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kamenstranger · 29 days ago

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Kakuranger: Act Three - Middle-Aged Struggles -Review-

We start with our new Announcer, Hakuzan Kanda (Enjoh Sauteing sadly passed in ‘21) introducing a new form of wickedness inflicted upon society in the modern era: Social Media.

Ya know what, that’s actually pretty good. You immediately know where this is gonna go with young modern Yokai taking advantage of the human youth through the internet. This did however activate my fight or flight response thinking “Oh god, is this just going to be a bunch of jokes about the youth and getting old” Thankfully that’s not the case... for the most part. It’s more so the Kakurangers having to contend with a familiar threat in a new form that’s targeting the current generation, which, man, that’s a little too real, though I’m probably making that sound deeper than it really is. But I’m also getting ahead of myself. Let’s at least get through the opening.

On that note, the opening credits pushes all the Nostalgia buttons. I can’t imagine how this went over for those that grew up in ‘94 watching the original series. But even for someone like me who watched the series decades later, hearing the familiar theme with new visuals interspersed with old clips from the show does it’s job. We’re then given a series of brief goings on with each member and what they’re up. Sasuke is still dressing like it’s ‘94 and living as a nomad, traveling to help friendly yokai who have integrated into society. It’s a small but nice reminder that there are friendly yokai out in the world. It also serves as a segue into rumors of strange Yokai seen about, which along with a call from Tsuruhime indicates that maybe something is afoot that requires their attention. Speaking of, Tsuruhime now runs and orphanage along with Bun (still played by Yasuyuki Takamine no less) Seikai then arrives in what I can only describe as a Spirit Halloween Yakuza outfit.

Seikai now runs an art store which has lead to having quite the disposable income despite a lack of fashion sense. He also has a kid now. Yeah, Seikai has a child, Goro, adopted from Tsuruhime’s orphanage. We then cut over to Saizo, still making crepes out of (a now modern) Nekomarou. The Kakurangers (sans Jiraya, who is in L.A.) and Goro, gather by Nekomarou for the first time in a long while. We get some gags about aging; bad eyesight, being out of shape, etc. Also Saizo’s luck is still bad, seeing as his business isn’t too hot right now. Goro suggests he should try social media rather than flyers. In any case, the reason for their gathering appears slightly more innocuous. Goro’s birthday is coming up and Tsuruhime wanted to gather for a celebration-- although there’s another more prescient matter not stated publicly, which is that a birthmark on Goro is growing larger and more distinctly skull shaped, looking a lot like Junior.

The next day, Goro and Saizo are attacked by a Yokai, Sunou/Yuki-Onna, hoping to awaken Goro’s true nature. Saizo is partially frozen, but Goro attacks the yokai with supernaturally dark power, driving her away but also giving what she wanted. In the fall out of these attacks, Goro is enraged, questioning if Seikai and Tsuruhime knew of his heritage before storming off. Though this isolation gives Kamaitachi and Yuki-Onna an opportunity to stoke the fires. Elsewhere, Sasuke and his Yokai friends are set upon by another of the Next Generation Yokai, Weasel/Kamaitachi, only to be saved by Jiraiya who was tracking the Yokai all the way from LA. Jiraya, by the way, is the only Kakuranger who retains their basic ninpo abilities, probably because Kosugi himself clearly never stopped being a martial artist. Dude is JACKED. The Kakurangers convene at Tsuruhime’s home, along with Yoshiteru and two kinda new characters, Saburou and Shirou. I say kinda because it’s just Taro and Jiro’s actors, Suchiya Daisuke and Tsuchiya Keisuke. And yes, they’re said to be brothers to Taro and Jiro. I guess they had to incorporate them somehow. Yoshiteru gives an exposition dump explaining exactly what’s going on. When Noble Junior died he cast a spell you resurrect himself, but it was at the cost of his memories, even forgetting he was a Yokai. When they found out they began keeping tabs on him, but it was years later and by that point he already had a wife and a baby. For all intensive purposed, Junior was living a normal human life. Then one day there was a car accident. Junior survived, but fell into a Coma. His wife died, but Goro was perfectly safe, falling to the care or Tsuruhime and later Seikai. By all means Goro’s Yokai abilities should’ve never awakened unless faced with extreme forms of hate, and the internet being what it is plus the confrontation with the Yokai... What’s more, the birthmark on Goro has developed with each birthday, this year would complete the skull.

Given the situation the group doesn’t stand much of a chance against even these two Yokai, let alone the possibility of a new Yokai lord. Their only chance would be to re-acquire the Doron changers, but the would put the door of seals at risk of being opened. Not the mention that fact that transforming could be a danger given their age. Regardless, they don’t have any other option, so Sasuke goes to get the Doron Changers while the rest track down Goro. Which of course ends up at the abandoned warehouse.

This entire scene is pure fanservice. Into Danger Kakuranger starts up, the four confront the Yokai and group of Dorodoros. We even cut over to Sasuke who gets help from Ninjaman to keep the door of seals shut while the Doron Changers are out. Unfortunately, by the time Sasuke arrives with the Doron Changers, Goro has already mutated into his Yokai form Sanmotogorouzaemon.

Why does that sound like an early 90s Mad Magazine gag about complicated names in Japanimation? We then learn the mastermind behind all of this, the Flower Ninja Gabera. For years she’s planned this moment, orchestrating the car accident, watching Goro over the years and biding her time. But the time for chitchat is over, we finally come to the Kakurangers having a final Henge. I will not spoil this moment, but it got the biggest laugh out of me. The rest is just an all out brawl, the Kakurangers going through all their personal weapon-- which I forgot they even had, the Shinobi Knuckle, Saizo does the square cutter technique, and we even get onomatopoeias.

Although probably the funnest thing to happen in the fight is Seikai and Saizo teaming up against Yuki-Onna by using er, words of encouragement.

Also take note of how you can clearly see the stunt helmets with the latches switch to the hero versions in the very next scene. To cap things off, we have a Kakuranger ball finisher used on Gabera.

But the still leaves Goro to deal with. Seikai manages to get through to him, getting his consciousness back. But he’s stuck in his yokai form. And then Noble Junior shows up, having awakened thanks to Goro’s transformation.

In an oddly touching moment, he hugs Goro, absorbing his powers and saying it’s the last time he’ll get a chance to act like a father-- before promptly exploding. Later we see Saizo having great success from Goro’s social media campaign making Nekomaru a hit. Goro is bestowed with being the 25th leader of the Kakuranger by Tsuruhime as we wrap things up. But we still get an ending dance sequence from the entire cast, and even some cameos from the Hurricangers. They even made a new Hanako Yamabuki outfit for Hirose for like a three second appearance. That’s cute. We end with a final shot of the Door of Seals, Doron changers in place, but the seam of the door is glowing red. Time will tell if this is followed up on.

And that’s all of Act 3:Middle-Aged Struggle. Pretty brisk, huh?

I used the term Fanservice earlier and that really is the key word to describe Act 3, both as a positive and detriment. When you break it down, things just kinda happen in this special, and characters just exist. Like, what the hell is up with Gabera? Who made her? They call her a Yokai, and sure, Yokai are just kinda born into existence. But the Kunoichi were cats mutated by a yokai scientist. She’s here because Flowery Kunichi reference and that’s it. Same reason as Taro and Jiro having brothers. We need a story to happen and references. That’s not to say it’s all bad, I clearly had some fun with this and there is a giddiness one gets seeing the team together again, and hearing the old tracks play. The character interactions are fun and I even laughed a few times. Act 3 knows what it is and doesn’t pretend to be anything more. And at 32 minutes it doesn’t overstay its welcome with that Nostalgia blowout. But it is absolutely coasting hard on that aspect and has little else on offer than cute novelty.

Still, there is something to be gleaned from that.

Also, this isn’t a complaint mind you, but there are a lot of pyrotechnics in this special.An unusual amount, even.

They look good, but holy hell they’re prevalent as all get out.

