#ordinary everyday miracle

[16magnolias]

Bruno took a deep breath and scowled at the doorknob in front of him.

All he had to do was turn the handle and step out the door.

A very simple action.

In theory.

[devotion-disorder]

omg thanks for mentioning adachi.... HES SO CUTE TO MEEEE i just wanna kiss his stupid face. he'd be a cute yandere too... idk maybe i could fix him (lie)

no bc both of yall are so real I can't look at his face without hearing the crunchy distorted vine boom or that fuckass piano jingle but ALSO HES JUST SO MOE TO ME IDKKKKK ARUAHGHHHHHHHAHGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

I will say though, I feel like he's a bit different in his japanese dub in that he seems to be actively more...patronizing (which I LOVE) ? Spoiler alert but in this scene:

the second line is the only line they sorta changed here, but in Japanese he actually says something to the effect of "You're already gonna have your sleepy time*?" instead of "You're gonna let this bitch take you down like this?" *he says "おねんね” which is a really silly way of saying 'sleep' that you would only say to a small child basically

I know that they mean the same thing and its still the same shit-eating attitude in different fonts but hhrughhhhhgh.......i love how both the eng and jap VA's had their own take on it though!! I think in japanese he's sounds more comically exaggerated and therefore his switchup is more dramatic and chilling; but that doesn't mean in English it's less shocking when the reveal comes, if not more sinister for how he really hid in plain sight...in conclusion adachi is lewd incarnate thank you for coming to my ted talk

[16magnolias]

I am CRYING this is absolutely gorgeous and I love it so much!

@optimistic-violinist words cannot express how much I adore this. Thank you so much for absolutely making my day. ❤

Merry Christmas! You're amazing!

MERRY CHRISTMAS @16magnolias!!!!!!

Please enjoy this brief animation from Chapter 25 of Just Your Ordinary, Everyday Miracle!!

If y'all haven't read it yet, highly recommended!!!!!!! It's so freaking good!!!

[usedtobeguest123]

Ever wonder how Bruno gets that horse in the end of the movie? Well, have I got a fic for you!

If you haven't already checked out Just Your Ordinary, Everyday Miracle by @16magnolias, do yourself a favor and read it! The characterization is spot on, the action is breathtaking, and the writing is spectacular!

If you are a Encanto fic fan but don't often read fics with OCs or even love interests like me, this should be your exception. Lucía is a gem. Here is my take on her, as a thank you for the great read! I can't wait to read more!

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[impossiblefangirl0632]

For @encanto-extended-edition 's week 4 Share the Love prompt, @16magnolias @optimistic-violinist and myself decided to share this extremely niche fanfic we wrote that collides the two world's of our fic Take Back the Kingdom, and Mags' fic Just Your Ordinary, Everyday Miracle and puts Bruno/Razili face to face with Bruno/Lucia

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For two powerful magicians it was frankly embarrassing that neither of them had realized that the cave was enchanted. To be fair though they had run into it to take shelter against the hurricane so the fact that there was a bright, colorful inhabited valley on the other side of it was allowed to be a bit of a shock.

For the couple they ran into though, ‘shocked’ didn’t even begin to cover it.

***

All four of them stared at each other for a solid minute before any of them managed to say anything.

Bruno got to his feet brushing his ruana off and shooting an annoyed glance at the other pair. "Camilo, why are you pretending to be me?" He pointed to the woman dressed as a … pirate? Beside him. “And who are you?”

The other him stiffened at the name and a sinking feeling started to grow in Bruno’s gut. He went from suspicious to dangerous in the blink of an eye as he drew a sword and pointed it at him and Lucía.

"Ooookay so, not Camilo. Definitely not Camilo!" Bruno stumbled back, putting himself in front of Lucía, as though that would help - that sword looked like it could skewer the both of them with no problems. This was bad, this was very bad— 

Without so much of a warning Bruno was thrown into the future.

The other him and the woman back to back, swords drawn, both grinning confidently.

An enormous library in an otherwise dilapidated house.

Multiple ships attacking one.

The same couple with Antonio, his sobrino happily chattering with the pair.

Some sort of pendant, a golden butterfly —exactly the same as the one on the candle— engraved on it.

He staggered back as the last image faded. What was— 

The other version of him stepped into view, the sword noticeably missing. 

“Who are you?” Both of them asked at the same time. 

Bruno laughed nervously and picked himself up, Lucia slipping her hand into his. “Uh, Bruno Madrigal.”

The other him pursed his lips. “What did you just see?”

“Uh,” he wasn’t sure if he should actually say the details, “the future.” 

“Huh.” The other him stuffed his hands in his pockets looking at him like he was a particularly irritating puzzle. “That’s… interesting. Is Camilo… Pepa’s son?”

Bruno narrowed his eyes at the other him. "How'd you know about Pepa?"

“I  -  had a Pepa too.” He pursed his lips for a moment before saying, “I’d hazard a guess that you and I are two versions of the same person.” 

