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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years ago

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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise!

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you. MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai: MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something: MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult.

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest. (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

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littlelittlebear · 4 years ago

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Two Drifters | 3/3 Jeronica Secret Santa

@fangstomysweetpea oh my god.... its finally time!!!

The moment i’ve been aching for is finally here and i am HYPE

Happy Christmas my dear Tumblr-friend, I hope you enjoy this jeronica playlist/au/riverdale rewrite.

A couple things first, the descriptions on each song are just an outline as to whats happening in that moment/what the song calls for. Also, this is like a story, so its not really something you can play on shuffle lol. I’m confident you didn’t really need these “instructions” lmao, just want you to have a bomb-ass jeronica experience XDD

Also, you don’t have to “follow” the descriptions when you think them out, you can completely take the reigns too if you’d like!

So.... here ya go!!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1MflcKtyBDRjnP0giX03X4?si=ZcsD0GfxR0KevhgDpTZVKQ

And here are the descriptions-

Oxford Comma-

Locking eyes for the first time… wow. Just- everything is in slow motion.

Baby Doll-

Slow dancing in Pop’s after the dance. (V goes to Pop’s instead of Archie)

Can I call you tonight?-

Jughead and Veronica’s moments of glee when they finally set up a date with each other. Veronica squeals and jumps up and down, Jughead punches the air, they both fall down on the bed with blissful looks on their faces. Two cinnamon rolls.

“So, I’ll call you tonight?”

“Yes! *Too enthusiastic- calm down Veronica* Yes. Call me tonight.”

*Que music*

Just Like a Movie-

Jughead calls this their theme song one day when they’re just hanging out in the student lounge as a joke.

Scrawny-

Veronica calls this Jughead’s theme song in response, they have a good laugh and Jughead rolls his eyes at the lyrics A LOT.

Space Girl-

Jughead calls this Veronica’s theme song- because she’s “oUt oF tHiS worLD!”.

She smacks his arm for being so cheesy.

Good Morning-

The morning after they do the “horizontal tango” with each other for the first time, they dance in Veronica’s kitchen, knowing all the words- only to be interrupted by an amused Hermione Lodge.

Unforgettable-

Their first Christmas together, spent snowed in at The Pembrooke. But honestly, they don’t mind.

Shake it out-

Jughead and Veronica cry together after her parents blackmail them/force them to break up. #parentssuck.

Your star-

Coping with the breakup, newsflash- they aren’t, or when they are... they don’t go the healthiest route. So. Much. Angst.

Rare-

Veronica changes up her style a little bit, which really is just lower cut tops, just trying to forget about Jughead- does a lil sexy performance singing to this at a pep rally.

Out the door-

Jughead never leaving the depressional stage of grief.

+ Exchanging broken looks that just scream “I’m not over you.”

I can’t get you off my mind-

Drunkenly hooking up at a party because their tension recently had just been… w o w

Drugs-

Sneaking around- sexy times ;)

Why Do You Love Me-

Having a screaming match, then a very angry/hot makeup session, then very angry sex XD

The Wind-

After some hOrIzOnTaL TaNGo at Sweetwater River, they admit that they can’t keep away from each other, saying that they love each other for the first time- followed by Veronica crying tears of joy cuz she’s never done that before- and that they’re going to work everything out, together. They just hold each other after that.

“I love you, Princess.”

Veronica props herself on her elbow to face him (they were laying down before)

Jughead sees her widened eyes. “Y-you don’t have to say it back, I know its ha-“

“I love you too, Jug”

You and I-

Montage of working at Pop’s for summer, ending with a jam sesh in Jughead’s trailer- Veronica just in his shirt and Jughead just in his sweats. FP comes in, surprised to see Veronica, but welcomes her easily. FP and Veronica bond, and he embarrasses Jug with some baby photos. While Jug’s probably beet-red, he can’t help but completely oggle at Veronica- happy that they don’t have to hide from his dad anymore.

Start a Riot-

Jeronica send a little message to Hiram through security cameras (they just make out lmao), showing that he can’t keep them apart. They then proceed to trash Hiram’s jingle jangle lab. :)

Moon River-

Slow dancing after having been crowned homecoming King and Queen. And of course, because Veronica is 1/2 of this relationship- this becomes their song.

“That’s us.”

“What do you mean?” Veronica asks, confused.

“The two drifters in the song. ‘Two drifters, off to see the world.’ That’s us”

Veronica’s eyes start to gloss.

“I absolutely love that. And you.”

Teenagers-

Being the badass power couple they are, being 100% team Serpent against the Bulldogs during the riots. Its all one long shot too- no cuts :))

A Sunday Kind of Love-

Looking at each other in slow motion (wow- I really love putting stuff in slow motion) when Veronica is officially named Serpent queen, they’re absolutely smitten with each other. Cut to them dancing in the Wyrm to the song, discussing how they’re going to make their big debut as Riverdale’s resident power couple… second to Choni of course.

“So… now that I’m your queen, I was thinking had a debut of sorts. Just to educate the public of this new order.” Veronica jabs, only kind of joking.

Jughead laughs, but it sounds more of a huff.

“Could you settle for a hand-in-hand entrance at school? Or would you be more comfortable with a red carpet event?”

Glory-

Veronica and Jughead walking into school as Serpent Royalty with matching Serpent jackets- no special colours thank you very much. You can bet your ass its in slow motion.

Worlds Apart-

Veronica crying at Jughead’s bed-side after the Ghoulies fuck him up.

Boss Bitch-

Veronica gets revenge on the Ghoulies and Penny Peabody with the help of the female Serpents, the River vixens, Hermione, Betty, and Alice.

Le Symbolique-

Veronica and Jughead reunite from his state of unconsciousness, this whole sequence is in slow motion, with a lot of white lighting/glare. Jughead almost died and just that thought alone KILLED Veronica.

“Jug I was so scared-“

“Shush Ronnie, let me look at you.” His teary eyes trace over Veronica’s face with a beaming smile, before he brings his girlfriend closer and kisses the top of her forehead.

Harmony Hall-

Some core four bliss before it gets chaotic again, with a side of Jeronica and Barchie cuddles.

Not Your Barbie Girl-

A River vixen performance, Jughead is so fricken in love with Ronnie right now cuz she’s just RADIATING empowerment.

Therefore I Am-

Jeronica sends Hiram to jail again after a bomb ass one liner from Veronica:

“Mija, you have no idea what you’re doing.”

“Only one thing’s false in that sentence Hiram, I’m not your Mija anymore.”

(HELP ME I CAN’T WRITE)

*Proud Jughead smirk*

This Life-

Veronica meeting JB and Gladys, them getting along great- just a wholesome Lodge/Jones get-together.

Don’t Call Me Angel-

Veronica changes her name to Luna, fully emancipating herself from Hiram, and this gets Jughead really turned on XD

Sway With Me-

La Bonne Nuit’s first successful night, Josie, Veronica, Toni, and Cheryl perform. Veronica somehow convinces Jughead to dance with her in public. Think Moulin Rouge’s Diamond Dogs type editing.

My Oh My-

Getting screwed over my Hiram, Veronica is in a TON of debt and needs some “stress relief” with Jughead. He obliges. Happily.

HIP-

Veronica and Cheryl start their rum business, Jughead helps and oml he’s so proud of her. Btw, Cheronica are HUGE badasses right now.

Bury a friend-

Surviving Eversgreen Forest and Penelope Blossom…

Youth-

The core four are free from the forest, successfully escaping Penelope Blossom. Jughead and Veronica share a tearful but happy kiss, laying down on the back of a truck.

Don’t Take The Money-

The core four hang out at pops and promise to have fun this senior year, Jughead steals Veronica’s cherry from her milkshake, but being so vulnerable to Midget’s (He calls her Midget. Yup.) puppy dog eyes, he makes it up to her by sharing his fries.

“And for a brief, shining moment, we were kids again.” all that good shiz

The Four Seasons: “Winter”-

Jeronica hangs with the Stonewall psychos.

(Online Love)-

Veronica and Jughead FaceTime and Veronica has this vibe like she’s the montage of the hero’s dead girlfriend in a movie. Like her hair is all splayed out on her pillow and she’s all smiley-

“You look like an angel right now- with your hair like a halo and how much you’re smiling.”

Veronica laughs

“Well it’s your fault I’m smiling you idiot.” Her voice softens towards the end of the sentence.

“I love you too, Ron.”

El Tejano-

Party at Stonewall, Jeronica are absolutely WASTED. Fun fact- Jughead get’s really into PDA when he’s drunk

Burned Out-

Oh shit… I guess Jughead is dead now. (dw, Betty’s still the one who “kills him”)

Claire de Lune-

Just kidding, he’s alive, and he and Veronica have a really cute moment in the bunker. Veronica starts reading his novel, per his request, and he just starts playing this on the record player and she smiles but her eyes are still on the book. He just kind of watches her, and when she starts beaming at the book he can’t help but kiss her right there. Then they just cuddle and little bit, Veronica on Jug’s lap, reading the book some more.

Girls Like GIrls-

Veronica has to prove Jughead is dead, so she and Betty kinda sorta… make out. Like, a lot. Betty is dating Archie at this point, and he’s the one who gets “mad”. But basically Betty and Veronica end up making out again cuz they spot Donna watching them. Veronica is a bi con, and Betty might be too but everyones in denial so *shrugs*.

Dream Lover-

(Time skip, because I’m lazy) Jughead’s alive again, sadly, his spot at NYU was taken by well, Veronica. Luckily, after pulling some strings, she surprises Jug with a full-ride acceptance letter from NYU starting second semester.

Magic Moments-

Yay! Prom! Barchie gets crowned king and queen (Beronica was kind of forgotten about, but thats fine, because we’re here for Jeronica first). While Betty and Archie are totally lost in each other, Jughead and Veronica are just kind of joking around on the side. While it’s Barchie’s moment, Jeronica is still looking pretty damn cute rn. Also, this becomes Barchie’s song!!