Ah. I should also note that there is something hinky with the MKV file I got. It can play fine, but it really doesn’t like being paused or skipped through. The MP4 version is even worse. However, these issues only happen in VLC. CCCP/MPC had zero problems. So maybe that says more about VLC (which I’ve had a lot of issues with in the past few months with screen tears and hanging up across multiple machines) but it’s something to keep in mind.

This was a pretty short review, but hey it meant fast turn around. Next time though I’ll take at something more substantial, about 7x larger with a review of the third and final 90s Rider Movie Kamen Rider J, plus a review of the Media Blasters boxset. Oh boy, I have some things to say about that.

#review #tokusatsu #kakuranger #toei #30th anniversary #super sentai

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punsmaster69 · 2 years ago

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7/OCT/20XX

visiting tori today to apologize for.. probably being annoying while drunk.

pretty sure i wrote in my journal that day, but i can't bring myself to read it.

"Good morning, Sans!"

"...nice shirt."

"I was in need of another Halloween-y shirt, so it is just perfect!"

"..Is it depicting what I think is?"

"unfortunately."

"Hehehe! I like it anyways."

"Maybe even more?"

[Aggressive scribbling blocks out a line of text.]

"oh, uh, papyrus wanted me to bring you these as thanks for taking care of me. and, as an apology of sorts."

i handed her a plastic wrapped plate of cookies.

"What for? I am enjoying the shirt, if that's-"

"being all up in your fur yesterday."

[The next sentence had a question mark written then scribbled out next to it.]

"That was an intentional choice I made. Do not apologize-"

"figuratively."

"Oh!"

"...Why do you think you were a bother?"

"honestly ...the last thing i remember was you taking me home. no idea what i was like."

"How.. how much longer were you conscious for? I thought you had passed out in my arms.."

"is that look on your face related to the purple i woke up with on mine?"

"I did not expect it to stick.."

"must've been drunker than you thought."

"..Would you have attested, were you awake?"

"huh? you'd kiss a skeleton while 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳?"

"But would you kiss a goat?"

"you're a real freak, kissin' bones."

"Yet you do not deny any goat-kissing."

"Do you only kiss goats while under the influence?"

[Starts of sentences are written beside the quote, but scribbled out to the point of being intelligible.]

"...did i?"

toriel watched my face carefully, but i couldn't tell what she was looking for.

"If I said didn't mind.. would you still be so worried?"

"why wouldn't 𝘆𝗼𝘂 be?"

"What do you-"

"nevermind."

"what're you up to today?"

"I have yet to plan anything. Would you like to come inside?"

".. where's the kiddo?"

"They are out with Flowey at the moment, so it is just us."

she clapped her hands together.

"Ah! Perhaps you would like to watch a movie with me?"

"sure. what've you got?"

movie boxes clacked softly against as toriel sorted through a drawer on the tv stand. the drawer was dusty, but the movies looked like new.

"Papyrus told me you are into old horror flicks. Do you have a favorite?"

"i'm the guest, so you can just pick whatever you want."

"Is it not the opposite, usually?"

"which one's your favorite?"

Tori looked at the movies for a second, then grabbed one with a cat on the cover.

"..This movie!"

"that's a dark one. kinda shocked you like it."

curious to see what else she had, i started poking around in the drawer as well.

"good pick though."

"...Oh! Sans, what are you going as for Halloween?"

"dunno. why do you ask all of a sudden?"

"I did not see you do anything but write in your journal the whole time everyone was making their costumes."

"probably not going as anything. don't think asgore's dressing up either."

"... Let's find you a costume."

——

"Hehehe! Do a twirl!"

"...not sure this is helping."

"What, you would not like to go as a pretty princess?"

"it doesn't even latch in the back. totally uncouth for a princess."

instead of watching movies, i somehow ended up being dressed like a doll.

"i'm gonna snap this thing in half."

"This one seems like it would fit better!"

she held up an even frillier dress, this time in yellow.

"You would be the 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 of the ball!"

her excitement made it impossible to refuse.

"definitely feeling like a dress-up doll."

"You are pretty like one!"

"can't say i've ever been called pretty before."

"You are pretty to me."

"jeez, this zipper-"

"..Are you alright?"

with a loud snap, suddenly i had a zipper pull in my hand.

i could hear her try and cover her laughter.

"A- Are you stuck?"

"welp. the zip broke right off,"

toriel tried not to laugh as i opened the door, still stuffed into a cheap yellow costume dress.

"so i guess i'm just a princess now."

"I'm sure there's 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 way to get it off. Let me see the back."

"how old are these?"

"I think we have had them since our first Halloween on the surface. I bought so many out of excitement, but Frisk has grown too quickly to put many to use."

"no wonder the thing's fallin' apart on me."

"It's... quite stuck. I'm not sure I will be able to get the zipper back open without tearing."

"I could lift it over your head?"

"..yeah, ok."

holding my arms up, tori grabbed the bottom of the dress.

"Ready?"

"go for it."

nearly toppled from the force, but it definitely came off.

"...I like the stripes!"

"staring's not very nice."

i covered her eyes with my hands.

"these bones n boxers are viewed for a price."

"And what would that price be?"

"a marital ceremony."

"..or twenty bucks. maybe just a few drinks."

"Your standards are awful!"

tori keeping her eyes closed this time, i closed myself in her bathroom to put on 𝘮𝘺 clothes this time.

"This dress has quite the tear now."

"sorry. big-boned, y'know?"

"More likely was that I may have pulled too hard."

"just that eager to get my clothes off, huh?"

"It is sounding like you want to get stuck in another dress."

"might as well just run 'em straight into the shredder at that point; pretty sure that wasn't the first one to end up with a hole in it."

"Frisk would probably not mind either way; they were never a dress person."

"But now there is someone I can buy all sorts of cute ones for!"

"at least a size up next time, ok?"

#journal #undertale #toriel #sans #sans x toriel #soriel #toriel x sans

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soopiroth · 2 months ago

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behold... the classic @mybabybearcub question list...

i'm gonna list off my entire list in one day to make up for all the times i saw this and went "uhhh, i'll do this another day"

it's under the cut!

favorite movie? hard pick... i like studio ghibli films a lot, and i watched them a ton growing up, but i also like bugsy malone a lot, such a whimsical movie... and of course ffvii advent children has a place in my heart... um, um, i dunno! i swear i have some more grownup movies I like but to be honest I don't indulge myself in film enough...

favorite toon? ummm lessee... thomas the tank engine doesnt count because it's the model series I like... i like homestar runner a lot! web cartoons count right? ummm i also started watching dungeon meshi and i'm fond of it... ermmmm i dunno.

yeah, i sleep with stuffies, even when not regressed. my mainstay is my sephiroth plush which is kind of a comfort object for me atp... but i've also got a nicely sized tentomon plush I snuggle a lot!!

ummm this is hard too... jerboas... bugs but especially stag beetles n rolypolies... water bear... any weird little guys tbh!

GREEN! purple as a distant second

i have friends who get up to flippyfloppy mutual babysitting antics with me?

