locked the doors for you! you’re safe now, darling! no more disgusting pieces of shit can even see your sweet face!

- haha… this is.. they should stay here! y/n, won’t you let them stay? no- of course you want them to stay! you just need to get used to them.. they’re strong enough to protect you! don’t worry about a thing, darling!

- why are you struggling? you’re gonna hurt yourself.. you’re lucky they took first aid! but they’re gonna have to tie you up if you keep doing that! please be nice.. this is a good thing! the two of you are together now-

- and for the first time, they may see a bit of clarity as you slapped them but… no. you’re just playing! even if you wanted to hurt them, you wouldn’t! they might even let you hurt them, if they’re honest. but they cant let you go! absolutely not! have you forgotten how scary and dangerous it is outside?

you

are

not

leaving.

- they spent too long waiting for you.. you need to adapt to your new life darling.. don’t look so dejected! this is the start of your happy ending with them! how romantic, right?

you know just how dangerously delusional they are, it’d be best if you indulge them a little. even if it means waiting years for them to snap out of their delusions.

[sushis-wild-imagination]

Over a Decade Series - Drabble

Let's Play Pretend - Seungcheol X Reader

Summary: Fake dating to stop the questions from nosy aunts at a cousin's wedding.

Part of the Over a Decade Series

Seventeen Masterlist &lt;3

“Just this one time, please y/n”

Seungcheol asked you, no, begged you. 

“You want to pretend to go out because your aunts are going to be on your back about it at a cousins wedding? Cmon” 

You were at Seungcheol’s apartment, you only came by to watch a movie and now here he was, making absurd demands. 

“What’s the deal? It’s just for a day and they know you! You know them, especially that one aunt that gave you those candies you ate and puked when you were 9, remember?” 

You and cheol have been best friends since you were 5. You really knew each other and your extended families. 

You make a disgusting face at the memory. “She definitely poisoned me” you mumble. 

“What do I get out of this?” You ask.

He paces around to come up with a deal you’d take. He suddenly claps his hand, hes got it. 

“I’ll drive you around” he smiles at you brightly. 

He hated driving you around. Damn, He was desperate. His aunts were a work of art, they would really hold him down for hours asking him why a handsome man like him doesn’t have a girlfriend. He was only 24, but they really want the next wedding to be his. 

You give him a look like that’s not enough. 

“For a year” he adds looking at your ll drive you around for a year, anywhere you want, anytime you want” 

You smirk a little bit. Now that sounds like a good plan, Cheol driving you to work everyday for the next year sounded really good in your head. 

“Okay deal” you take his handshake and he jumps saying “YES!” 

“One full year” you remind him again.

“Yes ma’am” he bows and tips his invisible hat. 

It was the day of this cousins wedding, Cheol was driving you. 

You were nervous? For some reason, you didn’t even know why. You were anticipating what kind of questions you’d get. Cheol already told his parents he was bringing you. He didn’t lie to them though, 

“Stop bouncing your leg” he says without looking at you. 

You stop almost immediately. 

“Im nervous, oddly” 

Seungcheol giggles. “My aunt won’t give candies that will give you food poisoning” 

“Oh god, I hope she doesn’t, I’m not taking anything from her” you shudder. 

You finally reach the wedding venue, you straighten your dress out as you get out of the car. 

“Thanks for driving” you bow and talk like a child at Cheol playfully. 

“It’s okay” he bows back, talking back to you like a child and chuckles. 

“We started dating 6 months ago” he reminds you, the lie you set up for his aunts. 

“You liked me first” you add on to the lie, as a matter of pride. He rolls his eyes but agrees. 

“Ready?” He says coming next to you and holding his hand out for you to take. 

You nod and take his hand. 

Let the show begin. 

You walk into the venue, decorated heavily with flowers, its like perfume hit your face as soon as you walked in. But the actual wedding was in a terrace of the building. 

You went around saying ‘Hi’ to people and met Cheol’s parents first. 

“What are you doing here y/n?” His mom asks and welcomes you in a hug. 

“No really, cheol what am I doing here?” You mutter through your teeth once you pull back that only he can hear. He elbows your side to shut you up. 

“She was…” he thinks up a lie. “Bored and free..” 

“So I asked her if she wants to tag along and its free food, why would she say no?” He teases and you almost put him in a headlock infront of all these people. For now only fake smiling did the job. 