Oxford comma-

The song comes through the speaker at prom, Jughead invites Veronica to dance. As they sway, they gaze at one another like they’re seeing one another for the first time, to the song that started it all.

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And thats it! Thats Jeronica’s story from season one to season four, I hope you have a very merry Christmas and I hope you liked your presents! Also, if anyone feels like adding on to the dialogue or using any of the points in a fic or even making a whole ass fanfiction- please do!! I didn’t do this justice with my mediocre quotes so it would actually be preferred XD.

And again, happy Christmas :))

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flowerfan2 · 5 years ago

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Group Texts Are Ridiculous (Or, Five-0 Starts a Group Text)

Somehow I managed to post Chapter 2 on A03 a few days ago without posting on tumblr... I’m not sure how many people actually depend on tumblr for fic these days, but in case you do, here you go!

McDanno, T, A03

Summary: After 10x22 when Steve leaves Oahu to go find himself, Five-0 starts a group text to keep in touch while Steve’s away. Picks up after the end of Season 10.

Chapter 2

May 20, 2020

SM: Hey, where’s Danny?

LG: With Tani, I think, heading to a crime scene on the north shore. Sure glad to have him back. Otherwise it would have been me getting up at the ass crack of dawn when Duke called.

SM: Does Danny seem ready?

LG: Ready to come back to work? Sure. Shirts are crisp, slacks nicely pressed, hair sprayed firmly in place. Your boy looks great.

SM: Ribs not hurting him anymore?

LG: Maybe a little, but it’s not slowing him down much.

SM: He hasn’t been answering my texts.

LG: Did you do something to piss him off?

SM: Probably. I usually do. Not sure what this time, though.

TR: Don’t stress, boss. Danny’s right here, looking sharp as always. we’re in the car.

SM: Tani, what have I said about no driving and texting?

TR: I’m not - Danny’s driving.

SM: Can I talk to him? Put it on speaker.

TR: That would require you to actually call him. Maybe give it a few minutes though? We’re a little busy right now.

SM: What, he can’t drive and talk on the phone at the same time?

TR: It’s the dodging of bullets that might make that challenging. Not that Danny isn’t a great multi-tasker, but it seems like an unnecessary risk.

SM: Tani, what the hell is going on?

LG: Damn. On my way.

SM: Tani, report, now.

JR: What just happened?

SM: Junior, why aren’t you with Danny? And where’s Quinn?

JR: Day off, sorry sir.

SM: Someone call HPD, why don’t you have any back up?

TR: No worries, the perp’s not chasing us anymore. His car flipped over and sort of slid down the dunes. Probably not good for the birds. But he definitely stopped shooting, so it’s all good.

DW has changed the name of the group text to My Camaro has another bullet hole and it’s Steve’s fault

May 21, 2020

SM: We have to talk about yesterday.

DW: Everything’s fine, Steve.

SM: It didn’t sound like it.

DW: We had it under control.

SM: Why was Tani texting when people were shooting at you? She should have been covering you, or calling for back up. She should have seen it coming. You should never have been in that position in the first place.

DW: One, Tani did nothing wrong, and two, mind your own beeswax.

SM: Mind my own – what’s that supposed to mean?

DW: Think about it for a minute, you’ll figure it out.

SM: Are you even recovered enough for active duty?

DW: Oh, now you’re interested in my health?

SM: Danny, Five-0 is still my team, my responsibility.

DW: Is it, now? Funny, because I’m pretty sure the governor told me I’m in charge.

SM: Temporarily.

DW: Indefinitely. Or have you booked a flight home that you haven’t told us about?

SM: Danny, we’ve been over this.

DW: Don’t I know it.

SM: I’m just concerned about all of you.

DW: Great. Come home and take your job back. Otherwise keep your mouth shut.

SM: I’m not criticizing, it’s just that it doesn’t seem like yesterday went exactly according to plan.

DW: According to plan? Since when have you ever done anything according to plan? You are the head of not having a plan, the Czar of plan-less-ness, the President of who needs a fucking plan.

LG: You guys do remember this is a group text, right?

June 2, 2020

JR: Do any of you know what was in the package Danny got today?

TR: You could just ask him.

JR: I would, but he opened it up and then locked himself in his office and he’s been on the phone for half an hour.

QL: Might be a sign that he wants some privacy.

TR: You think?

JR: So I shouldn’t ask him?

TR: No, you should definitely ask him. But maybe bring him some malasadas when you barge into his office, it might soften the blow.

LG: Or distract him enough that he doesn’t hit your head when he throws something at you.

DW: It’s kind of late for malasadas, but I’d love a sandwich from Machete’s. Turkey and salami, Italian dressing instead of mayo.

JR: Yes sir.

LG: You’re enjoying this boss thing, aren’t you, Danny?

DW: It’s good to be king. At least where lunch is concerned.

TR: So are you going to tell us what was in the package?

DW: Will you do my paperwork for the week?

TR: Yesterday you said I was worse at paperwork than Steve.

DW: Good point. Will you get Junior to do my paperwork?

JR: Hey, wait a minute, I’m getting the sandwiches.

TR: Deal. Don’t worry Junes, I’ll make it worth your while.

LG: TMI, children.

…

LG: Tani, spill. What was in the package?

DW: A stuffed squirrel. A stuffed animal. Not, like, a once was alive squirrel, like a toy.

QL: Who sent it to him?

TR: Apparently that piece of information wasn’t part of the deal.

JR: It’s from Steve.

TR: Danny told you?

JR: No, I looked at the return address. He put the package in the recycle bin in the break room.

DW: At least someone here has some detective skills.

LG: Okay, I’ll bite. Danny, why did Steve send you a squirrel? Is it for Charlie?

DW: Nope, it’s mine. And anyone who touches it is dead.

JR: So… who’s gonna grab it?

LG: Junior, I’d think twice. Danny’s got the power to assign you to walking the beat for the rest of the summer. I think that squirrel looks great right there where it is on Danny’s desk.

TR: He can be our honorary Five-0 mascot.

DW: Exactly. The very first Hawaiian squirrel.

DW: But let me reiterate, you may not touch him. If I see a tiny aloha shirt or a lei on my squirrel, heads will roll.

TR: I like this side of you, Danny. Very authoritative.

DW: The children do not respect me, Lou.

LG: Didn’t the governor say he needed extra security at that concert Saturday night?

DW: The heavy metal battle of the bands? The one that lasts for five hours, and features not just professional bands, but appearances from some of the most popular amateur head-banging groups around? Hm, I think he did. I was going to check with HPD to make sure it was covered. Do you think they need personal attention from Five-0?

TR: Danny, you might notice that a note has just been slipped under your door. It’s from me and Junior, attesting to our sincere understanding that the squirrel is off limits. Just in case you were wondering.

DW: And all is right with the world again.

LG: Amen, brother.

TR: But just out of curiosity, what are you going to name your apology squirrel? Pineapple?

DW: Thin ice, my friend, thin ice.

TR has changed the name of the group text to First Hawaiian Squirrel Fan Club

June 20, 2020

JR: Anyone want to come over and watch Jurassic Park with me and Charlie? We went a little overboard with the snacks.

LG: What kind of snacks?

JR: Primarily pretzels. For some reason I had never really looked that closely at the pretzel aisle at Foodland before. We got chocolate covered pretzels, pretzels stuffed with peanut butter, honey garlic pretzels, and probably some others too.

TR: What brought on this pretzel craving?

JR: Actually Charlie wanted pineapple pretzels.

LG: There is no such thing.

JR: That’s what I thought too, but it turns out I was totally wrong. The ABC store on my block has them.

LG: You are shitting me.

JR: They’re called Pretz. Pineapple flavor. They’re actually pretty good.

LG: Okay, I’m coming over just to taste those. Renee’s out tonight anyway.

TR: You’ll have to save me some. I’m hanging with Koa tonight.

LG: And what does our fearless leader think about pineapple pretzels?

JR: He probably won’t like them, but he’s not home.

TR: Babysitting, Junes?

JR: Charlie’s my pal, he’s not a baby. But yeah.

TR: Where’s Danny?

JR: On a date.

TR: That seems unlikely.

JR: That’s kind of harsh, isn’t it? Danny’s a good looking guy.

TR: Of course he is, that’s not what I meant.

DW: Thanks.

TR: Fuck I keep forgetting we’re all on this text.

JR: Danny, how’s your date going?

DW: It would probably be going better if I wasn’t texting you guys.

SM: Learned that lesson finally, did you?

DW: Steve, isn’t it a little late where you are?

SM: Never too late to help out a friend. Are you wearing the French blue button-down?

DW: No, it got ruined. I’m just wearing a black polo.

SM: Too bad, that’s a great shirt.

DW: I’m going to the mall tomorrow, there’s a sale at Lord & Taylor, I need new shirts. For some reason mine keep getting blood stains on them.

SM: Wish I could go with you, you do better with a wingman.

DW: It’s true, you talked me into buying two of those slim fit dark blue ones, and those are some of my favorites.

SM: Don’t be afraid to try darker shades, Danny. You resist it but in the end you look great.

DW: I did like the dark gray one you made me try on. But not the purple one. It made me look like a gigolo. Anyway blue’s still my favorite.

SM: It’s true, nothing makes your eyes sparkle like a blue shirt.

DW: And good company, of course.

LG: I feel like this thread has been hijacked by aliens.

TR: Aliens who like menswear. Danny, isn’t your date annoyed that you’re spending all this time texting?

DW: Oh, she left. I’ll be home soon, I’m just picking up some ice cream for the Jurassic Park marathon.

JR: I’m so confused.

SM: Don’t overthink it. But make sure Danny tries the pineapple pretzels.