...too many, next question.

um... nnneither. i only draw when not regressed and sometimes i even struggle to focus on coloring when regressed. so um... scribbling!

sephiroth plushie... but shoutouts to my toy i had since i was two, a handcrafted stuffie made from a sock. his name is baby but i also call him Boy and soon he will be Man

uhmmm... playdoh is more nostalgic but i do like to mess with slime ig... i don't mess with either much though.

i don't really have little gear! i have a chew stim stick tho that semi counts

um um! i like final fantasy! vii and ix! but i also like bomb rush cyberfunk! and disco elysium! and pokemon and zelda and mario and and and yeah!!!

meeting my online friend that ive wanted to meet up with for ages and we. play toys idk

does the disney store still exist? i liked it when i was real little but i dont care for disney much anymore... so bab. But they're expensive too... hrmmm

what's it to you...? (...i dont like astrology because it encourages an uncontrollable determinism and making assumptions about others instead of getting to know them!)

halloween good. i like the timing of thanksgiving (not the holiday itself, i have a deepseated hatred of colonialism) because it usually means i'll have time near my birthday off from school and work. but i like excuses to cosplay.

i usually just yap! yap yap yap! dm my buddies! yap yap yap!

showers more often but bath as a rare treat to indulge myself

whatever's easiest to eat for me or yummiest. what's "easy" food for me varies from day to day.

fall... good temps, allergies aren't bad, my birthday, crispy weather bringing in the cold after ages of hot... i can still wear shorts but i can also wear jackets

i dunno... i refuse to label it. it's too fluid and bouncy and vague. i just call myself small.

im like a chronic sibby collector, in and out of regression. i have chronic big brother syndrome. i keep becoming people's big brother figure. help. though i specifically have one friend among my bests whom of which we have dubbed each other mirror twins! like rin and len...

yes... why not both? shoutout to corn cho, a snackoo i really like... it's like the baby corn puffs almost but with a layer of chocolate ganache! yummy yummy

one of the things i take most pride in is my writing, both prose and poetry, fiction and nonfiction! but to compliment both body and mind, i like to think i'm pretty cute, i daresay

mulan. i liked belle as a kid a lot too but i also liked mulan bc i pointed and went FELLOW ASIAN and then later ended up trans so. dang i guess they did make a man outta me.

nope! not really! i put stickers on stuff but i don't seek them out actively. but i do collect pins! and i collect merch of my favorite lovely wife kuja ffix

uhmmm despite having dogs i don't see myself as a dog person and i've never really had cats. i'd prefer something less mammalian. more reptillian or an invert of some sort... BUUUUT i like rodents too. but if i had to *compare* myself to an animal... um idk what lol

i am a fellow of great range and nuance! Gimme it all!!!

iiiii love love love writing :) and video game! :)

i like listening to ff tracks that feel evocative of agere for me... but i also like whatever i like when big (which also includes ff music...). so usually for me that's some 2 mello, sea power, billy joel... lots! it all depends

#sfw agere #soopiroth original #kinda?#noncom agere #sfw age regression

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comfybutter · 3 months ago

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Answer the prime numbered questions.

oh uh looks like im gonna be here for a lil while. yknow how sm southern bell type voices say uh th h in while real soft like n they put it before the w sound? i kinda like that. yknow itd be real funny if i dont tell ya th question im resondin to so yer just sittin there goin what th hell is she on abt. witch i sppose most a th time anyone listenin to me is already uh thinkin that but yknow. oh uh i hope ya like listenin to me ramble

2. hell i guess it depends on where i am. fer camping i always used matches but fer stuff indoors like uh arson n birthday candles or whatever i usually use a lighter. when i smoke weed its usually just this dumb old lighter i got off one a my friends from college. yknow i wonder how shes holdin up n all. she used to play runescape in class next to me n i would take notes n give em to er n wed do uh projects together n we stayed up til 3 watchin over th garden wall. yknow it was arnd halloween witch is kinda th best time a th year fer us witches cuz now everybody gets how cool we are n stuff. yknow? oh but mostly i just use my hakkero so i guess th answers neither.

3. nope but i know a couple girls who do. alice.

5. oh uh er. my uh eye color. it varies n all. yellow, red, hazel, bluish greenish sorta that one time on th coverr a my own damn grimoire. it gets confusin yknow?

7. well uh when im gettin all dressed up in my witch outfit fer cosplay or going arnd town n stuff i just use bows. turns out if ya tie it well enough it can keep a braid in yer hair just fine

11. extracurricircular activity? like uh, a school thing? hell i dunno. i guess in uni i was in th board games club n id pop in on th chess club cuz one a my friends was real good at it n they were th historian or treasurer or uh whatever th hell kinda fake positions college clubs makes up all th time. used to do marchin band in highschool but tht was smone else yknow? my workplace has one a those ping pong tables which is cool. never actually had smone to play it wth but its th uh thought that counts i guess.

13. three hours ago. its fine i could go steal a cookie from th cafeteria n ill be right as rain. hell i wanted t work tht phrase in smwhere for ya but dunno if that was it. ill it give it another go smtime soon just wait

17. oh uh my left eye cant see unless smths abt 10 centimeters away but my other eyes just kinda mediocre all around, better at farther tho

19. first time i ever got my nails painted it wwas by a friend whose all ther walls were covered in miku posters n other random art they drew. i helped them dye ther hair uh blue or kinda greenish, hell that stuff stunk, we opened a window in th dorm room n all it was fine. oh n they painted my nails this gaudy bright red, hell it was great. n nail polish smells kinda good, when i was growin up my mom had t hide th nail polish cuz id go to th drawer n sniff it. i never rlly opened thm but that drawer smelled great yknow? i havent painted my nails in so damn long n i dont sniff it either so dont uh call DARE on me or whatever. but it messes wth my guitar practice cuz ya cant rly finger pick wth painted nails. thts why in sm a those cosplay photos i got my left nails all painted but just my pinky on th other hand. oh the right hand yea. well uh im not bad at it or anythin so sure id paint yer nails

23. oh i like it! hell its been a bit too cold where i am recently but id just as soon get cold weather than hot. besides im real used to th cold

26. just kinda flyin arnd on broomy at night. that n turnin into a fox so i could cuddle up on smones lap real gentle like n fall asleep

29. oh uh my shower water is usually only a bit warm. yknow when ya take one fer too long or too hot n ya get out pantin n hunched over n ya just need t lie down n drink water n sometimes ya feel like yer gonna pass away or uh out or whatever? yea i hate that so i take em just a bit warm. smtimes cold too but its been so damn cold outside i cant

31. nothin keeps me grounded. you tryin to take my broom? fuck you

37. oh this s one a those weird ones cuz hell im pretty sure ive only been alive like five years or so sfar as i can remember anyhow. all kinda a haze back then. n its not like i kept in touch with anyone from back then. tried to fer a bit but eh. yknow. i guess i got into touhou round ten years ago. so i guess reimu. n marisa a course.

41. i dont drink coffee it makes my leg real restless n i just cant unwind. or it makes me rambly. oh uh, i mean like, real rambly, yknow?

43. my “take” on spicy food? ya mean like, if i like eatin it? i love eatin spicy food. like, uh pepper spicy or chili oil spicy, not ginger or clove spicy. i like ginger n clove but in low amounts. mint gum also kinda sucks.

47. th last message i sent was “SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH” to this one friend who i like a whole lot. you can tell cuz twelve smooches is quite a bit in th long run n all

49. yea i love skippin rocks! thing is smtimes when i find a real good rock t skip i just hold on to it. too perfect t throw into th water like that. that’s how my little rock collection started anyhow, now i keep a rock tht reminds me a my friends, one per friend. i havent sent everyone ther rocks cuz yknow thats kinda weird to hear aint it? hell im pretty sure i aint spposed to be so self-concious, hell im on th verge a breakin character here. scary as all yknow?

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tenebraevesper · 1 year ago

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Obsolete, Night 10: Into The Pit

''Every wall, every place, somethin' dark is followin' me here without a trace. Is it real or in my head? I guess I'll find out when I wake up back home or dead. Dreadfully, terribly, something is amiss! But I won't mind the feeling, it's all made up in my head. Destiny's melody calling out to me! So what I'm gonna do is fall for you or walk out to the edge. Never the same, the hope I will drain from you. Into the pit, I must admit, I come anew.''

– Into The Pit by DHeusta ft. Dawko (Five Nights at Freddy's Fazbear Frights #1 Into the Pit)

xXxXxXx

Showtime Freddy's gut feeling told him that something was wrong the moment he saw Sam walking into the building. Freddy's had closed for the day, but Anthelm had called the employees for a meeting, including Sam, who wasn't really supposed to work that day. Fortunately for the Showtimes, the meeting was held close to the stage, so they overheard all of it. The current topic of discussion was about the Halloween party that would occur this weekend, something the Showtimes were looking forward to. Considering Freddy's haunted past, it would be the prime location for the Halloween party. However, unlike the past events, the Showtimes would make sure no one would get hurt this time around.