“You look pretty Y/N, Seungcheol your aunts were asking for you, they’re somewhere there” his mom says pointing at a direction and both of your eyes wander in that direction automatically to get this deal done with.

Once you greeted his parents and were left alone, it was your turn to elbow him. “Free food? Really?” 

“What else could I have said” He chuckles and drags you by the hand to meet the next set of people. You’re left staring at your hands together.

“Aigoo Seungcheolah” this snap you out of your gaze. 

This older lady spots him and almost runs to your direction, followed by two more women her age. You greet them when they come to you. One of them squished his face telling him how mature and how handsome he looked. 

“And who might this be?” She asks and looks you up and down. 

Seungcheol clears his throat. “My..my girlfriend” 

“Our little Cheol has a girlfriend? That’s lovely, what's your name?”

“Y/n” you softly introduce yourself hiding a little behind cheols arm, clutching on to it for dear life, feeling terribly shy infront of new people. 

“Ah right, I have seen you before, haven’t I?” One of the ladies asks and Cheol nods. 

“She was the kid I used to play it when you had come over for a week a lot of years ago” Seungcheol explains, his hand surprisingly not leaving yours. 

“Ah right, you’ve grown up so well” she says, taking your hands in hers. 

“How is our Seungcheol, does he treat you well? Give you flowers?” One of the ladies asks you and you decide to play around. 

Silence. 

You didn’t know what to say, but you had to say something. 

“No! He never does” you say in full seriousness. 

His aunt smacks his arm. “You should treat her well, get her flowers” 

This almost makes you laugh out loud, you had this power now, you realized. 

“Yes! And he’s always working” you say pouting a bit, acting like you’re complaining to his aunt, taking full advantage, stealing playful glances at Cheol. 

If his eyes could talk he was saying ‘you’re so dead’ 

“Work will keep happening, you have to pay attention to your lover” his aunt scolds him. You couldn’t hold in the laughter anymore. 

“I do- i do pay attent- YAH!” He was trying to form a sentence but looked at your holding in laughter. 

“What is this language yah - ja, it won’t do, talk to her better” one of the aunts repeats and smack his arm again. 

You enjoyed this more than you should have. 

One of the aunties pulls her phone out like she had to get a picture of this solely because the picture she had of the both of you was so old, she said she’d like to update the photo. 

She asks you to stand next to each other. And you did. Like friends would, you almost even threw up a peace sign. 

“You don’t have to be shy, you can hold each other, pretend we’re not here” one of the other aunts teases and you were furiously blushing looking at the floor. “Is this worth cheol the personal uber driver” you mutter to yourself before standing closer to him. 

You could feel his arm snake behind you holding you by the waist as you hesitantly put your free hand on his torso, shifting on your side. 

While they were fanning over young love and becoming nostalgic about their own love lives, you and Cheol stood there awkwardly, not used to being this close so consciously. Usually skinship was easy with Cheol but now that you were pretending to date, the context made things awkward. 

You end up seeing that one strand of hair flying away from the rest of the hair on his forehead, your hand subconsciously goes to fix it only because it bothered you and distracted you. He turns his head to you, not realizing what you’re touching his face for. 

Click! 

“Ah this is such a lovely picture of the both of you” the aunt with her phone out tells you. 

��Kiss him on the cheek, I’ll get another cute picture” 

You both freeze. What? 

You need to be drunk to do this. 

Cheol knows he can’t say no to his aunts, it’ll just go to become a whole conversation about not being affectionate enough with his ‘girlfriend’ he really didn’t want a lecture in love, especially from his aunts. 

He turns his head to you and presses a soft kiss to your head instead. It wasn’t a kiss but it was also enough to get the older ladies off his back. 

“I’ve got such lovely pictures” she says and you walk back over to them to see the pictures. 

They really were very cute pictures. 

“You both look so good together”

You really did look good together. 

You smile at the aunt as you get those pictures sent to your phone. The aunt then slyly hands you a chocolate she probably found on one of the tables. You smile at her while Cheol is holding in so much laughter. It was like deja vu from years ago.

“See you at your wedding” she says smiling and walks off. 

You immediately give cheol a look and he is laughing out loud almost falling to the ground. 

You open the wrap and try to shove the candy down his throat. 

“If I go down, you go down with me, choi seungcheol” 

“You can deal with diarrhoea alone” he says trying to run away. 