#mcdanno #H50 #H50 fic #Hawaii Five-0 #Danny Williams #Steve McGarrett

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fgodestinyawakenings · 6 years ago

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EOR SE.RA.PH Singularity: Act 4

Leaving the final Act and epilogue... Hopefully this can be done before going back to JP, especially given Reines Case files is ending way earlier than Seraph. I’m heading out for Doujima in the weekend, and grinding for Eater X is going to be hell

Act 4 (1/4)

After beating Caesar... It’s still not surprising that there’s more Servants left on the rear side, Cat. Then again... At least no one fell for his smooth-talking this time round. If anything, yes, Cat is one of our iron chef in Chaldea Kitchen!

Gaining Lip immediately as Tamamo Cat’s next disciple... Thankfully she avoided going to actual Beni-Enma’s Hell’s Kitchen to learn. Seeing Melt happy for Lip being able to speak up without worrying on other’s opinions, she eventually appreciate Gudas for not killing her back then. And that’s no way to shoo Emiya Alter away, Cat!

Cat’s case is still surprising for me so far. None of them are Alter Egos class yet potentially to be one... Or given in Lostbelt there’s already one debatable to be either Assassin or Alter Ego. Something that surprise Melt never realized it until now, except Lip

Melt then explained to Cat what part of BB they were based on as she and Lip are completely different from each other. In basic term, Melt is a sadist and Lip is a masochist which hence they are a good pair to each other.

Emiya Alter returns once Melt finished revealing more about herself, asking if Suzuka is the only Sentinel left. With Melt’s guess on where Suzuka is, our next destination is to head for the spine

Before Emiya Alter suggest we take back BB’s advice to defeat Suzuka again the same way we defeat Lip. But, aside from the issue Suzuka has with the original Tamamo... Hope Tama Cat has a way to beat her down then

Act 4 (2/4)

A dead end instead of a path to the Spine... A good question to learn.... It turns out Sakurament is basically QP where BB make us do the dirty work to collect all even if it’s not necessary. Yeah, I didn’t church allowed sending asshole Arnold to talk to us too, Cat

No shit, we don’t even know about Seraphix in the first place. Anyway, looks like Arnold got the map of the Planetarium we’re looking for. I think he’s more than just cog in the machine, Emiya Alter.... But, we’ll need to settle that later. I think there could be worse people to be in charge, Melt...

Though, we got 25 hours+ left aka 15 minutes before Seraphix sink to the bottom. Thank you for your concern, Lip. But we need to focus on the bigger issue to find Suzuka and get to the planetarium. Guys, Gudas really appreciate your concern for them, BUT LET’S NOT DO SOMETHING CRAZY AS DECIDING TO THROW THEM OUT FOR SERVANTS TO EAT AS MUCH I’D LIKE TO!

And despite their bickering or so, both Lip and Melt are really close to each other. Or, at least once they develop more sense of self and others, they really care for each other a lot. Also again, you’re hiding something, aren’t you, Melt? Nevertheless, we’re still trusting you, no matter what

After Melt giving another talk to the Gudas about herself, we move on to find Suzuka!

Act 4 (3/4)

Reaching to the temple soon... We’re definitely close with Tama Cat confirming her presence. Emiya Alter briefly mentions about who Suzuka is and her historical deeds in the past. To be honest, I don’t know who’s real or not but Tamamo originally IS a nine-tail fox.

Lip’s turn to mention about her tragic love story that she was known for. Yeah for someone supposed to be intellect, I’m guessing all of it went to her high school chunnibyou. Though have to admit, her strength is something with her bloodlust craving for fights.

At the mention of Masters.... WE DEFINITELY HAVE NOT SEEN A SINGLE ONE ASIDE FROM GUDAS! What the hell?! This is still one of the biggest mystery that has been yet to solve...

Anyway, reached her temple at last. Suzuka is right there all ready to kick our ass again. Before that, where’s your Master, Suzuka? .... Okay, looks like she don’t even know who her Master is.... Regardless, we’re not letting you touch Tristan to settle your score for the Holy Grail.

5~6 turns later... That’s some fucking gimmick to keep herself alive until the finals of the Holy Grail War. Wait Melt... Before we throw that key away, there should be a way to use it from that defective AI. And shut up, Arnold! Spectators should just keep quiet and watch!

And you, Suzuka! Are you okay being that stupid, useless and inferior AI’s Servant?! YEAH, I’M CALLING YOU A FLUNKY, CHUNNIBYOU! Tama’s right, you’re nothing but a puppet to that stupid AI right now! If you’re really planning to follow your Master’s wish, then let’s end this properly!!

Thanks to Tama Cat’s trap... Time to unlock her heart! I’m feeling sorry for Hakunos at this point.... Relax we don’t event want to do this. Blame the fucking writer who needs everything to be a sex scene.

One showdown of Suzuka and her boyfriend Hijikata later.... Not so fast on the dramatic suicide, Suzuka! Yeah, you’re definitely way too dramatic, Suzuka! There’s such thing of people dying of a broken heart... But, you’re perfectly fine! For a previously married divine goddess, there’s nothing about you like a high school girl...

Argh enough drama! Cat, do your job and smack-talk some sense into her! And we’re the winner, so we decided you get to live or not. And, we take the former of you living to join us! I’ll pass on your friend request... Social media been avoiding weird people to add later on Facebook in particular

Before we go back, another earthquake? Wait... This is..... The Demon God Pillar Zepar!! Why the---What the fuck?! It turned the whole area upside down!! We’re saved, but Melt took the hit for Gudas!!!

I don’t think they can understand us, Lip! And if we’re at the lowest... Oh fuck that’s where Zepar is supposed to be reborn!!!

Eight hours before we bottom! And we’re already long before you start yapping, Arnold! We’re going to save Melt, so no, we’re not going back without Melt! Lastly, you’re not even the boss of us so peace out!

Suzuka’s direction is helpful now we can get back to business. Enough of arguing who’s coming, and don’t you implied Lip’s weight, Suzuka! It’s just you and Gudas, so do your job properly.

Meanwhile, Melt woken up to remember she fallen while saving the Gudas. The Rejection Calf aka the Disposal area... Her legs broke from the fell back there. Her body has really hit her limit ever since the arrival of Gudas. Closing her eyes, she reminiscence her memories with the Gudas and more about her true thoughts.

Thankfully, the Gudas picked her out of there before she got destroyed once and for all. Gripping tight of her hand and ignoring the harem yapping, we got to get out of there before 3 Shapeshifter, 3 Eaters and 1 fucking giant Rider boar coming at us!!!

.... And there’s more! Yup, I agree with you there, Suzuka. THIS IS COMPLETELY FUCKING BULLSHIT!!! Hey, don’t forget the rope to get us out of there!! And... The rope was cut?! What the hell?!!

But... Tristan is here and he managed to save us! Oh right, you flew with that harp of yours in Halloween event.... That’s another way to get us out of there, or not. Let’s create a camp session until someone picked up up. Tempting to beat Arnold, but that’s a goner. Wait, Cruel Thenar... Melt’s former workplace? .... I guess a pathetic AI decided to use her brains for once to save us

Ah typical loser who decided to squish the final two contestant just to get her reward. Well, where’s our supposed next battle with you? Now? Yeah yeah, you may have a certain thing like Tiamat, Goetia and so on. You’re in the end just an AI who felt the need to better herself than everyone at how fucking weak you really are. A sad case, truly.

Hold on, mistake? Weren’t you the one started this whole stupid mess?! How the hell did things fucked up!! And knew it, obviously she’s going to send us down than up

Meanwhile... Good thing Arnold’s not a Master, otherwise, I’d like to see him the first Master get betrayed and screwed by his Servant. Considering he heartlessly get both his Director and Deputy Director killed... And now trying to get Gudas to obey him by force

And since Emiya Alter is here? Or the one who betrayed us too.... Yeah, thank you for doing everyone a favor to kill him. It’s about time someone needs to kill off that irritating character. And Mable? Oh why her?! Wait... You killed them to prevent Animusphere experiment...?

But the voice that attacked Emiya Alter... OKAY WHAT THE FUCK? That’s like an interior of a demon pillar! I thought we killed that!! This person talking to Emiya Alter is someone he knew well, given how they now spoke about themselves...

And the bloodied past, of Emiya Alter... Taunting him as the whole screen now turned bloody too. So, they are the ones who killed Gawain too! Whatever Emiya Alter have his reason, he needed to kill them in our world since he already know what they will be like in a certain distant future.

Act 4 (4/4)

Definitely right at the bottom of where Melt’s workplace originally is... At the most painful landing ever. Melt then explained Cruel Thenar was once a place to excavated oil... Aka finding leylines in truth. Oh, you want us to enter your heart?

That makes things easier in a sense. Nah, it’s fine, it’s more annoying to beat around the bush, Lip. Yeah we got the key after we ripped off from that AI before falling down. Well... At least, we got a job to do. Oh please, not all of Gudas are interested in woman. There’s this called of “I’m gay and my life is hell in a harem manga”, so there. With Lip’s advice, time to enter her heart to unlock this area!

And WE’RE FUCKING DONE WITH HER! DW just give us a fucking Anti-Alter Ego class already!!! But with that down, Melt then showed us a way to the Planetarium via her territory. And.... We’re back at the front! That’s enough rest, you’re coming with us back to the church. So keep quiet or we’ll drop and break your legs here!

No one is here to greet us... Where did Mable and Arnold go? What the... Emiya Alter is not even here! Before that... Some AI dropped a nice invitation to go beat her up. Hey, it’s not like we didn’t beat her over and over again like she deserved it under Martha’s punch.

That’s right, Tristan. It’s gone far too long for this Holy Grail War. With Melt back at the chapel resting, we head off to the core to get Ruler Martha, Amakusa and Jeanne to gang up on her.

After we left, Melt then begans her own monologue. Thinking there should be a way out for Gudas, she hope Suzuka, Tristan and Cat eventually found a way to do so.