''Someone had misplaced the Halloween decorations that were supposed to arrive today. Does anyone know what happened to them?'' Anthelm asked. The employees exchanged glances, most of them tired and just half-listening, as it was after hours and everyone wanted to just go home. Some glanced at a particular employee, who was on her smartphone. Anthelm rose an eyebrow. ''Janet?''

Janet looked up suddenly from her smartphone, her eyes darting around as she tried to figure out why everyone was staring at her. ''Why are you all looking at me?''

''Weren't you the one who was supposed to pick up the decorations?'' one of the male employees asked. Janet shrugged.

''I dunno, I was busy,'' she replied.

''With what?''

The Showtimes all exchanged glances of amusement as Janet went silent, looking quite anxious. The four knew that she had been hanging out at the back room, texting someone on her smartphone, as Chica found her there when she was looking for an employee to clean up the cake that was accidentally knocked over. Anthelm crossed her arms, sighing.

''I'll call upper management about the decorations and whether they had been delivered and where,'' she said. ''Anyways, onto the next point – the Halloween party. It had been decided that there will be a costume party, but only for visitors. The animatronics will also give out candy packets to any child who comes Trick or Treating. As for the employees, everyone who works will be in uniform.'' There were some of disappointed glances and sighs, but no one really commented on it. Anthelm continued, ''As for our next topic – we will be doing promotions in the upcoming weeks for our newest location.'' That revelation seemed to have caught everyone's attention. ''I will explain everything in more details later on, but for now, all you need to know is that in about a month, Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is going to open.''

''Is that the building outside Hurricane? I saw it when I went out of town,'' one of the female employees asked. Anthelm nodded.

''It is. As I said, we'll be doing promotions for the new location, like giving out coupons and once the Pizzaplex opens, they will also be promoting this location,'' Anthelm added. ''If you have any questions regarding the upcoming events, you can send me an e-mail or ask me during work hours. That is everything.''

The employees then walked away, most just wanting to finally go home, with Janet being the first at the door. Sam lingered for a moment, with Anthelm approaching her.

''I'm sorry for calling you on your day off, Blackburn, but I have some things I need to discuss with you in private,'' Anthelm told Sam, who nodded. ''Like said, the Pizzaplex will be opening in about a month and there had been a discussion concerning the staff members, especially technicians. It had been suggested that all of the technicans should be trained to handle the new generation of animatronics, whether they work at the Pizzaplex or not. Therefore, you'll be sent over to the Pizzaplex to learn more about them.''

Sam rose an eyebrow, but added an uncertain, ''Okay?''

''You won't work there, though. It is just a precaution in case of an emergency. If there is an accident where a technician is unable to tend to the animatronics, you'll be sent over to do the job,'' Anthelm explained.

''I see,'' Sam replied in a quiet, if not tired, tone. ''I'm okay with that.''

''Good,'' Anthelm said. ''Also, after we locate the box with the Halloween decorations, you'll have to dress the animatronics for the party, as the box also contains clothes for them.''

''Okay,'' Sam nodded, then added, ''Speaking of the animatronics, since I'm already here, I had figured I could check on them, just to make sure they're ready for tomorrow. Would that be fine?''

Anthelm paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement. ''Sure, but keep in mind that this repair won't be counted in your paycheck.''

''I can live with that,'' Sam replied. Anthelm gave her a small smile, then glanced back at the Showtimes.

''I don't think you will have much of a problem learning how to manage the new generation of animatronics. I was told that the Showtimes were the prototypes for the new Glamrock generation,'' she said, turning back to Sam. She was unaware of the worried looks the Showtimes gave each other behind her.

''So, the new generation are known as the Glamrock Animatronics?'' Sam asked, her eyes narrowing.

''Don't mention to anyone I told you this,'' Anthelm told her in a hushed tone. ''Fazbear Entertainment wants to keep the new generation of animatronics and their theme as a surprise. They want to hype the visitors up for something brand new, something they hadn't seen before.'' She then turned on her heel, grabbing her bag from the closest table. ''Good night and please, lock the doors behind you.''

''I will,'' Sam said, watching Anthelm leave. Once she saw Anthelm leave the room, she turned to the Showtime Animatronics, noticing the looks of concern on their expressions.

''For your information, we don't need any check-ups,'' Bonnie informed her helpfully, grinning innocently.

''I already know,'' Sam told him, beckoning the four to follow her to the booth closest to Puppet. ''The real reason why I'm here is because I wanted to talk to you. It's really important.''

''So, what is it about?'' Freddy asked as they all sat down. Puppet was inside the box, listening intently.

''I need to talk with all of you about Glitchtrap; the virus that had been affecting both you and me,'' Sam said, her tone calm and collected.

All of the Showtimes were silent, waiting for Sam to continue. They felt tense and uncomfortable, as this wasn't a topic they wanted to address. However, Sam was set on talking to them. She needed someone she could discuss what she had discovered and the Showtimes were the only ones who would actually understand what was going on.

''What exactly is bothering you?'' Puppet asked, breaking the silence and drawing everyone's attention.

''First of all, I want to know whether Freddy had told all of you about our conversation from before, about how you guys had memories from previous animatronics and how whatever coding had been used for Help Wanted was affecting you in a negative way,'' Sam said.

''He told us that night what had happened,'' Chica said. ''We usually try to keep everyone informed when there is any kind of development and your own discovery was really important.''

''You weren't the only one who wanted to know why we were behavin' so weirdly, lassie,'' Foxy added.

''It was a bad experience for all of us,'' Bonnie said. ''The information you had gathered helped us to process everything.''

''In the end, it turns out that it was because of our own coding, or rather, because of the shortcuts Fazbear Entertainment took,'' Freddy said, shuddering. ''They made sure that visitors get the authentic experience, but they had forgotten that the authentic experience also included us, or rather, our predecessors acting hostile towards anyone who approaches us.''

''We should call ourselves lucky that we didn't hurt any of the children,'' Puppet added in a bitter tone. ''It is already bad as it is to know that we might harm someone without wanting or even knowing.''

''Right, imagine having a black-out and snap,'' Bonnie snapped his fingers, ''we are suddenly surrounded by blood and a body lying on the ground, not knowing what happened and whether the person is alive or not.''

''Then it's a good thing that I'm here,'' Sam said, only to be interrupted by Foxy.

''Just a moment, lassie; why aren't you worried that we might snap and hurt ya?'' he asked.

''Foxy, you have seen what I've been dealing with during the past months,'' Sam replied, giving him a confident look. ''I'm certain that I'd be able to handle things in case you got out of control. However, considering how things are, I doubt that you would attack me. You had been attacking and scaring off all of the previous technicians, but nothing like that happened while I was around. I'm sure that there is a reason for that, even if we don't know what exactly that reason is.''

''So, what about Glitchtrap?'' Freddy asked. ''You had told me that you don't believe that he is just a video game character.''

''You're right, he isn't,'' Sam replied, falling silent for a moment as she thought about how to explain what she knew and, more importantly, how she felt. She lowered her head. ''It's just… a bit hard to talk about it.'' She shook her head and looked at the animatronics with a determined look on her expression. ''Still, I feel that I cannot continue refusing talking about this.''

''I had told you before, if you need any kind of comfort or someone who'd listen to you, we're here,'' Freddy told her. Sam nodded and took a sharp breath. She then stared at the table, contemplating how to express herself. It was finally time to open an old wound.

''You had told me that you always feel like someone's observing you… That there is a shadow-like figure watching every move you make,'' Sam said, glancing at Freddy.

''I did,'' Freddy replied.

''I had concluded that this figure might be Glitchtrap and that, like some kind of virus, he had affected you.'' Sam glanced at the other animatronics, who exchanged looks of concern. ''However, I don't think that Glitchtrap is purely virtual in nature, even if he does only exist in a video game. After all, I had been affected by him as well, and I'm a human. Granted, some of the stuff I had experienced was while I was wearing the VR headset, but I was also dealing with hallucinations outside the game.''