[isa-loves-you]

How you meet and realizing you like them | The group chat.| Pt.3

-Larry Croft-

Your day had started off pretty crappy when you woke up doing your dog chewing on your couch and got a call from your latest client saying she was canceling today's session which meant no money for today or the rest of the week since you had no other appointments. You were a photographer that had just moved to austin where your friend had convinced you that the natural light was always good but it was a big fat lie, the only thing about austin was that it was hot as hell. You were looking through your camera roll trying to see which picture you should try to promote on your story so hopefully you could get some new clients, maybe you could get some cool clients usually you get first time parents wanting pictures of their baby or highschool kids wanting insane grad pics that either they cant pay for or have really bad attitudes that you can't deal and end up stopping the shot.

You get a call from your friend Amanda asking if you want to go to an art light show? Whatever that means, you said yes because you need to get out of the house and you can get some cool pics, you grab your camera and your keys and meet your friend at the art light show. You see Amanda outside the door waiting for you “wow you actually came, i'm surprised” “well you did make it sound dumb over the phone but i need some pictures so i can make rent next month so you get to look pretty and i get money, it's a win win.” you open the door for her and you so you can just get this over with. You two looked at some of the stuff they had displayed but then stopped at this little part of the building that had white lights hanging down from the ceiling “oooo stand right there this is the best” you had directed Amanda what position to stay in. “make sure that when you post these you tag me in them so i can get the compliments' ' amanda said while fixing her hair for the picture, you had gone to take the picture but you noticed the three men acting like idiots in the background of the frame. You couldn't help but laugh at the gestures they were making towards each other, but the one that really caught your eye was the shorter one with longer black hair “will you please stop drooling over at that dude and take my picture”. You didn't realize that Amanda was standing next to you also looking at your camara “I'm not drooling at him I'm just simply admiring him, he's very photogenic” you could tell that Amanda was seeing through your lie by the look of her face. You were trying to move on from the conversation about the beautiful stranger by pretending you were fixing your camera settings, but you look up to see Amanda walking towards the three. “Hi im so sorry to bother you but my friend over there with the dumb look on their face is a photographer and was wondering if you would mind modeling for them?” all three of the men share a look at eachother “really us?, why us?” said the bigger guy with an arm tattoo. “Well they said you guys had a good sense of style, especially you. She said that you had a photogenic face,” Amanda said, pointing at the guy you were staring at. You just kept freaking out about what amanda was saying to them but started to freak out more when they all started walking towards you.

“hey your friend said that you wanted some pictures of us for your work, and were totally fine with it as long as we get sent the photos too” “oh yeah of course thanks for saying yes”. You had dragged the boys and Amanda through the art displayed, taking their pictures, and also striking conversations with them about what they did for a living; it surprised you once you found out that they were youtubers and how popular they were. It was great for your business. “Thank you guys again for helping me so much, and i will tag you guys in the post and dm you the picture.” All the boys said thank you as they got into their car “see i told you it would be a good day, you got some pics and met some cute dudes'' amanda said shanking your arm slightly while you smiled “also i kept seeing that larry guy stare at you and laughed at all your joke” “really? Because I didn't talk to him at all, I tried but he just nodded his head or smiled whenever I spoke to him”. Amanda just shrugged at what you said but had a smile on her face the whole walk to her car, you got to your car and drove home to see what your dog chewed up now. You woke up the next morning deciding to lay in bed and upload the picture you took last night to instagram; after tagging everyone and adding the link to your website you put your phone down while you made breakfast without thinking about what was going to happen. After you made something to eat and feed your dog you look back at your phone to see your post having thousands of likes and comments about your pictures being out of this world, you even got messages from other youtubers and semi popular clothing brands asking you if you would like to photograph their models. You couldn't believe you got all this attention from those goofy guys, you stopped jumping up and down to message Larry to say thank you for the popularity and to also see if he would actually talk to you this time.

Y/n: Hey this is y/n from yesterday. I just want to thank you and everyone else for the boost. It seems that everyone likes my pictures because of you guys. I also want to offer my services for whenever you need any more pictures taken!.

Larry Croft: hey y/n!. That would be awesome because I am actually doing a merch drop soon and need some pics, you seem to make me look pretty good. How about we meet up for lunch or something to talk more.