And really done for the day... Literally.... Because all my energy was wasted in walking with an eventually broken shoe, running back to my house to wear a new one before heading for my interview is gone. Plus, today’s also happened to be one of the many worst days.... I’m going to need sleep before grinding some quest for KP

#fgo #fate grand order #the shit I shit myself into #SERAPH singularity #SERAPH NA #at this rate one is going to be sacrificed for another...#and that's very tempting to skip JP at this point #but I'm already nearing to the end....#i'm really worn out... OTL

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moombamastar · 6 years ago

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Things I want from Season 12,

An actual character arc for the Doctor. Jodie’s great and 13′s lovable as heck, but this entire season felt like nothing but an introduction to her personality and values, and I feel like there was room for more than just that. The Doctor never really felt like she was challenged, or like she was learning/changing/growing. The closest we got was in the Tsuranga Conundrum, where she was forced to acknowledge that she wasn’t always in the right or didn’t always know better than everyone else. I loved that. Especially after so many years of the Doctor being so, so self important. So for Season 12 let’s just take that and spin it into a whole proper character arc.

A character arc.. OR SOMETHING for Yaz. Everything between Ryan and Graham this season was great, I’d even say it was the highlight of the season. But Yaz meanwhile didn’t really seem to get much of anything to do. Even Demons of the Punjab was more her grandmother’s story than hers. We know that Yaz is is capable, and brave, and kind, but I still feel like we barely know who she is. So for Season 12, let’s give her a character arc with the same quality as Ryan and Graham’s. It can have to do with her family, or her job, or... anything. Just... ANYTHING. Please.

Better LGBT representation, I mean honestly. The representation in this season has been really groundbreaking for Doctor Who, but not so much when it comes to the portrayal of queer people. We got a woman with a dead wife. King James showing unreciprocated interest in Ryan while simultaneously being a huge piece of shit. And then to top it off, a guy who gets murdered literally seconds after he mentions having a boyfriend. That. Sucked. And I’m going to be side-eying Chibnall for a very long time because of that. I mean my god, how simple would it have been to just make Mitch a woman or Lin a man and have them keep their romantic interest in each other? It’s so easy to do better than this... So do better.

Time Lords, give’me Time Lordsssss.I don’t necessarily share a lot of people’s disappointment over the lack of familiar DW lore or aliens this season. I think the longer you keep a dalek or cyberman offscreen, the bigger of a deal it feels when one shows up. But I am so ready to see the Time Lords make a proper return. Moffat brought them back for better or worse, the Doctor knows how to find them, they know how to find the Doctor... so let’s just get to it. I really want to see how they fit into the universe and the Doctor’s life after everything that’s happened, and I wouldn’t mind seeing them reimagined in much the same way daleks were in Resolution.

Susan.This isn’t really something I specifically wanted from Chibnall’s era of Doctor Who, it’s just something I’ve been wanting for a long time. Carole Ann Ford is still alive, and to not take advantage of that to bring Susan back and finally give the character some proper explanation and closure, seems so bizarre to me. But idk, maybe they’re already working on that. Maybe Susan is this mysterious “Timeless Child” that was hinted at. Who knows?

And lastly, let 13 reunite with River Song. This isn’t really a serious desire or expectation on my part, it’s just something that would make me supremely happy.

#ranting into the void that used to be tumblr #doctor who #series 11 spoilers #season 11 spoilers #series 12 #season 12

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imagine-wannaone · 7 years ago

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Lee Daehwi Royalty Au

•Royals aren’t just naturally elegant and full of manners, • Oh no, you realise that when you see Seongwoo challenge Woojin to see who can fit the most marshmallows in their mouth, • A real eye opener right there, • So yanno, there’s one person who has to teach them how to be royal and elegant and everything like that because they’re supposed to be role models, • So that’s your job, • And boy do they make it hard, • You grew up in an average class family, but your parents thought it was important to know your manners even if you weren’t a Nobel or high up, • So that’s what you did I guess, • You went to those etiquette classes and read a few books and were a natural at being classy™ • Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s hours of hard work, • You’re not entirely sure how you ended up working in the royal palace with all the princes at such a young age but here you are, • Your parents both got made redundant at the same time, so money was scarce, • But when the Job popped up it offered somewhere to stay and a living for you, with some money to send back to your parents, • The old etiquette teacher quit from stress, • 11 boys were too many for him rip, • And I guess the king and queen thought changing it up may help so you were found and bought in even though some of the princes were older than you?? • But yeah, you understand why the last teacher quit from stress, because you know the boys know what you’re talking about, • I mean in public services 6 times out of 10 they’re as they’re expected to be, • The other 4 times are hilarious if a little inappropriate for their position, • But they seem to have fun giving you grief, • I mean they make you laugh and despaired, there is no in-between, • But you only teach Prince Daehwi and Guanlin regularly because the others are older and have apparently got the hang of it, • You beg to differ, • Has no one else seen Jaehwan trip up on 90% of all carpets, send goofy looks to his brothers to draw their laughter and accidentally rip his blazer in a formal interview, • But honestly you wouldn’t want him to be any different, he’s funny and genuine, even if it’s not in a traditionally royal way, • But that’s where your lessons get blurry, • You teach them the traditions of etiquette and grace and manners, • But it’s totally not as if you also maybe encourage them to be themselves and goofy as well. . . • You don’t know this but that’s why the queen employed you, because honestly you’re just genuine, • Who needs to know what fork to use when it’s cAKe??, • But you still have a duty, • And Prince Daehwi seems oblivious, • You wish you were oblivious honestly, • You’re sat trying to show him how to walk with grace or something and He’s great at it, • But at events?

• At parades? • He’s bouncing along adorably and it’s great but GrAce, • You show him the proper fork to use for a main meal, • WHy Is hE EaTinG tHaT RoaSt DinNeR WiTh a sPOoN???? • Did he just…use his hands??? • Are those shoes not polished?? Daehwi doesn’t even need to polish his own shoes and yet they’re scuffed? • And did he just laugh while drinking water and spray Jihoon? • Poor boy doesn’t deserve the disrespect, • It’s the middle of a speech from the queen and Daehwi loudly snorts at something that Jaehwan whispers to him, causing 11 boys to have a not so silent mental breakdown, • Tears streaming down faces honestly a whole mess, • You almost scream but you’re not supposed to scream, • You have to flail around in your bed in frustration in secret, • You, out of anyone, know that it’s tedious and yeah, a little pointless maybe, • But he’s supposed to do it, being royalty isn’t all that fun, and this is just another downfall of having everyone’s judging eyes constantly on you, • The only reason you get so frustrated, • Is because Daehwi is a perfect student in your ‘lessons’, • He does everything perfectly with grace and composure, • And the odd cheeky smile or teasing comment towards you, • But generally soft, • But forgets everything when you’re not around, • And you wouldn’t mind if he wasn’t so good with you, • Like you knew from the begging there was going to be no hope for Jaehwan let’s be real, • (lmao it sounds like i’m picking on him but Jaehwan a fave DW), • But you’re constantly deceived by Daehwi,

• But the truth?

• While it’s frustrating, you find the prince purely adorable and love him for his moments with no composure,

• Like when he flat out fell asleep in your 'class room’ • You’d be offended but you don’t really blame him, • You just think maybe he shouldn’t be the next king, • And you love how genuine and real he is and that, yeah maybe he doesn’t put on the perfect etiquette persona the princes are expected to have, • But he has his own way of manners and an original charm and a way to show people respect and his royal nature without obvious actions or language, • I mean boy he’s charmed you to death, • Daehwi doesn’t have a lot of duties as a prince as he’s still young, in fact he’s the second youngest, • So as you’re around the same age as him and have some spare time in the palace, • (as an employee of royalty you live in the west wing of the palace with the other employees), • You spend a moderate amount of time together, a time with strictly no talk of acting 'proper’ • So when Daehwi has no meetings or public services or any duties, you just do the things normal teens do, but love it even more because it’s a rarity, • He comes and sits on your bed with you as you listen to music or chat about one of the new maids hairstyle, • He shows you the music he makes, • Because being royalty isn’t going to stand in the way of Daehwi and music, • And you show him your art or dances or whatever you’ve recently taken interest in, • You joke about stupid stuff and sit in silence contemplating your lives, • You sneak snacks, share and decode homework together, • (because both of you still get homework, which drives you mad but you get it), • In the long run you and Daehwi actually get really close despite the fact he’s a prince and you’re hired to teach him about manners despite your young age, • And who can’t fall for such a soft, genuine and fun dude? • You can, that’s for sure, • And boy do you fall, • But you’re a professional, so you manage to ignore it the best you can, • But one thing about him is a huge mystery, • Whether he actually forgets his etiquette or whether he does it on purpose, • Because sometimes in royal events you’re present, • In parades you’ll be in a certain area, in dinners you’ll be a fill in waiter, in speeches you’ll always stand to one side in a special area, • And sometimes you swear he looks at you whilst 'forgetting’ some of your teachings, • so you’re left questioning him constantly, • So you finally decide to go and ask him because you’ve forever been unsure, • So you’re sat on your bed with Daehwi watching a dance cover video, • Because they’re cool as shit I mean have y'all seen k-tigers or East2West??? Damn cool, • And you just sit up all of a sudden and stare at Daehwi for a second, • Can’t blame you, • “Daehwi, do you really forget all the proper stuff I tell you about or do you just ignore it?” • His eyes snap to you and his soft lips display a slightly sheepish but mischievous smile, • “Took you a couple of years, but you caught me y/n” • You raise your eyebrows and fall back, letting out a little laugh, • You’d be mad but this is Daehwi, and you simply cannot be mad at him, you never find a good enough reason, • “Why’d you do that you idiot” • You sit up quickly and tap his head playfully, needing answers, • You were definitely gunna scold Daehwi for at least a month and steal all his comfy non public clothes, • Ultimate pay back, • “ Well, I don’t really know. I guess I just wanted catch your eye,” • His cheeks redden as you laugh in time with the butterflies in your stomach, your own face gaining a darker shade, •"Well that’s stupid, you always catch my eyes. You’re so cute,“ • Words flow out of your mouth and although you didn’t exactly plan on saying what you do, you keep your composure, • As always, • "I do?” • The way Daehwi splutters in surprise is adorable and makes you laugh a little, • A dork, honestly, • But then you think over what he said for a split second and something in his words confuse you, • “Of course, but why would you want to catch my eye?” • You’re interested in the answer, honestly perplexed by how Daehwi’s mind works and determined to figure it out, • Daehwi turns the phone off, the dance that used to illuminate the screen now dark and plain, • “Why wouldn’t I want to catch the eye of the person that holds my heart,” • So he finally remembers to talk in a formal charming way but it has BacK FIrED, • You’re dead, • He’s cheesy, • And your soul has departed from your body, • “Your what now?” • When he laughs at your response, cheery and young and hopeful, you know what he means, • “Heart, y/n, the one that keeps you alive. You hold my life line,” • He laughs at you, falling back in giggle and an oversized fluffy jumper that you definitely approve of, • You fall back next to him, lying side by side with your heart floating, • “Ah that thing. What if I wanted to use it for the wrong reasons, though, Daehwi?” • You ponder teasingly, moving your head to look at his soft profile, smiling slightly in content, • “I know you, y/n, you wouldn’t, it’s not proper,” • He teased back, unwilling to lose this battle, • “You’re right there,” • You sigh, fully happy and feeling high as the sky, • And the feeling doesn’t go away.