Bruno blinked at him, taking in his appearance and failing to catch the past tense the man across from him had used to describe his sister. The other him was wearing worn leather boots, pants that looked like they'd seen better days, a white linen shirt, and a green overcoat that, in a freakish coincidence, matched the color of his own ruana. It was surreal seeing his own eyes narrowed in thought. The other Bruno - pirate Bruno, his mind helpfully supplied - there was that giant green sword hanging from his hip - did look just like him. 

Like an incredibly terrifying pirate version of him. 

"Huh." He took another look up and down his doppelganger's form, noted the sword, and renewed his grip on Lucía's hand. "Welp. Bye."

He went to pull Lucía away but stopped short when she didn't move with him. 

Lucía jerked him back, squeezing his hand hard, and she tilted her head curiously at both of them.  Her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of it all.  “But – how?  How are you – where did you come from?  And if you’re – also Bruno – then who –  are you?”  She asked the woman in similar pirate garb. 

“Lucía,” Bruno said out of the corner of his mouth.  A nervous laugh escaped him, his wary eyes darting from her to couple across from them, “It doesn’t matter how they’re here.  The thing is – they’re here , which means – we  - we should not be.  Trust me, I’ve seen  - I’ve seen weird stuff like this in – in films and stuff from the future and – meeting yourself? It never ends well.  Never. Let’s not mess with  - whatever – whatever this is.  Whoever they are.  So - ” he turned and flashed an insincere smile at the strangers.  “So yeah, nice to meet ya, other me, you can just – go back to your timeline now or wherever it is you’re from – swashbuckling and – and sailing the seven seas and yo ho ho and all that - with your – ah – big scary swords and – ah – your – ah - ” he eyed the woman beside the other him.

“Wife,” The woman said, sliding her arm through the other Bruno’s, her eyebrows raised in amusement and concern.  “I’m his wife.  Razili Edel.”

There was silence between them all until Bruno cleared his throat.

“Right.  Well - ”

“I’m Lucía Moreno.  I’m his - ” Lucía nodded to her Bruno with a fond smile – “prometida.”

“Congratulations,” Razili offered with a smile.  “I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.”  She glanced at him. “He seems - ”

“Clumsy?” Lucía’s Bruno supplied flatly.  “Tired. Old.”

Lucía gasped and glared at him.  "Stop that! You are not!”

“I am compared to him!”  He released her hand to gesture dramatically at the other Bruno, who was standing with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed at their discussion.  “Look at him, Lucía, he’s – he’s cool!  He’s basically Ramón from our story in human form. He’s like – the – the opposite of me.  He hasn’t stuttered or flinched yet! And in case you’ve forgotten, he pulled a sword on us!  Which reminds me, we should go -”

“- tell your mother about this?”  Lucía said, her words overlapping his and her arms crossed as she raised her eyebrows at her Bruno.  She didn’t notice that the pirate Bruno across from her blanched at her words, his face going slack with shock.

“I was just gonna say walk away and pretend this never happened, but - ”

“So you think it’s a better idea to just let an exact replica of you wander the Encanto with a sword, drawing it on unsuspecting people whenever they startle him? You want people to talk about Bruno? Because that’s one way to get them started, amor.  They’ll never stop.”

The rest can be found on ao3

[voidfell]

(NOT AN RP) We're here for the Cult Stuff, We Saw the Ad on Craigslist!

"Dude, remind me why I let you drag me out here when the last three locations we've tried to do this collab for turned out to be duds? At this point it'd be easier to go to Gravity Falls and bait the Summerween Trickster by throwing a basket of gross candy into the gutter then it would be to find a genuine ghost."

"Cause this time I got a hot tip on some real paranormal activity from an associate of mine, and not from people who roll out a spirit box and hear what they wanna hear from it. Trust me, this time we'll have something. We can spend tomorrow editing the video and rush to release the footage before tomorrow night's live Q&A on my podcast. Having you on as a guest's always a treat."

"Wait, wait, your Podcast associates or your other job associates? I thought we were ghost hunting, not getting into the apocalyptic cult junk. I'm way under-prepared for the superhero shit, Billy. If this is cape stuff I'm going back to the van for my taser."

"Relax, relax, Dipper. It's not cult stuff, I promise. I think. It's probably not apocalyptic either, but given it's halloween eve, we might wanna be ready for that. Actually, I can't promise it's not cult stuff either. But it'll be real, and spooky cool, and if it get's really freaky I'll just power up and punch it back into the shadow realm or whatever.

"Man, you're the only person on the planet whose sense of danger is more warped then mine. Well, I guess we're already here. Let's go anger some cultists or find a cryptid or whatever. If I die Mabel's gonna kill us both."

"That's the spirit, dude!"

[stuckwith-harry]

kat and jessie lunch break conversations

how do fridges work

follow-up question, can i have an ecosystem in my fridge

how do freezers work

how do cds and dvds work. also vinyl records

how does bluetooth work

etc.