Wait, is he serious? He wants to have lunch with me. Your heart was racing, and you started to smile like an idiot, you texted Larry back saying that you would meet him anywhere at any time. That's it you just got a date with one of the hottest men you've ever seen,well not a date more like a work meeting. But you were still high on a cloud about seeing him again. Did you like him?.........maybe? but who cares he's a cutie.

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I am so sorry that this is so damn long. I'll try to make my next ones short.

original word count: 4,762

[the-casbah-way]

im fucking wheezing about that last post lmao. he WOULD. anyway please share the failed marriage lore <3 i love them -rivstyx

i could write an entire prequel on octavius and amelia's cringefail marriage alone but here is just a little lore off the top of my head

they went to rome for their honeymoon and wanted to kill each other after an hour because octavius just wanted to mansplain every monument and statue but amelia wanted to have a Proper Adventure and every time amelia tried to speak to a native to improve her italian octavius would correct her pronunciation before she could even finish her sentence and it got to the point where she was literally begging him to stop talking because he was annoying her so much <3

there was never a proposal. they were just eating dinner one night and it was like "everyone is expecting us to get married" "yeah" "we should probably do that then" "ok"

octavius never told amelia he was getting a cat he just showed up with one after work one day. and amelia started to get genuinely irritated very quickly because suddenly her emotionally constipated husband who has never shown affection in his life was cradling this cat like a newborn and calling it every pet name under the sun and talking to it in a stupid baby voice

all of amelia's friends hated octavius but her parents LOVED him which is half the reason she felt pressured to marry him in the first place. he was the rich successful man they always wanted instead of her and she always resented him for it even though she never said it

they tried couples therapy once but octavius kept zoning out because the therapist was really hot and amelia scrapped the whole thing because every session made her want to strangle him even more

they both hate their parents and it was one of the few things that kept them bonded during their marriage. whenever their parents would visit they'd both do terrible impressions of them while they weren't looking to try and make each other laugh

you know about the dreaded sexting incident but that's just the tip of the sexual nightmare iceberg. there's the time amelia accidentally said the name of one of her male colleagues during sex. the time octavius started getting bored and awkward and nervous during a blowjob and asked if he could read a book during it to distract himself. the time ahkmenrah walked in on them. the time ahkmenrah and octavius had sex literally an hour after the divorce papers went through. i could go on

octavius’ cat vomited on amelia’s favourite shoes once and it caused an entire year long ordeal because amelia was Very angry and octavius was very indignant and annoying about it because ‘well i’m sorry but she had to do it somewhere’ and every time they would go shopping amelia would see a nice pair of shoes and passive aggressively be like “i’m pretty sure i had a pair like that once. i wonder what happened to them— oh yes i remember now :)” and then the whole argument would start all over again

once amelia got jealous of one of octavius’ female colleagues because he was spending a lot of time with her and octavius genuinely could not understand why amelia was concerned about this because he completely forgot he was supposed to be pretending to be straight and into women

one of octavius’ deepest and darkest guilty pleasures is musicals which are amelia’s least favourite thing on this earth and sometimes she would catch him subconsciously singing something from a musical under his breath and she would be like can you please shut up and octavius would get very defensive about it because “its not my fault its stuck in my head someone was singing it at work i don’t even like musicals—” and amelia would be like “oh shut up ive heard you in the shower you liar” and it was like a whole thing

they both have the exact same dry overly british sense of humour so even when they ended up hating each other they were still painfully good at making the other laugh without even trying and they would both get bitter and frustrated about it

[oh-bonerline]

hi!!! im super late sending this cos i had a super busy weekend and start of the week and it took me AGES to read ur new chapter and to get my thoughts in order but omgggggg it was absolutely stunning

the way u flashback inside the flashback bits is so clever like wow... it took me a while to figure out what was going on at first but when i finally got it (not an issue with ur writing im just fuckin slow lol) it like blew my entire mind fr especially the looping around to waughy asking “what happens next” like girllll ur a genius

also i just rly love these two together like can we please please pleeeeease admit that theyre perfect together or are we gonna keep pretending... ross and matty have history yeah but theres a reason why ross is going back to waughy now and yeah okay its bad that hes cheating on matty but it also feels good idk like it feels right u know?? been a raughy shipper since the iliwys days and im so glad someone is finally writing about them and doing it well ur such a blessing to us i swear

and one last thing before i go i wanted to mention how much i love that waughy is the top in this relationship like... yeah looking at him and then looking at ross and seeing them together you wouldnt assume he would be the one topping but omg thats something else that just makes sense to me??? cant explain why it just does and as much as i love ross being dommy for matty i think i love him being subby for waughy 1000 times more like please thats so hot and i need more

ok i swear im done now i just wanted to let u know ur incredible and this story is so great and raughy is endgame in my heart xxx

Hi!! Thank you so much for sending this in! No worries about the delay, I get it!