''Do you have an idea what he might be then?'' Puppet asked her. ''After all, if he could influence you, maybe he might have ties to the supernatural.''

''I-I-'' Sam clenched her fists, thinking about what Puppet had told her. ''I-I'm not sure, but there is a possibility.'' She took a deep breath, before continuing, ''It's… I don't think I'm as upset about hallucinating stuff… Well, okay, I am, but there's something else I don't want to even think about.''

''If you don't want to talk about it, we'll understand. Don't pressure yourself,'' Chica told her in a gentle tone. Sam shook her head adamantly.

''You guys are the only ones I can talk to about this,'' she told them. ''Matt doesn't know the whole story and Mum will freak out if she learns about any of this… I don't have anyone else I can confide in and if I don't say something, I feel as if I'm gonna lose my mind.'' She frowned. ''As for the actual issue… I hate to say it, but Glitchtrap reminds me a lot of William.''

The animatronics fell silent, all of them exchanging glances. Admittedly, they weren't surprised that Sam made the connection between Glitchtrap and William, but that she actually called him by his name, considering how she was adamant about not mentioning him at all.

''What tipped you off? The fact that they're both bunnies?'' Bonnie asked sarcastically. This got a chuckle out of Foxy, with the rest just staring at him.

''You're also a bunny, Bonnie,'' Freddy told him in a deadpan tone. ''Appearance doesn't mean everything.''

''Freddy is right,'' Sam said, with Puppet turning towards her.

''So, you think that Glitchtrap is William?'' she asked.

''No, I don't,'' Sam responded, shaking her head. ''Honestly, I don't believe that's possible. It… It just can't be possible. He's gone for good, after all.''

''So, do you have any idea who exactly Glitchtrap is?'' Chica asked.

''N-No, not really… Well, I mean I do, but I'm not completely sure. I don't want to jump into conclusions until I'm 100% sure,'' Sam told her, her tone becoming more serious. ''Although, there is another thing that bothers me.''

''What is it?'' Freddy asked worriedly.

''At first, I thought that Glitchtrap was just part of the game, but thanks to the logs I collected, I know that he isn't. He reminds me of William, but it can't be him, meaning I still have no idea who he really is,'' Sam explained. ''We also know that he doesn't only affect the game, but also affects you, myself and even the people who played the game before me.'' Sam sighed. ''Fortunately, Tape Girl did tell me that there is a way to get rid off him, or at least, she left instructions on what to do. I just need to collect a few more logs and I hope that there will be a way to delete him.''

''That sounds like a good plan,'' Foxy commented. ''If yer and this Tape Person find out how get rid off Glitchtrap from our code, we would greatly appreciate it.''

''I'll do my best,'' Sam replied, feeling a hand being placed on her shoulder. Freddy gave her a comforting look.

''Do you feel better now?'' he asked.

''I do… if only a little bit,'' Sam replied. ''The moment I learn anything that would help your situation, I'll tell you about it.'' She then tilted her head. ''What about you guys? You were all giving each other weird looks when Anthelm mentioned the new location.''

''Uh…'' Freddy didn't know how to respond and looked at the other Showtimes, who were just as anxious has he was. No one dared to say anything, forcing Freddy to explain the situation. ''Well, hearing that were just prototypes for a new generation was rather weird.''

''They won't replace us though, right?'' Bonnie said, giving Sam a nervous grin. ''Right?!''

''I'm sure these Glamrock Animatronics are going to be nice…'' Chica tried to be uplifting, but she didn't seem to believe what she claimed.

''How can we know that?'' Foxy asked in a frustrated tone.

''Well, Sam would be going there for her training, so…'' Puppet gazed at Sam, her words causing everyone else to stare at her.

''Hey, don't worry, I don't think the Glamrock Animatronics were created to replace you,'' she replied, trying to give them some hope. ''You'll be staying at this location and they are going to be at the Pizzaplex. I'm sure that both locations will be important.''

''I don't know,'' Bonnie said in a doubtful tone. ''Wouldn't visitors be more interested in the new location rather than the one they know?''

''Well… I guess they would, but once the novelty wears off, they will make up their mind and return here,'' Sam told him, adding, ''Besides, Pizzaplex is outside the town, so it'll take a while for people to get there. People have more access to this location, especially if they're parents who just want to drop off their kids and get some rest.''

''You're right,'' Freddy said, then gave her a bitter smile. ''However, the most we can hope for is that this location won't be closed in favour of the new one.''

xXx

Sam was staring at the VR headset for the better part of the afternoon. It was weekend and she felt nervous about playing the game again and having to deal with Glitchtrap. She couldn't get rid off the uncanny feeling of how much he reminded her of William, not only in appearance, but also saying the one thing she associated with the latter. She didn't believe that he was William, but she felt uneasy around him. However, she needed to go through this. She had only one more challange to complete. As for the Halloween DLC, she had figured that she should take a break before she tried to play through it. Sam then took a deep breath as she put the VR headset back on and found herself back at the main hub.

''Hello? Can you hear me?''

Sam felt chills flowing down her spine and groaned, frowning as she looked at Glitchtrap, who waved back innocently.

''I honestly wish that Tape Girl succeeded in getting rid off you,'' Sam told him. ''Then I wouldn't have to deal with all of this mess.''

''Really?''

Sam winced, baffled when she heard Glitchtrap talking to her once again. She was aware that he was trying to communicate with her, but he would usually be quite cryptic or his sentences would be broken. However, this time, it seemed that whatever barrier obstructed their communication line was breaking apart, or was broken enough for him to talk to her properly. She still had four more Tapes to find for this barrier to completely break. She had a feeling that things would probably escalate once she did find all 16 Tapes, even though she had no idea what would happen. She needed the information, yet she feared what would happen once she knew exactly what was going on. Still, she decided to engage in a conversation.

''Why do you sound so doubtful? After all, you know well how stressed out I've felt during the past days,'' Sam told him. There was a moment of silence.

''Don't you like exploring?''

Sam's eyes narrowed, a look of uncertainty forming on her expression. Glitchtrap was right, she liked exploring. This was something she felt comfortable with and enjoyed, so having Glitchtrap question it felt wrong.

''Of course I do, but…'' Sam wanted to tell him that her gut feeling was screaming at her that she was putting herself in danger, only to realize that investigating an anomaly inside a video game paled in comparison to what had happened with Connor. She felt that it was hypocritical of her to back out of this investigation because of the potential danger, especially since she had been in a much worse situation before. She just turned her back to Glitchtrap, deciding to think through her response and focus on the last game she had, Night Terrors.

She found herself back at the bedroom from Five Nights at Freddy's 4, realizing that she'd have to play through it again, but she had no idea whom she'd have to deal with, aside from Funtime Freddy.

''Hahahaha oh, well, hello again!''

''Oh, for the… Wait a sec!'' Sam ran over to the right door and shone the flashlight down the hallway, noticing Funtime Freddy moving back. ''It is going to be a bit harder to pick up those Tapes like this.''

She soon learned that she was dealing with Funtime Freddy, Bon-Bon and Bonnet the hard way as, while she tried to keep Funtime Freddy away from the room, she ended up getting jumpscared by Bon-Bon and Bonnet. Fortunately for her, it wasn't a Game Over, but it did freak her out enough to neglect Funtime Freddy, who used the time to get closer to her. The only reason she was still in the game was because she had the foresight to close the door the moment she suspected Funtime Freddy was outside.

''I s-see you over there in the dark! Co-Come on out!''

''Not a chance,'' Sam said, waiting a moment, then opening the door. Funtime Freddy was gone, so she pointed the flashlight at Bonnet, who popped out of the drawer. Just when Bonnet vanished back into the drawer, Sam heard another noise and tracked it down, only to be jumpscared by Bon-Bon.