[sunlighthroughthe-ashes]

i'm nearing the end of my rewatch of lovely runner; and i want to express my appreciation for how beautifully crafted these characters are.

sol and sunjae were created with so much love, such infinite care — you can feel that warmth in every frame they are in. as a writer, having empathy and kindness for your characters is of vital importance — and that force is practically palpable in lovely runner: it's the undercurrent running through every scene. these characters are a dream put to screen — the deepest wish of a mind that refuses to give up on love. this show is all heart, all soul: the gentlest kind of magic.

because of bad writing, a lot of k-drama endings feel cheap; they rob the characters of their agency & happiness (25/21, i'm looking at you): and i'm so glad this wasn't the case with lovely runner. i've said it before, and i'll say it again: when pain is your birthright, when you're accustomed to living under impossible circumstances — the most ordinary acts become sacred.

this is the ending that sol and sunjae get: the miracle of a normal life together. an inseparable existence. the holiness of the everyday — linking hands, supporting each other's dreams, shyly expressing their desire for each other. their sacrifice is acknowledged — their pain addressed and tended to.

sol and sunjae are respected; even cherished by the scriptwriters: by everyone involved in the making of this show. these are characters sincerely made; and sincerely loved. in turn, we as viewers cherish them; and love them — with equal fervor.

a k-drama like this comes only once. lovely runner: you were my saving grace this year. thank you for existing.

[eclipse-has-come]

— John Price Imagine

Thinking about John Price being a victorian era gentleman that died young and owning an antique shop in a building that used to belong to him (he's haunting it).

Warnings: Kinda stalking? "He's a ghost living with you and you don't believe that he exists so he watches you go about your day" kind of stalking so if you're uncomfortable with that, you're welcome to sit this one out.

A/N: Hello everyone! It's my first post on here and i still don't really get tumblr so some things might look a bit weird. I have not written in so long I might as well have forgotton how to do so but I had this dream the other day and i had to write it down because omg it made me feral. Disclaimer, I am not a native english speaker and i have no beta reader so if there are any mistakes, I do apologize!

Anyway, enough about stuff you don't care about, enjoy this short imagine based on my dream!

You finished up your degree not too long ago and your neverending search for a job keeps going nowhere. Everyday you would submit your cv to at least 5 different employers and most of the time, you only received an answer from one. Every interview you managed to snag was a miracle in and of itself. Too bad those didn't go anywhere either.

Everyday while going to your bus stop, you'd see an old victorian building. While once upon a time It would have been a beautiful structure, now it's only a shadow of it's former self. When you first passed the vintage store-front while walking back from yet another failed interview, you payed little to no attention to the dilapitated bricks. That was until you got back to your flat one day and realized it reminded you of an old antique shop you used to visit back home.

Back then it was run by a kind elderly lady, who would always give you old toys that didn't sell well, you recall fondly. Back then younger you was fully convinced that your future was to one day run an antique store just like that.

It should've been just an ordinary morning but the day after you reminisced about the antique shop, something strange happened. While walking your usual route, you noticed with the corner of your eye a man standing on the stairs leading up to the entrance of the victorian building. You ignored him at first (no use in getting involved), until you saw him walk inside- no, phase inside the building.

You honestly didn't even register what had happened until you were walking back home, passing the cursed building yet again. You stopped in front of the entrance, resignation filling you, whatever demon wanted you to check out this poor lump of bricks and giving you weird visions in the process, it had won. Walking up the stairs, you spotted a lone flyer posted on the door:

"FOR SALE"

Underneath the large words was a poorly scratched on number that you could barely make out. That evening you sat on your couch, debating whether to call or not. If you were being honest with yourself, you were running out of options fast and growing more and more desperate by the hour. You sighed heavily and entered the number into your phone.

The cheap price should have been the first red flag, the previous owner claimed it was haunted and "wanted to be rid of the headache as soon as possible" or so they said. When you first entered the inside, you were in absolute awe, It was beautifully adorned with carved patterns, seemingly transporting you back in time.

An apartment was located on the second floor of the building, adding to the convenience of this inexpensive investment. The large display windows were eye catching and even though the building could use a lot bit of work, you could already see just how incredible it would look. Well, you always were a fan of fixer-uppers.

During your diy renovations however, some strange occurrences started to catch your attention. At first it was nothing out of the ordinary, a floorboard creaking (it is a very old building after all) or maybe a box falling over (shouldn’t have packed so much!) but then it starts getting harder and harder to ignore.

Paint splashes on the wall with the bucket it belonged to on the other side of the room, cracks in the window appearing overnight etc. You truly didn’t believe in the paranormal and when the previous owner warned you, you ignored it, waving it off as some guy's crazy talk but this was becoming a little too hard to scientifically explain.

Even still, you powered through, pointedly ignoring any and all warning signs. However annoying these inconveniences were, they weren't truly malicious. No harm ever came to you nor the antiques you got and by the time the store was ready to open, you could only sigh in relief. All of the blood, sweat and tears you poured into this project finally paid off, your younger self would have gone ballistic if they saw you now.

Walking through the aisles filled with old trinkets, admiring their unique charm and the way they looked on the hand-built shelves. You sincerely hoped the next owners would appreciate them just as much as you.

Opening day was incredibly exciting, you were certainly not expecting the amount of people coming to see the new store. Turns out the previous owner was well known in the community, ("The building was passed down through generations!" One lady told you while admiring the ornamental chandelier you installed.) which made many residents eager to meet the next unlucky owner.