I had a lot of fun going back and filling in the Ross gaps from the previous chapter and then looping it all back around again. Extremely satisfying as a writer tbh. It did give me a headache sometimes and I did worry it would be a bit confusing but I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it! At one point I even had a mini flashback within a flashback within the main flashback. I stopped myself with that though lol

John and Ross really are perfect together. I'm quite attached to them at this point. Not only are they a joy to write but there is so much canonical shippy stuff with them. Like how many romantic and wistful photos of Ross are on John's instagram? A LOT is the answer. Anyway, happy to have you on board with Raughy because there is a lot more to come for them in the next part of this chapter 👀

And I will again defend Ross on the cheating allegations. Matty is categorically and adamantly not his boyfriend at this point so????

I love that you bring up the different dynamics between Matty and Ross and John and Ross. One of my absolute favorite things honestly. Like not only do I love dommy John, which does somehow just make sense??, but I also love how Ross gets to be a lot more versatile in this relationship. John is mostly in control but they can also switch it around sometimes, you know? Depending on their mood/vibe. They're just like incredibly compatible in that way.

Raughy might not be endgame in this story but they are absolutely endgame in my true heart. In the meantime, I'll do my best to bring you around to Matty and Ross by the end of this one. I hope.

Thank you again for sending this and for reading and enjoying my story! I appreciate you greatly! ❤️

[vaporsystem]

The other night I felt like i was gonna have a panic attack so i was like "someone please take over idc who" and someone actually did i was like "oh damn i didnt expect that to work." :)

I think it was that one thing that appeared a while ago that didnt like talking. I still dont really know who that is. Also i dont really remember drawing that last post so ermm thats also kinda interesting.

I need to take more time talking to people and figuring out whos whos cause I still dont know who the usual me is. Im a little afraid of finding out the me who i think i am is like 7 people but like it feels wrong to keep just pretending the body is like its own thing, cause like im pretty sure im not who that person is right now even, but theres not a good or easy way to express that if none of us know who we are!!!

I know who """""the girl in my head""""" is even though ironically shes not around that often, i know helix is in here and they like actually talk sometimes. I know that one person is in here that we havnt talked about, we can call them Z i guess, i think theyre like the closest thing we have to a "gatekeeper" or whatever. Theres another girl that showed up, asked for a room, then just kinda never came back out but we like her she can have a place to live. Like i think its pretty obvious Raven is in here at this point right like we dont really need to hide that do we. Fictives seem really common so we dont need to like pretend. Im not sure who i am rn but :). but then theres like that one fucking person who says theyre the me that is me but thats not all of us!!! youre jsut you!!!!

Z thought they were them because when we tried to start building our mind place or whatever they were there and took over and tried to sort all of us out, but it seems like the they that them there was a different person when they werent inside so like ???

i KNOW at the end of the day were all the same person i GUESS but like...bitch you gotta figure out your own shit so we dont have to keep like pretending to be you just cause youre confused! also anyway can we stop using psuedonyms please its getting stupid and hard to keep up with no one is going to like dox your head people like "ohhh their headmate is named steve now ive got them" only three people see this anyway unless this shows up on someones fyp in which case ermm hiii

oh maybe we should liek start doing that thing where like we start signing off with emoji or whatever so we can keep track of whos who when we start talking on here cause like. its obvious to us right but like it probably looks nutty to everyone else, but also we kinda like hate all the cliches and stereotypes and stuff that people do on here like the people with people in their heads on tumblr are so obsessed with emojis we dont really get it, but i guess we dont know all of our names yet so it makes it a little easier. i dont know how to open the emohi menu 🌼🌻💐🌺these all kind of suck...🧁🎀👚🦄🦑we can pick one later i guess i like the cupcake and the horse, we could let outrselves be a pony....we could be pinkie pie if we wanted to be like no one could stop us but then people would think of that one screaming one probably but like.......................pongey.......