#lee daehwi #daehwi #wanna one #wanna1 #imagine #fluff #headcanons #oneshot #royalty au #wanna one imagine #wanna one oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #scenario #wanna one scenario #wow tags are hard #i always forget what to write #og admin

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malecsecretsanta · 7 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @dysthymicalec!

“Commander! Commander! The bridge …” Simon yelled and then trailed off into panting. Alec could hear him against his office door and he sighed into his paperwork mountain, that boy really needed to do more cardio training. Alec made a quick mental note that he would log Simon in for extra PT hours over the next week.

“What about the bridge?” Alec asked turning to the keypad to re-enable his coms and open his door.

“The bridge … the bridge …” Simons says hysterically as Alec watches him come into view through the opening door.

“What about the bridge?” Alec demanded as he got up from his desk and attached his weapons belt to his hip.

“Its on fire!”

“What ?!” Alec screeched. “Next time lead with that!”

He barged past Simon flicking on his ear piece as he went. Simon struggled to keep up as Alec sprinted down the winding hallways.

Alec could hear screams and the ships coms blaring long before he reached the central command station. By the time he was near the command room’s door he’d already noticed damage and fire in other areas of the ship. He screamed for Jace and Izzy as he reached for the phaser blade on his hip.

What the hell had happened since he’d left Jace into Alpha 1 position? Alec wondered. The unit in Alec’s ear was buzzing in and out but he could barely hear it over the screams and the sounds of fire crackling. The worst of it seemed to be from the forecourt and docking stations so Alec orders more soldiers into the areas and over-rides the ships systems to open the fire dampeners.

“Jace!” Alec screamed with relief as he spots his brother standing on the bridge giving orders. “What happened?”

Jace is covered in blood and slightly singed but he has his phaser blade out and his runes are glowing with his power.

“We were hooked by foreigners. Possible hostiles. Probably DW members.” Jace speaks as he jogs towards the areas where their teams haven’t quite contained the fires.

“The fires and explosions Jace?”

“Nebulous magic Izzy thinks.”

“Where are the hostiles Jace?” Alec asks. He needs to get down there and figure out what the hell is going on as soon as possible.

“Being contained by Izzy and her team.”

Alec nodded and tapped Jace’s shoulder in thanks before heading towards their Magic and Threat containment centre. He checks in with a few of his team members and makes sure everyone is alright on his way. It seems most of the magic was smoke and mirrors, literally. There seems to be less damage to the crew and ship than Alec expected and Alec can’t help but be relieved and a little pleased; they really don’t have the resources for a major incident at the moment.

Alec taps his code into the first secure door of the MT centre and goes through into the decontamination room. Once he’s through the secure doors and has been checked for any trace chemicals or magic Alec heads into the room, following Izzy’s melodic Latin.

He looks up from the portable unit he’s been checking and is shocked into stillness; the most beautiful man he’s ever seen is stood beside his sister, handcuffed and in a sealed cell. He has arms that Alec swears he’s had dreams about and his face is strong, balanced. The mans eyes though; his eyes are the most beautiful things Alec has ever seen and he’s seen everything this side of the milky way.

Izzy coughs and the look in her eye says all he needs to know. Shit. He’s definitely going to hear about this later. He moves on from that to focus on the problem at hand. One disaster at a time.

Alec surveys the prisoners in front of him and begins planning. He sends orders to several squads via his portable unit and then turns back to Izzy. “Is everyone alright?”

“Yes. All of the crew seems okay, no major injuries.”

“And the prisoners?” Alec asked, staring into the golden eyes of the man in the cell in front of him, hardly paying attention to the other prisoners at all. The man seemed to be following their conversation though Alec knew he couldn’t actually hear them from inside the cell.

“Magic users. DW members. Stronger than any we’ve ever seen before.” Izzy says as she flicks through her findings. “This” She flicks her gaze to the gorgeous man beside her “is Magnus Bane. His magic has quite the signature.” Izzy winks and then gestures to all the prisoners. “Have at them.”

Alec opens communications with the cells. “Who’s your leader?” He asks looking over the four men and two women in cells in front of him. They all glare at him for a moment before the gorgeous man with the amazing eyes steps forward and nods.

“I’m Magnus Bane. I am the Commander of this party.”

Alec nods and Izzy continues to make quick taps on her pad to add to her findings.

“I’m Alec Lightwood and I am the head of this fleet and commander of this ship.”

Alec watches Magnus’s eyes flick over him with a look that looks almost like disappointment All of his crew member’s eyes harden and their fingers twitch as though they’re desperately trying to use their magic while the bindings hold it down. He changes his plan at the sight; these people hate him and if its for the reasons he’s afraid of he needs to get their leader to believe him before he even has a chance to convince the crew.

“Well Magnus” Alec says as he opens the door to Magnus’s cell. “Please follow me to my office.”

He can felt five glares boring into the side of his head and he can’t read the expression in Magnus’s eyes but he does move to follow him so Alec takes it as a start.

Magnus follows the unfairly gorgeous Lightwood out of the room where his crew is held. He’s pleasantly surprised that he’s not blind folded and he’s glad the torture hasn’t started yet but he does wish he could still feel his magic. Its odd being without it; more exposing than being naked. He knows that the crew need to have a serious conversation when they get out of here. He refuses to believe that they won’t get out of this; taken down by the circle and Lightwoods at that, he can’t help but cringe at the thought.

Magnus wonders if they would have had more luck with Luke’s Trojan horse plan or with Raphael’s dead-or-alive-take-them-all plan. It’s too late now any way and if Magnus knows anything its that its not worth living in the past. He looks at the magnificent shoulders and high firm ass of the man walking in front of him. Oh if only that body belonged to anyone but Lightwood.

He wonders where the older generation of lightwoods and circle members are. Everyone he’s seen on this ship has to be younger than thirty. Not that he particularly wants to catch up with the Lightwoods or Valentine; the last time he had seen them they had been torturing him and had killed half of his friends.

Magnus wonders if these people are as bad as their parents. He prays to all the deities he watched societies invent that these people are at least no worst than every other circle member he’s met.

Lightwood, Alec he’d said, looks over his shoulder and his eyes seem thoughtful but not cold. Magnus wonders suddenly if something could go right for him for the first time in a hundred years. Maybe he could trick Alec? Or bribe him? Maybe even seduce him? Magnus can feel his whole body stir with that thought. Oh it would be no hardship to seduce this man.

Alec sits at his desk and gestures for Magnus to take the seat across from him. Magnus sits and folds his cuffed hands in his lap.

“Would you like a drink? Something to eat, maybe? We have quite a few things to discuss here tonight. “

He pulls a few drinks and some sandwiches from the locker beside his desk and offers them to Magnus. Magnus shakes his head with suspicion in his eyes. Oh my lord, he thinks I’m going to poison him. Alec shudders but hardens his resolve and his spine and leaves the food on the table.

“First things first, I think the reason you attacked us and the reason you’re not dead yet are the same.”

Magnus seems shocked by his honesty but then tips his head as if in consideration.

“Magnus this ship and its crew does not belong to the Circle. I command the fleet The Alliance. Our parents committed horrendous atrocities against your people and we are deeply sorry but we are no part of it.”

Magnus can feel everything he knows rattling around in his head. He wishes he could believe Alec but considering what he’d just thought about doing to get out of this situation this was most likely a trap. He looks into Alec’s sad but open eyes and his little encouraging smile. He seems tentatively hopeful; as though he is completely desperate for Magnus to believe him.

Before he can even consider all the possibilities of this situation the ship lurches to the side and Magnus can hear heavy fire, most likely from more than one source. He looks across at Alec who’s already sending commands through his ear piece and checking the ship on his desk unit.

The room judders and everything that isn’t secured flies through the air. Alec’s drink slips from the desk and splashes across the floor. Magnus reaches for his magic and feels the burn of it being suppressed. He can feel his panic rising; they’re under attack and he doesn’t have his magic. All of his crew are bound and helpless; they’re going to die he thinks before he pulls himself together sharply. Who the hell is attacking them?

Alec hears the blasters firing before he even feels the ship start to take hits. He can hear the ships alarms blaring and all of the ships damage is popping up on his desk unit. Jace and Izzy are sending commands over the radios. He can hear their crews screams through his ear piece.