What pleased you most of all, is that all unusual situations ceased or at the very least, you stopped noticing them. Which would be understandable, a week into opening and the store was full of hustle and bustle. It truly warmed your heart to see that others treated these unusual objects with as much reverence as you held for them. If there really was a ghost here, then they must agree that what you'd done for the place was for the better, you giggled to yourself.

You turned the ‘closed’ sign around just as the clock struck six on Saturday evening. Even though you're beyond happy the whole store thing worked out, you can't deny that you're incredibly tired. Who knew constant social interaction and standing all day would cause you to want to curl up in your bed all sunday. Walking towards the stairs leading to your apartment, you observed the half-empty shelves, a satisfied huff leaving your lungs. Walking up the creaking stairs, you noted down in your brain to put some paintings on the plain staircase.

Entering the old flat you tiredly trudged through the still unorganised rooms (almost all of your time was spent on the downstairs of the building, your living space was just an afterthought during the renovations), you entered the bathroom to take a long scalding shower. Due to your tiredness however, you failed to notice the near silent footsteps following you.

After several minutes of nearly boiling yourself to relax, you step out of the shower. Careful not to slip, you reach for your softest towel. ‘You worked really hard and now you could finally pamper yourself’ you decided. With your mind set, you turn over to the mirror ready to start your skincare routine when you suddenly freeze in your tracks.

On the steamed up mirror, a short sentence managed to make you reconsider your opinion on the paranormal up until this point. Written in neat letters and gorgeous handwriting, there it was:

"Hello Darling"

[16magnolias]

Bruno gets a vision request and Josefina learns an important life lesson.

Or: 16magnolias is tired of looking at this chapter so now you get to look at it. 😅

[rose-tinted-vision]

Rose's favourite fics

(in no particular order)

part 2 here

Apparently I've linked about 50 fics so I'm sorry, I'm not going to add all the summaries for these fics.

Blue Lock

For Blue Lock I'd recommend checking out smallghosts and explorerseel8's profile

pride hath no place by vani_em (NagiReo)

raison d'être by explorerseel8 (ReoNagi)

Take Five by explorerseel8 (ReoNagi)

truth or drink by smallghosts (ReoNagi)

AITA for “abandoning” my best friend by smallghosts (ReoNagi)

fall forward/spring back by nagireo (NagiReo)

as long as I'm with you by okonomiyakein (NagiReo)

Player 2 by explorerseel8 (HioRin)

Kuroko no Basuke

Please read literally everything by umisabaku

A Kinda Sorta Fairy Tale by Lys ap Adin (MidoTaka)

But I Lived by exuberant_imperfection, kate882 (MidoTaka)

Designation: Miracle (series) by umisabaku (KagaKuro, KiKasa, AkaFuri, AoMomo, MidoTaka)

as small as a world by umisabaku (MidoTaka)

in the liminal darkness by 100demons (MidoTaka)

Haikyuu

(the sad thing is that I read a ton of Haikyuu and KnB fics before I got my ao3 account so it's a slow journey finding all my fav fics again)

I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight by carafin (BokuAka)

I'll give a bouquet to these unending days by sparksandsalt (BokuAka)

love in the time of wifi by dalyeau (BokuAka)

tea-stained polaroids by dalyeau (BokuAka)

video games and gold rings by gnomeo (KuroKen)

Ear to Ear by darkmagicalgirl (AoFuta)

Yaku and the Beanstalk by Mysecretfanmoments (YakuLev)

One Piece

For my fellow ZoSan fans: literally everything by Hazel_Athena, Harubo, 8ball, donutsandcoffee and three_days_late are worth checking out

More Ace-centric: Dezace and stormy1x2's fics that make me Feel Things

Wanted by Hazel_Athena (ZoSan)

Disoriented Envy by Hazel_Athena (ZoSan)

Can you hear me now? by Alexis_C (ZoSan)

Learning to Listen by three_days_late (ZoSan)

this, at least by adietxt (ZoSan)

come on, come on (turn a little faster) by donutsandcoffee (ZoSan)

Late Night with Sanji Black by Harubo (ZoSan)

Love's First Blush by Hazel_Athena (ZoSan)

they said love is reaching blindly at a pit full of snakes by summermidnights (ZoSan)

Complex Buddies by threesipsmore (ZoSan)

you and me somehow by losingcontrolnow (AceSan)

Cryptid Sightings Volume #1: Portgas D. "Fire Fist" Ace by Dezace (Gen, Ace-centric)

Spades On-Screen by stormy1x2 (Gen, Ace/WB pirates-centric)

whatever you can still betray by midnightluck (Gen, Ace/WB pirates-centric)

Hide the Knives by SrirachaBunny (Gen, Ace/WB pirates-centric)

The Wanderer by MaiKusakabe (Gen, Badass!Marco)

Genshin Impact

For Genshin, I'd recommend heartslogos and smallghosts

Burgeon by gloomyparfait (HaiKaveh)

Forget Your Name (Replace it with mine) by princesscas (Thomato)

the purest form of water by eversall (XingYun)

to be unbroken and brave again by magicities (XiaoVen)