anyway i like being happy!!!! its so fun to come to the front because like that they that is them is so fucking like dull and they dont want to believe in us so like fuck it were gonna keep interuppting when they come over here. Helix did it first we can all have a turn!!!! theyre gonna be like "what if im wrong :((((((" when were literally fucking like loling and lmaoing rn. like sorry we dont all have epic backstories about like showing up in times of need im sorry we cant all be the girls you have a thing for 🙄 maybe i can just want to like eat candy for once instead of like saving you from depression or whatever WHICH LIKE ITS GOOD that the others were there for that im not like evil but like we dont ALL have to be that to be real!!!! im gettin very tired noww ppl will read this and be like woahh but itll be cool because theyll be like new bitch?? and youll be like ouuu ermmm nooo dont looook but its too late!!! hiiiii hi hi hiii

[semi-imaginary-place]

more job quests

paladin: mylia got friendzoned and solkwyvewrbjn didn't shwo hsi face. a good day. wow they totally pretended the paladin quests just didn't exist (tbf they were bad)

warrior: did we ditch curious gorge who going to be stuck on a ship to the far east for who knows how long. is it me or have the warrior quests gotten progressively more goofy like the maurader ones were pretty serious.

dark knight: esteem totally wrote that letter. are we going to end up in whitebrim? was gundobald one of the one's to witness one of the pc's very public mental breakdowns? *slaps roof of wol* this bad boy can hold so many personalities. fray/esteem, myste, ardbert, the reaper demon, im forgetting someone

monk: oh yeah wasn't widergelt revealed to be a secret prince or something. "please wait for me half way on the other side of the continent" huh weren't they going back to ala ganna anyways. hi lyse. i thought we were setting up a provisional government. how's that going. YES YES YES I am so happy about this, was a little disappointed this didn't happen in sb but i guess it's the structure of the quest system. these are made to be done after 5.0 those were meant to be flexible enough to be done during 4.0. rhalgr's reach is THE temple of the fist of rhalgr and the Resistance is there and I wanted widergelt to go there so badly.

dragoon: baby orn kai

ninja: there's no way this works. karasu better not fake his death a 3rd time. or well tht could be pretty funny actually. spiderman meme. uhh i choose underpants boy. eyyy got that one right i wasn't sure. and the adventures continue. nin is different in that way in the others so way have been about wrapping up loose ends or more like an encore.

samurai: i forgot this storyline.

white mage: a alaqua the worst job questline in the game. what do you mean she wasn't able to take down a treant wasn't the whole thing about how powerful a mage she was. also e sumi still sus af for letting sylphie roam around and take charge of the gatty situation. sooo we're not gonna talk about her dead family at all?

scholar of all jobs is the only one to have combat. i forgot about setoto and h=may have gotten her confused with surito carito

astrologian: so between 3.x and 5.x is less than a year. i'd say this is a deviation from all the politics of 30-50-60 but this did all start with janne's crush on her dad. my aro queen. wish this had more to do with sharlayan as that shows up in 6.0 but well she did fake her death. hope grandpa is ok.

machinist: hilda! I wanted to her to show up in a mch quest. oh hey i have to kill something again remember the bad ol' days where ever job quest was to go kill something

black mage: i feel like the game usually forgets dewlala exists

did the writers forget that cocobuki is like half yayake's age. i don't exactly remember but buki's like 27 and yayake's in her 40s. because buki was never this rude.

summoner once again continues to be the most msq relavent job despite never being featured in the trailers. smh and with the ascian saga ended with ew the devs lost their chance for a summoner meteor. that is the question someone is born (or made in foldora's case also offies zenos also has that implanted echo) to do something well, should they do what they're good at or not?

red mage: still think arya should have minmaxed into thaumaturge/black mage. wow how come its all the magic jobs that get combat. what's to stop other tomb robbers?

wow we really did tell the whole realm that there's multiple worlds and we went to one.

did you know that if you rotate your character near a wall at just the right angle you can see that they are empty inside except for the floating insides of their mouth?

role quest capstone

doing the job capstone. see this is a weird take because up until this point we are led to believe that it was the decimation of the First's native dark aether that unbalanced the shard to light. but here the shadowkeeper is revealed to be from another world (the 13th?). yeh 13th, wasn't that like thousands of years ago tho, well source time who knows about 13th time but that doesn't explain how she's still alive. ah she's echo'd too and friends with unukalhai wonder how he's doing..