“Fuck! It’s the circle!”

“It’s the circle!”

Alec stares at Magnus as they both shout simultaneously.

“Free me! I can help “Magnus screams as they both hear running in the halls and the shots get closer.

With barely a thought Alec is up and around the desk using his stele to unlock Magnus’s bindings as he hears across the radio that Izzy is freeing the Down Worlder’s there too.

As Magnus’s bindings come free the door bursts open and circle members stream into Alec’s office. Magnus is up and wielding his magic in seconds. His arms flex and his eyes glow and he looks so ethereal Alec wants to stare but he can’t, turning to hold off three circle members with his phaser blade.

He gets the first two circle members down quickly but the third is holding out. Alec gets in a decent body swipe before he feels his shoulder ripped open by the circle members blade. Grunting in pain he pushes forward again just as he hears Magnus scream. He gives up on not killing the circle member and with a broad stroke decapitates the last man fighting him and looks over his shoulder at Magnus. Magnus is holding three circle members off even as blood drips from a nasty cut to his side but a fourth has snuck around and is about to shoot Magnus in the head. Alec doesn’t spare a thought but draws his blaster and shoots the man before he even notices Alec has drawn his weapon. As the circle member collapses Magnus manages to get his opponents knocked out and they both turn to each other with chests heaving.

“Well done.” Alec says nodding to the circle members Magnus put down.

“More like medium rare.” Magnus says with a grin and a wink as he nods toward the singed man Alec killed. “So, a drink after this?”

Alec grins and nods. They turn and run down the hallway towards the fighting; together.

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Regenerate Nine Day: Just hold on

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 12/?.

Pairings: Human!Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler.

Synopsis: "He was walking to his car, passing close to a small dark alleyway when he heard a small cry. He stopped, surprised, and listened. It could just have been a cat, but if it wasn’t, he had to make sure of it."

A/N: Today is Regenerate Nine Day (9/9) and so I've decided to repost all the one-shots I've written about the Ninth Doctor, whether they are DW verse or not to celebrate this fantastic Doctor. The first shot to be post is a rewriting of Journey's end.

“A hero is somebody who is selfless, who is generous in spirit, who just tries to give back as much as possible and help people. A hero to me is someone who saves people and who really cares.” - Debi Mazar.

JUST HOLD ON:

It was late that night and Maxence Spitz had just stopped working. He was working as a home nurse and had been visiting his patients all day. Now he was exhausted and really wanted to go back home. Maybe he would find some pizzeria or fast food open all night to eat something before going straight to his bed. Today had been a long day, but he wasn’t complaining. He loved his job and he loved people, he loved hearing their stories about their everyday life. He was a good listener and people often talked to him about everything, saying that he always knew what to say to them. There were things he didn’t know though, some questions he couldn’t answer and that always left him a bit sad but he couldn’t do much about it except learning, and learning was also something he was good at. But sometimes the theory wasn’t enough to face the reality of things. He was gonna learn it just now. He was walking to his car, passing close to a small dark alleyway when he heard a small cry. He stopped, surprised, and listened. It could just have been a cat, but if it wasn’t, he had to make sure of it. His instinct was telling him it wasn’t just a stray cat, and if someone needed him, he had to go and see. There was another small cry. It was definitely human. Maxence pulled out his phone and switched on the torch. He started walking in the alleyway, calling out for whoever was there. The whimpers stopped as soon as the person heard him. He kept looking though. Someone needed help and he was surely one of the right persons for this job. He listened closely to everything around him, trying to find where the whimpers had come from. He was leading the small light of his phone around the dark alleyway that was stinking with long forgotten rubbish. His phone beeped and when he looked at it, he realised his battery was low. His phone was gonna shut off and he would be left in the dark. He cursed under his breath and started looking his pockets and into his medical bag if he had any torch. Why would he when he had a phone? He was muttering at how stupid he was not to have taken his pocket charger when anyone could need him and call him at any time. He finally managed to find a small torch in the bottom of his medical bag and pulled it out. He switched off the phone light and put it in his pocket. He was left in the dark for a few seconds, and in that few seconds, he heard noises. Like someone trying to get up and run away, but slumping back on the floor instead. His professional instinct was already on the alert. He knew someone needed his help. So, he switched on his torch and kept walking in the alleyway. He felt like he was in a damn movie. One of those where the dark alleyway was full of monsters waiting to get their hands on him. No one knew what the darkness was hiding, and that was why so many people were afraid of the dark. Maxence had been one of those people when he was younger, but now it wasn’t bothering him anymore. Even if the dark alleyway was currently sending shivers down his spine as if some threat was really hiding in the shadows. He took a deep breath, trying to get a hold of himself. He knew how to defend himself. If anything came out of the shadows, he would be able to fight it. At least a little. He wasn’t really a fighter. He just knew how to defend himself if he was attacked. His mother had insisted for him to take some self-defence lessons since he was always going home so late. Until now nothing had happened to him, but it was reassuring to know how to react if anything happened. He sank more into the darkness of the alleyway. His small torch was just giving him enough light to see where he was going but it was barely lightning the darkness. They were too deep. As he was walking further into the darkness of the alleyway, the smell of rubbish became stronger and unbearable, but there was another smell. A smell he knew too well. A smell of sweet metallic pungency. A smell of blood. He walked a bit faster, pushing away the smell of rubbish to focus on the smell of blood. Someone was hurt, and as he walked past two huge wheelie bins, he heard the whimpers again. He stopped and pointed around the two bins. The whimpers were more audible now, and there were whimpers of pain for sure. The light of his torch caught the tip of a foot. He steered up to find the body of a small woman hunched up there, between the bins, hiding in the darkness not to be found. Maxence immediately kneeled down close to the woman and looked for a pulse. There was one. A strong one. Good. It meant she was still alive. His professional side took over him, and he started examining her with the small beam of his torch. He stuck it between his teeth and carefully turned the woman over so she would be facing him. He almost dropped his torch when her face came into the light. Her face was swollen in most places and bruises were already forming. Her bottom lip was cut, her nose was bleeding and there were dried tears on her cheeks. An earring must have been ripped off her ear considering the wound he could see. He continued his exam, looking for fractures, more important wounds, and he found more bruises and even old scars. This woman had been beaten badly, and that wasn’t the first time it happened. She needed to be taken in charge quickly. He pulled out his phone. It wasn’t off yet. He could still call the emergency services for them to give him some help. He was dialling the number when the woman weakly grabbed his hand and looked at him with pleading eyes. He had thought she was unconscious, but she was still clinging to the consciousness and when he looked into her eyes – at least, the one she would keep open a bit – he saw a look of pure terror. She tried to talk, to plead with him to do something, or not to do anything. Her voice was so weak. “Please” she begged him, “please, don’t.” She didn’t want him to call the emergency services, and he didn’t understand why, because she obviously needed help. “I don’t want him to find me” she added, her lips barely moving. He didn’t know what to do at the present moment, and before he could take a decision, his phone shit itself off. The battery was dead. He quickly thought and realised that the only way to help her was to do it by himself. He had everything he needed and even more in his car to do the first aid, and he would have more light in his car. He put his phone back in his pocket and tried to gather the woman in his arms but she struggled weakly against him for him to let her go and not to touch her. She tried to scratch his skin, to hit him, to make him go away from her. He backed off immediately and raised his hands to show her he wouldn’t hurt her. “It’s okay,” he said quietly, the torch lightly preventing him from speaking. “I’m a nurse. I just want to help you.” Maxence detached the badge that was hanging to his medical bag and showed it to her. She took the badge in her trembling hands and looked at it in the weak beam of the light. ‘Maxence Spitz. Home nurse.’ The man was the same as the one on the picture. She held the badge tight in her hands and looked at him. Could she really trust him? She was so tired now, and her eyes were slowly closing. “I have to take you to take you to my car. There’ll be more light, and I’ll be able to help you there.” Before she could give him an answer, she fainted, still holding his badge tight. He picked her up and carried her to his car. According to her reaction when he tried to help her, he could tell she was in a state of shock, and that it was better for her not to see too much people when she would wake up. He decided to bring her back to his flat and to take care of her there. He would think later about what to tell her when she would wake up. One thing at a time. The first thing to do was heal her.