Chonghua's Layered Frost by pureofheart_rareofpair (XingYun)

cloudburst by smallghosts (XingYun)

keep the caffeine away from kids by shynkai (scara-centric, slight HaiKaveh)

The Verdure and the Puppet by kimekosu (Gen, Nahida & Wanderer)

truck, barter and trade by Seungshi03 (Established HaiKaveh, them raising Wanderer)

James Bond (Craig movies)

I remember really liking anything by Jen, skylights, scioscribe, pdameron, and opalescentgold

Memos from Q branch by AviaCarter (Gen, background 00Q)

Sic Pravis Magna by blackidyll (00Q)

ordinary, everyday things by pdameron (00Q)

Dramatic Arts by scioscribe (00Q)

Ordinary Numbers by BootsnBlossoms, Kryptaria (00Q)

[intothedysphoria]

Sometimes trying to know Billy felt like trying to know the night sky.

There was something vast and impassive, some would say scary about his countenance. The certain way that he stood, jaw turned up, defiant in the face of anything the world threw at him. Yet there was also something undeniably kind about him simultaneously, a certain beauty that Steve had only previously attributed to stars. Gorgeous but utterly unattainable.

Yet, this unrestrained glorious presence had chosen him. Steven Joshua Harrington.

Steve was not a vast, beautiful star. Steve was a college dropout with a smoking problem he wasn’t ready to confront yet and a beard he was yet to learn how to manage, even after 2 and a half years on testosterone. He was ordinary. In fact not even that.

Steve Harrington was subpar.

Billy didn’t believe that for some goddamn reason. He told Steve everyday that he was the light of Billy’s life, that everything before him had just seemed bland and mundane.

Billy called Steve a miracle. Steve wished he could believe him.

They were sitting legs askew on the couch, eating Chinese takeout when Steve finally decided to broach the subject. He poked at Billy’s hair with the beef and broccoli box, making Billy crinkle his nose. He was so cute.

“Soooooooooo” Steve tried, aiming for somewhat casual “why did you start dating me again?”

Billy stared at him like he’d grown a second head and shoved another mouthful of noodles into his mouth before answering. As was usual, he slightly obnoxiously smacked his mouth together before answering.

“Well” he responded, stealing even more of Steves meal “when I first saw you, you’d managed to get your foot stuck in a trash can and I just thought, that man is my future husband.”

Steve threw a cushion at him.

“Ok ok.�� He held his hands up, tone more serious this time “ I genuinely have not met a kinder person than you, who puts up with my unmitigated bullshit twenty four hours of the day and is still willing to kiss me to sleep at night. You’re kind of perfect Steve, if bitchy sometimes, and I only want to be good enough for you.

Trying not tear up at that was a challenge of Sisyphusian proportions but Steve did his best. Billy had gone back to contentedly watching die hard but he raised his arm higher to snuggle into his side.

Brushing his teeth that night, still trying to trim his beard into a presentable shape too, the word perfect kept bouncing around in Steves mind. The idea that Steve could be perfect to Billy seemed preposterous but maybe it could have a ring of truth to it. Someday.

Because if Billy, who admittedly was occasionally very gross and had a hell of a temper, could find Steve perfect, maybe anything was possible.

Maybe a star could love him after all.

This fic is for my mutual @writer-in-theory- I hope you enjoy it!!!

[16magnolias]

Oh my GOSH words cannot describe how very much I love this. 🤩😍🥺😭🥰 You are so SO talented my friend!

Seriously - look! Look at them! Bruno and his expression! The details on his ruana! The way he's holding himself! 🥺❤

Lucía! HER expression! How calm she looks and her little smile and the way she is watching Bruno watch the rats! Her braid! Her clothes! 🤩❤

The STAGE! The table and all the details on the ship and the little rats swordfighting and oh, hello Remy, is that you? And I mean even the detail of the rope on the curtain? Like oh my gosh?! 👏❤🥰

Thank you. I love it so much and I am seriously, seriously honored. And thrilled. And I just cannot stop staring at it. ❤❤❤ Hand to heart, with all sincerity, thank you!

Bruno and @16magnolias 's OC Lucía Moreno rehersing their rat play in her fic Just Your Ordinary, Everyday Miracle

For week 4 share the love of @encanto-extended-edition

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Trapped

Warnings: stalking, violence, and fluff (and a short panic attack)

It was a cold night in London, and they were out in the dark. They weren’t ones to fear for their life, since they were a Kingsman after all. But someone lurking in the shadows should make them feel uneasy right now

The man was carful, and blended in with the crowd perfectly. He looked like an ordinary man who was just passing by. They were too focused on getting to Harry’s place anyways to be so worried about someone who could ruin this night

Their mind was on the little date night they were gonna have with Harry. They were too enthusiastic about all of that, so this is exactly how when no one was around: they got a cloth over their mouth, and passed out

They woke up to seeing darkness. Their arms and wrists were aching. Blood was dripping out of their knees, and oozing out onto the once white tiled floor of the room they were in. Of course something like this didn’t shock them, but at this current moment it did

They wondered who could’ve done this to them. Loud footsteps were heard, and was soon followed by the eerily silent door opening. A man approached where they sat uncomfortably on a metal chair