''Not again!'' Still startled, she shut down the left door, listening to the noise outside and waiting for Funtime Freddy to leave.

''Haha, I know you're over there somewhere!''

''I don't like this…'' Sam sighed as Funtime Freddy left and focused again on Bonnet, who popped out of the closet. She ran towards the closet, closing it just in time. She hoped that the night would be over soon, being determined to get through it without a Game Over.

As she continued the game of cat and mouse, she thought about Glitchtrap's question. She had accepted that this one was on her and that she would go through it no matter what. She knew that she wasn't responsible for any of this, but she wanted to take on the responsibility. It was messing with her head and stressing her out, but she felt that she was the only person who knew how to deal with this situation properly. She didn't owe anyone anything, but she felt that she owed it to herself to finish what she had started.

She wanted a peace of mind, but she knew that she wouldn't get it unless she got through this chaos first.

''I will regret this, I know that,'' Sam muttered as she finished the segment. After taking her prize, she found herself back at the main hub, seeing Glitchtrap waving back at her. She glared at him, but then added in a calm tone, ''I do agree that I like exploring, however, due to what I had experienced, I have my doubts. I can recognize danger when I see it, but I also don't mind exposing myself to it. It's maddening and it's stupid.''

She waited for a response, but there wasn't any. Resigned, she focused back on the next segment of Night Terrors. This time, she was dealing with Nightmarionne. The moment she was back in the bedroom, she could hear My Grandfather's Clock playing. She wondered whether there would be more animatronics than just Nightmarionne, but fortunately, it was only one animatronic.

''This is freaking me out…'' Sam muttered as she saw the tentacles wiggling around as Nightmarionne attempted to enter the room. Fortunately for her, this segment was less eventful than the previous one, and she made it through.

The next segment, however, the next segment was a nightmare. Sam was facing Circus Baby while hiding in the closet. She was confident that she would be able to survive the night easily, but it seemed that she failed to account for another issue.

''You should've known I'd find you.''

The moment Circus Baby saw her, she ran over, forcing Sam to close the closet. That part was easy. The actual problem were the PlusBabies that were next to her, shaking whenever she closed the closet. Being paranoid that she may have been doing something wrong, she turned to them, only to realize she hadn't closed the closet properly. The end result was predictable.

Sam winced due to the loud jumpscare and was determined to return to the game. Not to mention, she also needed to collect the Faz Tokens and the Tape she had seen lying behind her.

''You won't die, but you'll wish you could.''

''Oh, shut up Lizzy, I'm not going to… agh!''

Sam facepalmed when she found herself back at the main hub. She had just picked up the Tape and the Faz Tokens, thinking that Circus Baby was too busy searching for her, only to turn around and have the animatronic scream into her face. She then took a deep breath, trying to collect herself.

''Game Over…''

Sam turned to Glitchtrap, who just waved back at her. She frowned, feeling as if he was teasing her.

''I'm not done with this segment yet. I am going to finish this game today,'' Sam told him. To her surprise, it seemed that, for just a moment, Glitchtrap slightly nodded. Rising an eyebrow, she turned back to the segment.

''Did I catch you off guard?''

''Yeah, you did,'' Sam replied. Fortunately, this round was easier due to her earlier experience. She kept the closet closed, opening it the moment she was sure Circus Baby was gone and eventually survived the night. ''One more segment and then I can do the Blacklight Level.''

As she entered the last segment, one where she'd have to deal with Nightmare Fredbear, she figured she'd take a break and listen to the Tapes she had, then go for the Blacklight Level. After dealing with Circus Baby, she was completely focused on Nightmare Fredbear, who seemed to be teleporting at lighting speeds from one hallway to the other. She only had a moment to grab the Tape behind the toy telephone in front of the closet before returning back to repelling Nightmare Fredbear.

Luckily, she did have an advantage here. She only had to deal with one animatronic and didn't even need to use her flashlight as Nightmare Fredbear's red eyes would glow in the dark whenever he was in the hallways, making it easy for her to find him in time. She breathed a huge sigh of relief when the night ended, realizing that she was soon done with the entire game.

Cracking her knuckles, she entered the Tape Room. Glitchtrap was already waiting there for her and while his expression showed the same annoying grin, she had a feeling that he was eager for her to listen to the Tapes. Sam noted that she was still missing two more Tapes, figuring she'll find them in the Blacklight Level.

''Something I'm curious about…'' Sam said as she put in Tape 13, then turned towards Glitchtrap, crossing her arms. ''Tape Girl said she had figured a way how to delete you, so why would you want me to learn that?''

''Go on…''

Sam frowned as she stared at the virtual bunny mascot, realizing that he was a bit too confident for her liking. However, considering he was still inside the game, it meant that Tape Girl had failed. Therefore, it wouldn't be surprising that Glitchtrap would think that Sam wouldn't succeed in deleting him either, even if she followed Tape Girl's instructions or tried to come up with her own plan. Her computer skills weren't that great.

''Let's see what we have here,'' Sam muttered as she played Tape 13.

''They lied to us. They lied to all of us. They told us that the whole point of this VR game was to undo the bad PR done by a rogue indie game developer, who supposedly made up a bunch of crazy stories that tarnished the brand. But that's not true at all! In their haste to develop this VR game and clear their name, they sent us some things I don't think they intended us to see. Such as a hard drive containing e-mails between Fazbear Entertainment and a certain indie developer. Fazbear Entertainment hired the game developer. Those indie games were designed to conceal and make light of what happened. This isn't just an attempt to rebrand. It's an elaborate cover-up. A campaign to discredit everything.''

This was something Sam already knew. Any promotion Fazbear Entertainment had done for the game talked about how the previous Five Nights at Freddy's games were just made to make the company look bad. However, now she had the confirmation she needed.

''Why am I not surprised that Fazbear Entertainment had hired someone to as a scapegoat to cover the past?'' Sam asked sarcastically. She sighed, placing Tape 14 into the tape player.

''I ran a fragmentation program on the area of memory that was storing these logs for you. I effectively broke the files into pieces, and broke the anomaly along with it. That means that you won't have my warnings to guide you. But hopefully, it also means that this anomaly, this virus, or whatever it is, will remain broken and unable to do more damage.''

''Ooooh, damn…'' Sam's eyes widened as she listened to Tape Girl's log, realizing how she completely messed things up by collecting the Tapes. Tape Girl literally broke Glitchtrap apart in order to make sure he wouldn't do any harm and she put him back together piece by piece. ''You have to be kidding me!''

A cold laughter rang in her ears and Sam turned back to Glitchtrap, who was cheerful as ever. He waved at her again, tilting his head. ''Do you enjoy the game?''

''Who are you?'' Sam asked, feeling frustrated.

''Why don't you find out?''

Sam's surroundings suddenly started to glitch out. She knew that this wasn't some kind of bug, but Glitchtrap controlling the entire game. She closed her eyes, getting a headache from all the flashing glitches and when she opened them a moment later, she found herself back at the main hub, the Blacklight Level Pizza Party being set for her. She turned around, but to her surprise, Glitchtrap was gone.

She turned back to the menu screen, aware that she had to make her choice. She could leave the game and hope that she wouldn't give Glitchtrap more power by finding the last two Tapes… or she could finally learn who he was and what he wanted from her. But, would the consequences really be worth it?

What should I do?

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the-cat-chat · 6 months ago

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October 12, 2024

Scream (1996)

A year after the murder of her mother, a teenage girl is terrorized by a masked killer who targets her and her friends by using scary movies as part of a deadly game.

Warning: Review may contain spoilers. Read at your own risk.

JayBell: Just when I had finally given up on slasher movies, we finally get to Scream. Honestly, I’m surprised by how much I enjoyed this movie. It might be my favorite slasher movie we’ve watched so far next to Halloween.