When the woman opened her eyes later, she was highly confused. She whimpered because of the pain her body was feeling and looked around her. She didn’t know the room she was in. She didn’t know where she was and she was unable to move. Her body hurt too much. Where was she? Her breath became heavy as she started to panic. She noticed that she was holding something really tight in her hand. A badge. She looked at it, confused. Who was this Maxence Spitz? She would remember if she had met a man with such blue eyes. She lightly turned her head to see the man in question sat on the ground, the head down on his chest. He was most likely sleeping, but why was he on the floor? Had he watched over her for all the time she was out? There was an open medical bag on the floor close to him, and a lot of things were out. Maxence Spitz – if it was really him – didn’t seem very dangerous or mean. Well, he was deeply asleep so she couldn’t really tell. The position wasn’t comfy to him. She moved a bit and let out a small cry of pain when she lightly got on his side. She couldn’t stay here. She couldn’t stay in the home of a man she didn’t know. Not after what she had lived. After a few efforts, groans and whimpers, she managed to sit up. The man never moved. His sleep was so deep that he wasn’t bothered by the noises she was making. She was about to get up when a phone rang. Maxence woke up with a start and got up, rushing to another room. She heard him pick up the phone and apologised for him being late and told the person that he would ask his colleague to come so he/she wouldn’t have to wait for too long. After that, he called that colleague, rushed to his bathroom and she heard the shower running. She was surprised to say the least. He was reacting fast for a man who had spent the night sleeping on the ground, and he seemed to have totally forgotten that she was even there. It was good in a way. She could get away from here before he was out of the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. Moving was really difficult. It would take ages before she could reach the front door, and she didn’t even know where it was. She noticed that her hands and arms had been healed and bandaged. There was a somehow cold bandage over her ribs. She raised a trembling hand to her face and brushed her fingers over her wounds. Her face was less swollen, and it was a bit cold. Probably ice. She looked at the badge once again. A nurse. A nurse had saved her from spending the night in the cold and brought her here to take care of her. Here probably being his home. She looked around. She knew she wouldn’t be able to run away from here. Where would she go anyway? She had nowhere to go. She had no home anymore, and she couldn’t go back to her mother in that condition. She had to stay hidden for a while but she had nowhere to go. Tears started pouring down her cheeks. She was alone in this. She had no one left who could help her. No one she could trust. She only had that guy, Maxence, who had saved her while she was in that alleyway, but she didn’t know if she could trust him. She looked at the badge once again and put it down on the bedside table. More tears rolled down on her cheeks. She wanted to cry over the failure that was her life, but her ribs were too painful. If she cried for real, it would be worse. Her pain was less intense than usually though. Maybe meeting that nurse was a sign of fate in the end. Someone had sent him to her to fix her. She closed her eyes briefly and her stomach growled reminding her that she hadn’t eaten for days because she had been deprived from food. Her stomach hurt because of it but it was the last of her troubles right now. The water had stopped running. Maxence Spitz would soon be back to take his things, and he would see that she was awake. She heard him leaving the bathroom and getting ready in another room. She didn’t move. She couldn’t. She waited for him, trying to wipe away her tears. She didn’t want him to see her like this. She looked miserable enough already. She didn’t feel ready for the questions he would have for her. She wasn’t ready to tell him what had happened, how she had gotten in that alleyway, who did this to her. “Oh, you’re awake.” His voice was soft and gentle. He kept his tone quiet so she wouldn’t be afraid of him. He was in the doorway. She noticed that he was keeping a distance between them. Maybe he knew. Maybe he had found out. Maybe he had just suspicions and wanted to make her feel safe and protected. He wouldn’t hurt her. Somehow, she knew it. If he had wanted to, he wouldn’t have spent the night healing her and watching over her, right? “How are you feeling?” She was feeling like shit, really, and she remained silent. She didn’t know what to answer him. She didn’t know if she could trust him, even if he had stayed up all night to take care of her. At least, he didn’t get too close to her. He was keeping a respectful distance, and she was thankful for it. She didn’t look at him either. Her eyes were locked on the tip of her feet. Thanks God, he hadn’t undressed her and had managed to heal her without looking her small and unhealthy thin body. She closed her eyes, tears still rolling down her cheeks. How was it possible that a man she didn’t even know was her saviour? He had saved her from the threat and brought her to his place, where the violent man she had fled from wouldn’t find her and finish her off. Even if she didn’t know Maxence Spitz, she couldn’t deny that he had saved her life, and that he was keeping her safe. “You shouldn’t be up quite yet. You’ve been badly injured. You need a lot of rest now.” “I’m Rose.” Her voice was croaked and a bit muffled by the sobs she was holding back. She still refused to look at him or to make any move towards him. As safe as she knew she could be there in a place her boyfriend wouldn’t find her, she couldn’t stay here. Maxence Spitz surely had a life with friends, family and maybe a girlfriend. Now that she was awake, he would send her away. She was still a bit weak though. More tears ran down her cheeks. “That’s a nice name. I’m Maxence, but you already know. You’ve never wanted to give my badge back. You’ve kept it in your hand all night.” “Sorry. I didn’t mean to… You need it to work, I guess.” She grabbed the badge and tried to get up to give it to him. Her eyes were still locked on her feet. She felt very weak and her body was still trembling. The pain rushed through her body when she tried to walk and her legs gave way. She was too weak, in too much pain to even move. Maxence caught her before she fell to the ground. His reaction had been really quick. He had nice reflexes. Rose flinched when he touched her and her body tensed, but he was very soft, very gentle with her when he sat her back down on the bed. “I’m sorry,” she apologised. “It’s okay. You don’t have any fracture or real major damages, but you’ve been badly hurt. Your body reached its limits. It needs time to heal now.” “Why did you save me?” Her voice was no better than earlier, it was even worse. Now, he was close to her. He had crossed the distance between them for her not to hurt herself more in her fall. She was thankful for him to have saved her, to be so gentle to her, but she was pointless. She was nothing and no one. He shouldn’t have lost his time saving someone that would die anyway. “This is my duty. I committed to helping the people and saving their lives when I could do it. You needed my help.” “You could just have dropped me into a hospital.” “You told me not to. Not explicitly, but you did.” He remembered her words. She had begged him not to call the emergency services. She was afraid of someone, of a man. She hadn’t wanted him to find her, and she knew that if she was brought to an hospital, he would find her there. Her reaction of fear when he had tried to help her was enough for him to understand what had possibly happened, but he didn’t ask. He wouldn’t ask. She would tell him if she wanted to. He usually had to call the police when such a case was coming to him, but he needed her agreement to do so. “So, you brought me to your place.” “I have more equipment here than in my medical bag. If I have suspected that you have any fracture or internal damages, I would have had to bring you to the hospital. I watched over you all night, I know you’re okay. Just a few bruises and some cracked ribs. All you need is some rest to heal faster. And some food and warmth too.” “Thanks.” Rest, food and warmth. Everything she needed to get better, and she didn’t have any of that. She couldn’t even get back to her flat. Mickey would finish her off if she did, and she didn’t want to go back there. Not anymore. She was done. She was just so exhausted of it all. Maxence’s next question surprised her and she felt her heart beating faster because of the fear. “Do you have any family or friend I could call? Someone who could watch over you for the next few days and call me or any other doctor if you need something?” The first person she was thinking about was her mother, Jackie, but she couldn’t go back to her mom’s flat, not in this condition. She wouldn’t be as gentle as Maxence and would call the cops as soon as she would see her face. They would all ask her questions she didn’t feel ready to answer to. She obviously wouldn’t go back to the flat she was sharing with Mickey, and she couldn’t go to Shireen either. “N-No,” she stuttered, swallowing her tears. “I have no one.” “Well, I guess you can stay here,” he offered. “If that’s okay for you. I’ll watch over you.” She bit her lip and finally looked at him in the eyes. Hers were puffy and bloody, the left one was swollen, and tears were still pouring down her cheeks silently. His were the same exact deep blue she had seen on the picture of his badge, and they were also full of concern and gentleness. She sniffled. “What would you do that?” “It doesn’t bother me.” He shrugged lightly. “Most of the time, I’m working and there’s no one here so you would be alone, but I can call my colleague and ask him if he can replace me for a few days until you feel better.” “You’d do all of that… For me?” “Yes, I would.” A small wave of warmth filled her heart to his words and she stopped holding back her tears. She started sobbing, even if it was painful for her. He sat down next to her on the bed and slowly took her against him, gently rubbing her back until she was done crying. When she felt better, he helped her to lay back down in the bed and tucked her in. He called his colleague while making breakfast, and managed to get a few days off to take care of Rose. She was thankful for him to be so gentle and caring with her, and it almost made her cry when he brought her a full breakfast. She ate with a big appetite while he was putting all the things back into his medical bag, hung his badge back on it and put it close to the front door to take it when he would have to go back to work. He was a very organised man. He was also very respectful of her. After she ate, he offered her to take a bath and she chose to trust him enough to allow him to see her naked even if that was embarrassing. Without his help, she wouldn’t be there and she wouldn’t be able to do anything. When she was all clean and relaxed, she called him – he hadn’t stayed in the bathroom with her – and he helped her getting out of the tub and drying herself off. He gave her a T-shirt and shorts of his and checked her wounds and took care of them again before she got dressed. He brought her back to the room and turned the TV on, leaving the remote control close to her while he was going back to the kitchen to cook a meal for when she would be hungry again. They both ate in the bedroom, and when she decided to take a nap later, she asked him something she would never have dared asking to any other stranger: she asked him if he could lay down close to her and hold her while she slept. She had expected a refusal to be honest, and she had felt really embarrassed to ask him such a thing but Maxence Spitz was spreading warmth and safety and comfort around him, and she needed all of this to protect herself from the nightmares she knew would haunt her mind. He accepted though, and slowly got into bed. He had been surprised by her demands but if she needed him to do so, he didn’t see any reason to refuse. He got under the blankets and, after a hesitation, Rose cuddled close to him and closed her eyes. Maxence gently wrapped his arms around her and held her while she slept against him, her warm breath brushing over his chest. He fell asleep too at some point, but he never let her go and comforted her when the nightmares hit. Physically, she would be better in a few days. Psychologically, it would take weeks, or months, or even years. Rose stayed at Maxence’s for the few days her body needed to be better. Those few days were the best she had ever had in her whole life. Maxence was very gentle and caring and he took great care of her during those days. He never asked her any question about what had happened and just helped her to get better. He was absolutely amazing. Rose had never thought that such a man could exist. She had thought many times that it was a dream, that he didn’t exist for real, that her nightmares were actually her reality, but he proved her wrong every time. He was totally real, and he was fully dedicated to her until she felt better. Which was scaring her because the day she would feel better