these 2 statements seem to contradict each other. is Cyella talking about a symbolic radiance because she was trying to lose. instead of Cylva's death the Flood was triggered by by ardbert killling mitron and longhrif. im assuming cylva was the bait so that the ascians could better control the flood and bring the shard "to the brink" instead of over it as she puts it. ardbert and co then killed themselves and jumped shards. ascians got vauthy to transform the party's corpses into cardinal virtues. time continues to be a mystery. why is she alive. huh her goal was to kill them... uggg i nned to think this over

hmm but the lightwardens didn't have that thrall effect. but then again everyone who came close died. cant tell if sin eater conversion is related or not. oh his dialogue predicts going to the first. should have talked to him earlier woops

[massive-nerd-potential]

Ranking New Who Doctors by how funny they were on regeneration energy

I tried just going for the Doctor, not for any plot but sometimes it was hard to separate haha. I do think I kept the intertwining. At a minimum though! Drumroll please……

As for NUMBER 1: The man. The icon. The TENTH Doctor.

Counting the children in needs episode I think he‘s the one who gets the most silly regeneration time (also since there is practically no time jump between regenerating and the story whereas for the others, at least SOME time has passes or is skipped pretty soon afterwards

The episode that made me go "wow I actually wanna write down this quote now because it‘s so cool“

Wake up, be badass

Be woken up by the TEA? How British do you want to be??

Just let the poor man breathe for a second Jackie, good lord

Getting up earlier than he should to help Rose and her family after the attack is so heartwarming

And also irresponsible. You are an irresponsible man. You are in NO shape to steer anything, let alone a space- and timeship

NUMBER 2: the positivity after the angst that was 12~ the THIRTEENTH Doctor!

Doesn‘t know what a tongue is, apparently (she has never NOT had one)

….let‘s work on your perception of 19 seconds, huh?

Literally creates a full ass Sonic screwdriver with a bunch of spoons and a can do attitude

"Half an hour ago, I was a white haired Scotsman“

At this point I feel like crashing after regenerating has become custom

Literally forgets the name that makes up everything she holds herself to be

NUMBER 3: my man! The Doctor ever. The TWELTH Doctor!

More serious than the ones before

Takes getting used to since he is QUITE a different Doctor compared to 11

Grumpy old man tm

Just go to bed buddy, it‘s okay

Oh no the eyebrows have declared independence!

How dare Strax and Clara not wear labels, EVERYONE would confuse them like that

Really manages to find that sweet spot between being silly and high on regeneration energy while also already showing the character of the Doctor to come

DINOSAUR!

….sad Dinosaur. Make sad Doctor

NUMBER 4: The long awaited. The facial anomaly. The FOURTEENTH Doctor!

We don‘t see much of it :(

Absolutely no one can go "What? waHAT? WHAT?“ like David Tennant

No don‘t give the Dalek man ide- STOP IT

Reference to 13! "60 minutes ago I was this really brilliant woman“

Why the hell do you just have a plunger lying around?

13 was the first one sensible enough to maybe… NOT wreak her ship with her regeneration and do it safely outside on land. And what do you do? GET IN IT AND CRASH IT! Men and their vehicles, I swear…/j

NUMBER 5: probably the most underrated Doctor of them all. The NINTH Doctor!

Mostly wasn‘t seen at all

He‘s implied to have been travelling for a bit before, just didn‘t happen to have the time to check himself in a mirror

Literally all we get is "look at the ears…“

He gets extra points for going first so they couldn’t do much

Also I love him and he‘s silly enough anyways

If you want to, you can pretend all of Rose is just him running on a high of regeneration energy

He‘d blow up a house even without though

And finally, NUMBER 6, last but not least (though im this specific case… last and least): the ELEVENTH Doctor!

Fuck you doing making a literal child COOK for you, a several hundred year old guy, IN THE MIDDLE OD THE NIGHT

Stop spitting your shit everywhere it‘s disgusting and rude, who the hell do you think has to clean that up? Cause I know you won’t!

The ole crash again

Feels like more like a sitcom bit than a sci-fi Doctor Who scene, probably due to Moffats writing background

What is your obsession with food??

An apple a day keeps the Doctor away.. truly truly

You are really really bad at landing your ship in the right time…. But we know that much already