I like the self-aware, break-the-fourth-wall thing they’ve got going on. It’s like all the characters know they’re in a slasher movie and have fun with it. The satire adds to the entertainment. Also, the whodunnit aspect is stronger in this movie than the other slashers we’ve seen. Usually, the identity of the slasher isn't as much in question and doesn't really matter.

Also, I like the characters, which is a huge deal for a slasher movie. Cause usually I'm rooting for the character to die since they're such assholes, really frustrating and stupid, or endlessly annoying. But I actually like the characters in this one. I especially like that they've given a few female characters actual personalities and substance, which you can't always find in slasher movies. And the acting isn't terrible either.

Now the question remains: Are we gonna be able to catch up on all the movies in the franchise before the next one releases?

Rating: 6.75/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: Now I never watched Scream bc I thought it was a joke, especially bc there is like a thousand installments. But I think this might be one of our best movies this year and definitely great for spooky season. It’s not really scary, I mean bc it’s real, sure, but not in like a jump scare way. But we spent the whole time guessing who the real ghost face was. So it was a lot of fun and really interesting to watch. And everyone was such a babyyyy. And I’m shocked her dad was alive at the end. (But it was weird the cops never went out of their way to find him?? But whatever.) And I loved Jamie Kennedy’s character and honestly can’t believe he survived. My final and general thought is for being nearly 30 years ago- for a scary movie, it’s not only suspenseful and kinda scary, but def way better than the iconic movies that came out before it and that I wanna actual see the other installments rather than just trash watch them.

Rating: 7/10 Cats 🐈‍⬛

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island-like-no-other · 7 months ago

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What We Do On The Island

A series of interviews with the residents of the Island Like No Other, inspired by what we do in the shadows. First up: the drifters’ music taste

Leslie Jones (interviewer for WWTP Cape Radio): Alright, we’re going to ask each of you the same question. What’s your favourite song?

Tanya J. Voss (Trailers): it’s gotta be “Kill the Director” by the wombats. Absolute classic. I know, I know, you were probably expecting me to say something more 80s and Synthwave-y. What can I say? I’m a sucker for britpop. Definitely no other reason.

“Keira Bates” (Dead Beat): Well… DJ Canistro would probably say Murder on the Dance Floor. But since you’re asking me off the clock? I’m gonna agree with Tanya. It is solidly Kill the Director.

Eve Polaris (hyperia after dark, among other things): hmm… a few seasons back I would have said The Swarm by You Me At Six. These days I’m loving Icarus by Bastille, and since becoming the Director I’ve found a real appreciation for Together in Electric Dreams, by the human league.

Leslie: Ah. That explains some things. How about you, Trudy?

Trudy Howell (Stitches): One song I just adore is “tonight you belong to me,” by Patience and Prudence. It’s ever so nostalgic. For something a bit more modern, I do also enjoy “Puppet Loosely Strung” by the correspondents. It reminds me of my darling Neil.

Yvette Long (Survival Games): ooh, that’s a toughie! I don’t really listen to much music… I guess any of instupendo’s instrumentals. I love that dreamy and ever so slightly threatening energy.

Cora (The Crows): Anything by Fish in a Birdcage. If I had to pick one, maybe Rule #21, Memento Mori? I love them all though. There’s something about their instrumentation that just draws me in!

Morgana Faith (Creature Campus [Sorcerer’s Sorority]): I tend to go for songs with that spooky Halloween vibe. Call me basic, but lately I’ve been loving Black Magic by Little Mix and W.I.T.C.H by Devon Cole.

Sasha Linden (Creature Campus [gorgons]): I love that sort of folkloric forest witch energy (don’t tell Morgana though. I’ll never hear the end of it). Songs like The Goddess and the Weaver by Spiral Dance, or maybe Harpy Hare by Yaelokre. All my friends have a more alternative punky vibe, but this stuff is my guilty pleasure music.

Calliope Morningstar (Lucifer’s Lair): Lately I’ve been jamming out to the hellaverse soundtrack! I love Ready for This and All 2 U. Oh? You meant “normal” music? Killjoy. Alright, Pomegranate Seeds by Julian Moon. Final answer.

Lesie: thank you everyone! I can’t wait for Rift Season to get into full swing this afternoon and to see you all at your full potential. See you next time, and thanks for tuning in to WWTP Cape Radio. Leslie, Signing Off

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trewtitlesandtribulations-blog · 3 years ago

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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?

"A claw?"

I sigh, head hanging. "Jack, listen, I-"

"A CRAB claw?!" Jack asked again, aghast.

"Shut up and let me explain!"

"For the love of all that is good and holy, please do!"

I go to scratch the bridge of my nose, and nearly take my eyes out on the tips of my new appendage. I take a deep breath.

"You know that dream I told you about?"

"The one with the Djinn, right? I thought you paid for an exorcism."

"I thought so too, but I guess the guy was a quack, 'cause this last week the dream started up again."

"Ok, so the dream is back. And?"

"There was something I didn't tell you about those dreams." I look at my carapice-clad arm again. "Specifically, the effect they have on the real world."

"What, like how nightmares can make you sweat?"

"A lot more effect, actually." I realize I'm thirsty, and reach for my water bottle, only to cut it in half, the aluminum like butter before the power of chitin. "Shit...When I make a wish in the dream, it comes true. The kicker is, I don't remember what the wish was."

The line is silent for a moment. "This have anything to do with how you got that new computer without being able to tell me where you got a 3090, or how you afforded it on a cashier's salary?"

"I can only imagine they're related, but that's how it works."

"Really wish you had told me about this sooner. Think how many lotteries we could've gotten the winning numbers on, and there'd be no way for them to figure out how you did it"!

"I was playing the lottery already, given that I never knew what excitement was waiting for me the next morning. Now, as for this claw..."

"Djinn's like to screw with people, right?" You can almost see the furrow in Jack's brow, thinking through a magical loophole. "So...you got any trees you wanted to cut down? Maybe a padlock that needed removal?"

I think back to the last few days, cursing my dry throat. Cutting...what did I need to cut? Nothing, I'm not some lumberjack. It's a long way from Halloween too, or I might even label this as some insane bid for a costume. So what...?

Something clicks. "Shit."

"What?"

"You remember when I had that cancer scare, right? I was sweating bullets, I was terrified, and now...It's not a crab claw. It's a lobster claw."

"...you've lost me."

"Lobsters don't get cancer, man. They don't even age. They have this...this enzyme, I think. It keeps DNA healthy, no defects, no loss of data. I think...I think I wished to be cancer proof."

"So now your arm is gonna live forever. Great! What about the rest of you?"

I go to answer, but something sticks in my throat. I cough, trying to clear it, and it only gets worse. I stumble to the bathroom, ignoring Jack's confused questions, and make it to the sink just as I gag. With each heave, the obstruction gets worse.

Finally, I feel something come up. Multiple somethings. They're hard. Like chitin.

It occurs to me that lobsters mouths work differently than mammals.

It occurs to me that my face has been a little itchy all morning.

It occurs to me that my non-carcinized limbs look oddly red.

And as I look into the mirror, and see my eyes start to turn jet black, see my skin harden, it occurs to me that I'm a long way from the sea.

#show and tell time #show and tell #satt #satt-prompt #satt-writing-prompt #satt-genie

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babymetaldoll · 4 years ago

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Family probation period (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Matthew Gray Gubler meets his girlfriend’s family on Christmas eve. Just one detail: none of them knew she was dating.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abusive relationships

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader

Wordcount: 3,5K

A/N: A late Christmas story, but I think we are still in the holiday season... right? also: requests are officially open

Masterlist

- "Are you sure about this?"- (Y/N) looked at Matthew and he nodded with a huge grin on his face. They were parked outside her parent’s house. They had driven from Los Angeles to San Francisco to spend Christmas Eve with them.

- "Why not? I bet they are gonna love me"- he answered with his “Matthew Gray Gubler’s certified to make you drop your panties smile.”

- "I don’t know, I’m nervous"

- "Well missy, it was your idea to drop by your parents and surprise them with the news of your adorable boyfriend, so?"- (Y/N) smiled and nodded.