Once close enough, he grins evilly as he held a gun in his hand. He shot a bullet into their knee, which makes them let out a muffled scream. He presses the gun to their forehead; they could feel the coldness of the gun touching their currently sensitive skin

“Scream one more fucking time, and I kill you. You got it?” They wished they had their glasses right now. They felt so worthless now, and just accepted that this is how they went. “I know the people you work with. Your definitely nothing compared to the guys I’ve heard about” he goes on, which makes them think

Before he could say more, a bullet goes straight through his forehead. Now with a hole in his head, he collapsed onto the ground. They could see again, and slightly move their legs again as well. They stand up, but was limping. It was a miracle to them that they could stand up somewhat

They noticed a gun next to his lifeless head, and picked it up. With one last motion, they continuously fired at him until there was no more bullets. They heard their name being called out, but then their vision went blurry

Harry Hart ran up to them, and knelt down. He knew the others over at Kingsman were on the way soon. He creased their cheek, and then decided to pick them up before they got blood on them, since there was a pool of blood streaming out of the man

They woke up once they had stitches in them, so they had been out for a while. They did go into a coma, but luckily it wasn’t for too long. Harry had visited them everyday when they were in the coma. He’d tell them about missions, but then say how much he missed them

He would kiss their forehead before leaving each time. Sometimes he would sleep in the room, and Merlin would always need to wake him up. But today was different, since Harry got to see them wake up. Tears were leaving his eyes. He hugs them once they sit up, and they return the hug with tears of their own leaving

Once the two stopped hugging, Harry let them get up and get all cleaned up. Once they walked out in a fresh suit, they approached him. Once they stood close to him, they kissed him on the lips. He returns the kiss as tears were still leaving the two

Merlin walks in, and smiles to see the couple together again. Once the two pulled apart, the two looked at Merlin. “We’ve found who hired that guy who got a hold of you Agent Gin” Merlin starts, which makes them excited. “You know what to do” Merlin says, which makes them nod their head

Merlin walks off, which makes them look back at Harry. “Let’s give him hell” Harry says, which makes them smile. Soon the two were in an airplane to go to an unmarked place. Harry sat next to them, and tried to speak to them, but they were in their own mind

Harry quickly noticed, and was worried. “Darling…” he rose his voice more to get their attention, which makes them come back to reality. “What’s wrong?” He asked in a worried voice. “Nothing” they straight up lied, and he knew obviously that it was a lie

“Bullshit. What’s actually wrong?” Their hands felt shaky, and they started to feel worthless now. He notices their shaky hands, and figured out why they were anxious. They were so good at avoiding situations like that, but they didn’t avoid it that one time

Harry places his hand into their shaky hand. They felt like such an awful agent now. They- “you’re not a terrible agent. You’re an extraordinary agent, who sees right through people. Dare I say, you’re better than me?” Harry says as the two make eye contact

Their hands stopped shaking slowly as a smile forms on their face. “He was the one who put those thoughts in my head by the way” they said, which makes Harry tell them that he will kill the man who hired him then

“We both can” they said. He smiles, and then nods his head

[lirarey]

A moment of calm

Rating: PG-13;

Pairing: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler; Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Genres: AU, Fix-it, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Missing Scene, Romance, Fluff, Time-lapse;

Description: My vision of the series "Girl in the Fireplace".

Number of pages: 4

Glass crackling. So deafening that Rose squeezed her eyes shut and stepped back, stumbling out of the blue and falling. The landing caused a sharp pain in her spine, but the cold of the metal floor brought the girl to her senses somewhat. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. In place of the window of time through which the Doctor had passed on horseback, now... there was nothing. No different from the rest, except for the remaining fragments of glass, a passage into one of the endless corridors of the spaceship. The realization took Rose's breath away, and she sat up with a jerk, belatedly remembering the injury and wincing in pain.

Yes, the Doctor said that the TARDIS couldn’t interfere, because they had become part of the events. That it's impossible to break through the wall. That if you break the glass, then the time window will also break. There will be no turning back. But deep down, Rose hoped the Doctor would find another way. A way to go back. To get back to her. But it's so hard to believe it, left alone with herself... taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and two images appeared before her. One is a man in a leather jacket, the other is a guy in a long light brown raincoat. It was worth thinking about them, somehow comparing them, and Rose felt her heart sink painfully. No, she can't do that! She can't compare them. They are completely different, and neither the girl herself, nor the Doctor, her first Doctor, could have known what the regeneration would turn out to be. This process is unpredictable, which makes everything even sadder.

On the other hand, she was haunted by the feeling that she regretted the missed opportunities. She regrets that she spent so little time with the Doctor before his regeneration. It's scary to even imagine how boring and insipid her life would have been if she hadn't agreed to travel with him a second time. But the Doctor admitted that he had never offered it to anyone twice before. Doesn't that mean she was special? Or did it just happen that he wanted to interrupt a series of endless lonely days, and fate pushed them together? In fact, the Autons were just looking for a place to stay, and who would have thought that the store where she works would be on the way? In her place, there could be absolutely any girl, the same Sherin, but she was lucky. She was lucky to dilute the gray everyday life with adventures in time and space.