would the day he would get rid of her. She didn’t want to leave him. She didn’t want to leave the man who had saved her and taken care of her so well. The day when she finally felt better came, and it made her sad that she had to leave and get back to her sad life. She picked up his landline phone while he was in the bathroom and started dialling the phone number of her mother. She was the only person she had left. She would be the only person able to protect her from Mickey. She didn’t want to go back there because she knew how her mother was, and she knew that Mickey would easily find her. She swallowed, about to call her mother, when Maxence came out of the bathroom. “What are you doing?” “Calling someone to pick me up.” “Do you need anything? I can drive you.” “No.” She shook her head. “I just… I just don’t want to abuse your hospitality. Now that I’m feeling better, I have to leave.” Even if she didn’t want to, she had to. She couldn’t abuse her hospitality, couldn’t keep on taking all his attention and time. She had to leave and go back to her small sad life. She had been pampered for days by an amazing man and now, she had to leave it all behind her. He looked a bit sad to hear that from her though. “Oh, you’re not bothering me at all. I like having someone at home with me… Well, errr…” He blushed, very embarrassed by what he had just admitted. Rose blushed just as much as him when she heard his words. She hadn’t expected him to want her to stay around in his flat. They barely knew each other after all. Just a few days together didn’t even make them friends. But he wanted her to stay. That’s what he was saying, right? “I thought you didn’t have anyone.” “I lied,” she admitted, hoping he wouldn’t get mad. “I-I have my mom but…” “You didn’t want her to see you in the condition you were.” “Yeah.” She was surprised to hear that his voice was still quiet. He wasn’t angry at all. She looked at him in the eyes. No anger at all. He was just surprised, but he wasn’t angry. She was so used to have been beaten for so many things like this that she had almost expected Maxence to yell at her for lying. But he didn’t. “I understand. She would have gotten too worried.” “She would have asked a lot of questions, and called the cops, and…” She looked down. “He would have found me,” she muttered. “You know who he is, don’t you?” “I do.” “And he knows where your mother lives.” “Yes, he does.” “It’s not safe to go back there, then.” “But I can’t stay at your place. I have to leave and go back to my family.” “Or you can call your mother and tell her you’re fine and safe, and stay here until the right time comes.” He looked down to the ground, his face still red because of the embarrassment of what he was implicitly asking her to do. He wanted her to stay. He really liked the few days they had spent together in his flat. Rose was quite an interesting person and he didn’t want her to get hurt again by whoever did this to her. “You really want me to stay?” “I want you to be safe.” “…” “And like I said, I won’t be there much because of work so it will be as if you were alone.” “Is that what you really want?” “I never want to find you so hurt in an alleyway ever again.” His words surprised her and her heart started beating a bit fast. She didn’t know why she was reacting this way. She never wanted to be dumped into an alleyway after her boyfriend thought he had killed her, but she was sure that he now knew that she was alive and hiding somewhere. He had probably come back in the alleyway to ‘find’ her and make himself the hero of the story, but he hadn’t found her body and no one had talked about a dead body found in an alleyway. He would be mad the day he would find her, and she wouldn’t survive that day if it ever came. “Mickey…” she started, swallowing the knot in her throat. “Mickey’s my boyfriend. He did this to me.” Her hands were trembling on the phone she was still holding. Her bottom lip quivered as she was trying to hold back her tears. She had been here for days. She felt like he had to know the truth, to know who she was running away from, and why she didn’t want to go back to her mother’s flat. “At first, he was gentle and loving and caring, and soon, he started being violent. Every time… Every time something was frustrating him, he took it out on me. I was thinking it was my fault, that I’ve done something wrong and I tried and tried to get something right done, to please him, but there was always something wrong, and he always felt the need to beat me. He thought I was dead the night you’ve found me. That’s why he abandoned me there. But, he knows that I’m still alive now, I guess.” She was crying now and she refused to look at Maxence in the eyes. She didn’t want to see what he was thinking of her – even if he had never judged her during the few days she spent in his flat – now that he knew the truth about why she was in that alleyway that night. But he didn’t say a thing. She heard him move and soon, he was close to her again. His arms were wrapped around her waist and she griped his shirt, sobbing at the memories she had brought back. Maxence was smelling of mint, and aftershave, and it was somehow comforting. “No one should treat a woman this way.” There was a hint of anger in his voice and she flinched when she heard it. He felt the sudden tension in her body and slowly rubbed her back. He pushed his anger towards Mickey away and kept her close to him until she stopped crying. That wasn’t a good idea to let her go back to her mother if that guy knew where to find her. He wanted her to be safe, and if it meant that she had to stay here, if it meant that he would be the one watching over her, then be it. “Call your mom and tell her you’re safe and fine. The decision of staying here or going back to her belongs to you.” He didn’t let her go until she felt better, until she decided to call her mom to tell her that she was safe. She chose to stay in the end, but asked Maxence if he was really okay with this because after all, he didn’t know her, and he repeated that he would be glad if she stayed here, that he would always make sure that she was okay and safe. She still was deeply shocked by what had happened to her and she needed someone to talk, a friend. And he wanted to be her friend. It took months for Rose to get better in the end. She started going outside a month after she had been found in that alleyway, but she never went alone. She was always with Maxence, almost clinging to him, and looking around to be sure Mickey wasn’t there. When Maxence was working, she was taking care of his home, keeping it clean, filling the fridge – she was always hiding herself under a hoodie when she had to go out – and giving some money to help him with the bills. Maxence was the one cooking and bringing her small gifts when he came back home. He was a good friend, and was taking good care of her. He was showing her how a man should be treating a woman, even if he didn’t notice his way of acting with her, and she slowly fell in love with that man who had saved her one day when she had thought it was the end of everything. She never told him about her feelings. She didn’t want to ruin their beautiful friendship. She didn’t want to ruin the weak balance she had finally gotten in her life. Mickey had never found her and she never heard of him ever again. She didn’t know where he was, nor what he was doing, but she kept looking over her shoulder to be sure he wasn’t around. He never was, and Rose kept clinging to Maxence. He was her safety, her best friend. He was the sweetest, and the most caring and gentle person she had ever known. She couldn’t help but falling in love with him, with the amazing man he was, and she never gave him any hint of what he was feeling though he was asking her questions about why she was looking so distraught sometimes when she was cuddling into him in front of a movie, but when she was smiling, he always forgot his questions. She was still sleeping in his arms. It never changed. She felt protected when he was holding her this way, and with the time passing by, the nightmares disappeared slowly. They came back from time to time, but Maxence was always there to comfort her and make her feel safe again. She was calling her mom almost every day to reassure her and talk to her about how amazing Maxence was with her. When she wanted to see her, Maxence drove her there in the morning and picked her up after his work. Jackie had never met him, but she really wanted to meet the man who had saved her only daughter from a certain death, the man who was keeping her safe every day and taking care of her like Mickey should have taken care of her. Jackie was as thankful as Rose for what Maxence had done for her daughter, and she wanted to thank him for this. They decided that Christmas Eve would be the perfect day for that first meeting between Jackie and Maxence. The three of them would celebrate this Christmas together, and Maxence was really anxious at the idea of meeting Jackie. Rose had talked a lot about her mother to him and she seemed impressive. He chose to wear a white shirt with black jeans and a red tie. Rose was wearing a simple black dress with two golden lines around her waist. Maxence had bought it for her a few days ago. He had bought most of the clothes she owned in his flat. Since she couldn’t go back to her flat, he offered to buy her everything she needed until she could buy them by herself. They had gone to her flat when she was sure Mickey wasn’t there and she had picked up most of her stuff back. It wasn’t much, but there were things her mother had offered her that she wanted to have back, like the golden necklace with the small rose she never left since she had gotten it back. It was snowing when they left for Jackie’s flat and Maxence was very careful on the road. They might not be able to go back home after the Christmas dinner, but it wasn’t a trouble. They would sleep together in Rose’s single person bed if needed. Rose knew her mother had kept her room intact for when she was coming back. They got to the Powell Estate safely, and Maxence grabbed Rose’s hand while they were climbing stairs to Jackie’s flat. His other hand was carrying a bag with some food and drinks. It was his participation for the dinner. Rose gently stroked his hand with her thumb. She knew he was anxious, but everything would be fine. She knocked on the door instead of just coming into the flat. Jackie opened the door quickly and let them in. “Mom, this is Maxence, my saviour. Maxence, my mom.” “This is a real pleasure, ma’am.” “Same for me. I’ve heard a lot about you.” “Lots of good, I hope,” he joked. “Never a bad word, I swear.” “She told me a lot about you, too. I was being really nervous to meet the mom of such a wonderful girl.” Rose blushed lightly and smiled. She took the bag from Maxence’s hand and brought it into the kitchen while her mother and Maxence were talking. She didn’t see Jackie hugging Maxence and thanking him for taking care of her little girl so well. His anxiety vanished as the evening went on. They had a great Christmas Eve together, and it was all perfect. When midnight came, they opened their gifts – there wasn’t much, but they all had a little something for each other – and Maxence and Rose ended up under some mistletoe that Jackie had discreetly placed there earlier. She knew for Rose’s feelings, Maxence just needed a little help to see them, and Jackie was sure that he wasn’t indifferent to Rose. She watched them as they blushed, and almost cursed when they both hesitated, and tried to avoid this tradition. Maxence finally chose to softly kiss Rose’s cheek. “I can’t hide them anymore, Maxence,” she murmured. “I’ve known them all along,” he murmured back. “I just didn’t want to push you into something you didn’t want.” “I want it now.” Maxence smiled at her, but she was the one kissing him first. She leaned towards him and pressed her lips against his, shyly. She closed her eyes and relief filled her mind and heart when he replied to that kiss. He caught her bottom lip between his and she parted her lips. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and played with hers as he wrapped her into his arms. Her hands were tightly gripped on his shirt. Rose Tyler had never been so certain of anything before: Maxence Spitz was the man she needed, a man she could love without fear, a man who would take care of her as if she was a princess, and that’s all she could ever ask for after what she had gone through.

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One day, her mother did some cooking for the penniless people Rose was taking care of and put it into plastic boxes. Rose was in charge of bringing them to another village while it was still pretty hot, but the shortest way to reach that village was to cross the forest. There were a lot of legends about that forest, and one of them was saying that it was inhabited by a wolf whose fur was as dark as a night without stars, whose eyes were as blue as the clearest sky. That wolf was the keeper of the forest and was keeping everyone out of it. Its howl to the moon was as beautiful as sorrowful when it resounded in the silence of the night. Some people were saying that this wolf used to be a human being centuries ago who had been cursed after he committed the worst crime a human could commit: the murder of another human being.

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