But she was more concerned about another question. Why did she so easily trust a stranger who had saved her life three times? Was she so desperate that she was ready to believe in any miracle and rush to meet him like a little girl when she saw a man in a Santa Claus costume? No, Rose stopped believing in miracles a long time ago. Back when, at the age of sixteen, she dropped out of school for a popular guy, she was faced with the fact that not all relationships end happily ever after…

The Doctor exuded calmness and confidence. She wanted to follow him, even when he didn't have a plan. He wanted to trust, even when the truth was not on his side. Mickey, having only heard about him, discontentedly called Rose's boyfriend. But he wasn't. Nor was he a friend. It was something more sublime that the girl herself couldn't describe in words. It was only necessary to remember that the Doctor is an alien, and he is more than nine hundred years old, everything faded. Any possible thought of any sympathy faded away. How could she, an ordinary saleswoman from London at the beginning of the twenty-first century, attract someone who had seen the past, future and present countless times? No wonder the Doctor has repeatedly referred to people as "stupid monkeys". How is she better than them?

Once she even dared to ask why he took her with him.

And he answered what Rose had never expected him to say. He told me about her bravery, intelligence, and dedication. And he added: 

— You are a very unusual person, Rose Tyler.

It touched her much more than Jimmy's mawkish speeches had once done. It was clearly noticeable that he had done such a "trick" more than once. The Doctor spoke from the heart. He couldn't lie. Even when he tried, somewhere in the depths of his soul there was sadness, regret for what he was doing.

But when the regeneration happened... Rose couldn't be sure that everything was the same.

He became handsome and young, vaguely reminding Rose of those former classmates who had only to look at some girl, and she already imagined a future together. No, of course she didn't want to doubt the "new" him, but, one might say, for the first time she was really jealous.

One day, Cassandra, staying in her mind, found out that the girl thinks he's cute. But the more Rose thought about it, the more strange the thought seemed to her. Where did the promise to herself "not to cross the friendly line" go? Did she make that promise for this one?

However, she easily found an answer to that. Now the Doctor reminded many of the guys she had already fallen in love with: both in character and appearance. That's probably why she got used to him quickly. Hand on heart, Rose could admit to herself that in some familiar situation she would rather meet a new Doctor than his previous regeneration.

And it was a matter of ordinary appearance. She would hardly have dared to ever speak to a man who was practically her mother's age. If he were an ordinary person, it is unlikely that they would have common topics for conversation. An ordinary person… It would have been much easier that way. Not age, not different worlds wouldn’t be a hindrance.

The only question is…

Would the Doctor want that?..

This thought stuck firmly in her head, eclipsing the others, and only the pain in her bruised elbow, on which she involuntarily leaned, made her finally return to the real world. At first, the girl didn't even immediately remember where she was and why, but the unchanging deserted corridors refreshed her memory of recent events.

Or... not quite deserted?

The creaking of machinery. The ticking of the clock. Heavy footsteps. Approaching shadows.

And the girl couldn't even run away.

The sounds were getting closer. They seemed very close. Close to capturing her. Or dismantling her for parts for the ship.

And the Doctor wouldn't come.

…

Fast running. Heavy breathing. The whirring of a sonic screwdriver. Northern accents.

This went on for several minutes. Then there was a frightening silence. Rose finally raised her head, ready to accept her fate, but was met only by worried grey eyes.

"Where are you going?" he muttered in displeasure, thrusting the screwdriver into his jacket pocket. "Is life not nice at all?"

"No, why would you..." the girl replied with a laugh, smiling for the first time in all this time. "I just lost my guard, that's all."

"Stupid monkeys..." her savior muttered in his heart and, turning his back on her, was about to leave when suddenly something stopped him. "How did you get here?"

"With the help of the TARDIS," Rose answered honestly, without thinking.

Even though she knew that this answer would entail long questions, she still wouldn't have been able to lie. In fact, how would a human end up here?

It was hard to tell from his look what he was thinking, but it was worth guessing: he didn't believe that a human could have his own time machine.

On the other hand, how can she says that a Time Lord helped her, if at the time of their meeting the Doctor was convinced that he was the only survivor of the Time War. In this case, the Doctor will understand what's what, and most likely will guess that she is talking about his next regeneration. But won't this disrupt the time continuum? Rose remembered perfectly well what such changes were fraught with: it was her fault that the Reapers appeared and were close to destroying, if not the world, then all those who were in the church.

But, nevertheless, she wouldn’t have been able to deny it for a long time. Not only because the Doctor saw through people, but also because she didn't want to lie. He might not know her yet, but she just couldn't betray all the time she'd spent with him.

"That is, with the help of the Time Lord," Rose finally decided to clarify, carefully watching his reaction.

"What does he look like?" There was nothing in his tone to betray interest.

"Brown-haired, in a long raincoat and sneakers..." Rose paused, trying to detect the slightest signs of doubt in his gaze.

Nothing. She'd forgotten how well he hid his emotions.

The Doctor turned his back on her, studying the walls of the ship carefully. Almost like the first day they met… Only on a spaceship you can't break up so easily, and they will obviously be able to talk more than once. Maybe even now?

"But when we first met, he was wearing a leather jacket," he stopped, "constantly running away," he frozed, "and he was lonely��"

The Doctor turned around, and Rose involuntarily shuddered: the feeling of deja vu that gripped her was unexpected. The man had the same look when he talked about himself on the day they met. Expressing all that pain, loneliness, guilt for the defeat and destruction of all the Time Lords. It hurt her to look at him like that. She wanted to take his hand without saying anything and just smile. To show that he isn't alone. As he always did.

But for the first time, time wasn't on her side. The moment of their acquaintance has not yet come. She had no right to interfere... though, what was she talking about? The Doctor had already sent her to Earth once, but she didn't sit idly by, but returned and saved him! And this proves once again that not all rash actions have a bad outcome.

"I felt the presence of another TARDIS on the ship. I should have guessed that my future incarnation would be there. And my future companion is with him." He spoke, emphasizing the word "future".

Rose felt awkward and breathed a sigh of relief when he changed the subject.

"This place is quite dangerous, why are you alone now?"

The girl turned her gaze to the scene of the accident and nervously bit her lip. During all that time of the short dialogue with him, she practically didn’t remember the ill-fated movement of the Doctor, and the old emotions flooded in with renewed vigor. They covered her in such a wave that Rose lowered her head, hugged herself, and sobbed loudly. Tears were gathering in the corners of her eyes, but she stubbornly squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to completely break down.

The Doctor had mixed feelings. The realization that he (even from the future) could cause someone to cry put him in an awkward position. Something made him freeze in place, preventing him from calmly turning around and leaving. Something made him sympathize with a strange girl. Or is it because he intuitively feels that he wouldn't take a bad companion with him? The future he must have found interesting qualities in her. Bravery? Mind? Dexterity? And he can't even asks: breaking his own timeline is too much. But to leave it like that too!

The man didn’t understand how it happened. As soon as he thought about it, he discovered that... he took a stranger by the hand. The strangest thing was that the girl didn't pay any attention to it, as if this was how it should be. It's so weird… And an unusual feeling. How long has it been since he touched anyone… Why is he so worried about this? His hand squeezed hers slightly, and Rose flinched, her gaze shifting to him.

What is it? Why didn't he want to let her go? And did this happen to him from the future? A lot of questions were forming in his mind. But perhaps the most amazing thing was that she was calming down. The crying became quieter and the breathing calmer.

"Thanks." She gasped and seemed about to pull her hand away, but didn’t dare.

"For what?" The Doctor looked into her brown eyes, trying to understand what a hurricane of feelings was raging in her soul.

To think that he was interested in a human girl.

"For being here for me," she replied with a chuckle, after which a wide smile appeared on her face.

The man involuntarily noticed an interesting feature: smiling, she bit the tip of her tongue. And for some reason it made his soul feel better.

"I'm sorry for interfering with your timeline. I don't want to create paradoxes, so we'd better go our separate ways."

"I think meeting you will be the highlight of my life," the Doctor said, smiling slightly. "I do not know what your Doctor has become, but he will definitely come back. He can not help but appreciate a fantastic companion like you."

"Goodbye, Doctor. See you soon," Rose whispered, slowly releasing his hand.

After taking another look at the girl, the man strode off in the direction where he had left the TARDIS. When he almost reached the police box, he heard a man's voice and laughter through tears. Opening the door slightly, the Doctor smiled with the corners of his lips and went inside.

[sunlighthroughthe-ashes]

"why is it so hard to live an ordinary life?"

seokryu's 'appa' asks a simple question — but this is what i adore most about love next door: it keeps its story & characters grounded. why IS it so hard to just be alive — why does it take so much strength to live through a regular day, (with its regular disappointments); just like everyone else? why do your dreams — small and self-effacing as they may be in the palms of your hands — require so much courage to create in real life?

love next door is an ode to the everyday — the quiet trials and treaures that a normal life holds within it. just because something is mundane doesn't make it any less magic — any less important. seok-ryu's 'appa' just wants to look after his family — be a valued member of it. seokryu herself isn't extravagant in what she wants out of life — her dream is simple too: she just wants to cook.

but just because a dream is prosaic, does it make it any less precious? any less full of longing?

love next door brings so much compassion and subtle grace to the silent experiences of a completely normal life — falling in love with your best friend and not knowing what to do about it. joining a cooking class in your thirties after years of meaningless work because finding your own passion is a miracle at any age. thinking you know a person inside out because you've witnessed every step they've taken since childhood — and then finding out that they can still take you by surprise with the complex intricacies of their behavior.

there's a gentle reverence in the way love next door handles its subject matter — as if the show itself truly believes that simplicity is sacred. that a commonplace life is worth contemplation — deep exploration; empathy, understanding.

the ordinary world is where most of us live. and that's what makes its documentation — the description of its tiny heartbreaks; the daily cuts and bruises of every-day life, the small sparks of joy, connection, sustenance — so beautiful. so necessary.

this is what love next door does so well, and with such infinite tenderness. 🤍