- "And you thought it was a great idea, by the way, that's why you are here"

- "Yeah"- Gubler sighed and looked outside- "Why do you still trust my good judgment?"

- "Well…"- (Y/N) looked at me and bit her lips- "You are very convincing"- he smiled and kissed her lips softly.

- "It's gonna be ok, they love you, I love you, which means we are gonna get along"- she nodded and smiled.

- "Alright, I'll pretend that makes sense"- Gubler chuckled and kissed her again

- "Let's do this, Bunny".

Matthew and (Y/N) had been dating for over ten months. At first, they decided to take things slow, get to know each other better, try to make things work with their crazy schedules. But soon, they realized they had fallen in love, and “taking things slow” was not their thing.

(Y/N) had decided to wait for the right moment to tell her parents she had found someone. Her last relationship had been a nightmare, and she knew her family (especially her brother) was going to be apprehensive about her new boyfriend. However, she was eager to tell them how happy she was with Matthew and how great he was with her.

He was, hands down, the best boyfriend she had ever had. He was sweet and thoughtful. Sure, he wasn’t perfect. He would forget many things 'cos his head was in hundredth places at once (she was almost sure he had ADHD). And sometimes it felt she had a boyfriend and a son all wrapped in the same 6 ft adorable manchild she was dating. But still, he was the best boyfriend.

She was hoping her parents and family would see he made her happy.

- “Ok, here we go”- Matthew rang the bell and turned to (Y/N), excited. She laughed and opened the door.

- “I still got my key.”

- “Right.”

- “Hello? Mom? Dad?”- she took a step inside and looked around. Her father stood up from the couch quickly and nearly ran to the door.

- “Peanut! You are home!”

Matthew smiled and held their bags staring at the scene. In all the time they had been together, he had heard a lot about (Y/N)’s parents. She loved them deeply, and he knew she wanted to share their relationship with them.

Her last boyfriend was an abuser, he hit her, and she kept it from everybody for months before breaking up. That’s why he could understand why her family would be apprehensive. And he was ready to show them how much he loved her.

- “My baby is home!”- (Y/N)’s mom appeared from the kitchen and hugged her daughter, who was still wrapped in her father’s embrace.

- “Guys! I can’t breathe!”- she pretended to be suffocating and giggled.

- “Too bad! You are never home! So bear with it!”- her father chuckled and kissed the top of her head

- “By the way, (Y/N), who’s the man standing by the door?”- her mother asked and frowned, looking at Gubler. He smiled and waved, making his best to look as nice as possible.

- “Guys, I want you to meet Matthew Gray Gubler… my boyfriend.”

And the silence in the room was as thick and uncomfortable as possible.

- “Hello”- Gubler smiled and shook their hands- “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N) talks so much about you”- but neither of them knew what to say.

- “Guys, it’s ok, he is a good guy”- (Y/N) wrapped an arm around Matthew, and he immediately kissed the top of her head.

- “Did I hear my sister has a new boyfriend?”- footsteps coming down the stairs surprised the couple, and (Y/N) wide opened her eyes immediately.

- “Adam!! You are home!!”- she hugged her brother so tight, he couldn’t help but laugh.

- “I’ve got the feeling you missed me.”

- “So fucking much!! When did you get home?”

- “Last night, mom said you’d be coming for Christmas, so I thought I could surprise you.”

- “And where are my nephews? I wanna spoil my babies!”

- “With Emma getting the last few things mom needed from the grocery’s, but they should be here any minute. I missed you, kitty.”

Adam kissed her forehead and looked at her sweetly. It was clear he loved and cared about his little sister. But as soon as his eyes reached Matthew, his whole face changed.

- “And who is this?”

- “This is my boyfriend, Matthew”- (Y/N) walked back to Gubler and held his hand- “He is awesome, so be nice, ok?”

- “Nice to meet you, Adam. (Y/N) talks so much about you. I was looking forward to meeting you”- Matthew shook his hand and smiled.

- “Funny, she never mentioned you.”

- “Yeah,”- (Y/N) explained- “I wanted to give you guys a surprise, and I knew if I told you over the phone, you were going to stress out, so I thought it would be better if you just met him”

Her family nodded but didn’t look pretty convinced.

- “I know you are all real apprehensive about (Y/N) having a new boyfriend, but I promise you, I’m nothing like her ex, and I wanna show you how much I care for her if you let me.”

Gubler was sincere and upfront. (Y/N)’s parents nodded, but her brother just crossed his arms and frowned.

- “Adam, be nice”- she warned and grabbed her bag- “Let’s leave these in my room, Gub.”

- “You are not sharing rooms with a boy!”- her brother instantly replied, but she ignored him and walked upstairs. Matthew took the bags from her hands and followed her.

- “Sorry”- (Y/N) whispered and closed her eyes, embarrassed. Gubler left the bags on the floor of her room and walked towards her to hold her hands.

- “Hey, it’s ok, they are just shocked,”- he whispered and smiled at her, trying his best to make her feel better.

- “I would be shocked too if our daughter walks into our house and tells us she has been dating nearly a year with some guy I’ve never heard about.”

(Y/N) chuckled and sighed. The words “Our daughter” had been enough to make her forget everything that troubled her. The idea of a future with him was too sweet to worry about anything else.

- “Now, back to what really matters here”- Gubler took a look around and pointed at the walls- “Did you have some kind of obsession with My Chemical Romance growing up, or is it just me?”

- “Eh… nope”- she simply answered and laughed. There were many posters of the band on every wall in that room.

- “I don’t know, I’m getting the vibe you had a thing on that guy… he kinda looks like a vampire.”

- “Gerard? he was…”- (Y/N) made a pause and looked at the walls- “I had a little crush on him”

- “Little?”- Gubler raised an eyebrow

- “Yeah, just a little, nothing to worry about… I just wanted to marry him, that’s all.”- he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.

- “I guess you never know someone until you walk into their teenage room.”

Matthew was nervous, but he was never going to face it. He wanted to make a good impression, and he wanted (Y/N)’s parents to like him. He was in that relationship for the long run, and it was important for him to have her parent’s approval. And clearly, now her brother’s too.

- “So, Matthew, what do you do?”- Adam asked him as everybody gathered in the kitchen, drinking eggnog and setting the last few things for the Christmas dinner.

- “I majored in film directing in New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts"- (Y/N) bit her lips and smiled. She was torn between feeling embarrassed and enjoying the moment.

- “Film directing”- Adam looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

- “Yeah, I always loved making movies and telling stories”- Gubler sipped his cup of coffee and smiled.

- “But, do you have a regular job?”- Adam asked and raised an eyebrow- “Making movies doesn’t sound like a real job to me.”

- “Adam!”- (Y/N) looked at her brother with daggers in her eyes

- “What? I’m getting to know your boyfriend, isn’t that what you wanted?”

- “Yes, but you don’t have to be a dickhead”- the young woman walked a few steps closer to her brother and raised an eyebrow- I haven’t seen you in six months. Can you just be nice?”

Adam meant no harm, but he was worried. He had been the one his sister called after her ex-boyfriend hit her. He had been the one who took her out from that apartment, picked up her things, and took care of her. Of course, he was scared she might get hurt again.

- “And where are you from?”- (Y/N)’s mom asked him as they all walked to the living room and sat down.

- “Las Vegas,”- Matthew answered and smiled- “My family still lives there, and we visit as often as we can.”

- “So, you’ve met his family”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her daughter and raised an eyebrow, surprised.

- “Yeah, they are the best! We spent Halloween with them this year. We took Matthew’s nephews trick and treating. It was really fun!”

Mrs. (Y/L/N) nodded and stared at the scene. Gubler was sitting next to her daughter, holding her hand and looking at her in honest and deep adoration. It was strange and shocking, but at the same time, she could feel he was a nice guy who loved her very much. And that was all she needed to know.

Meanwhile, Mr. (Y/L/N) started asking Gubler questions about his family, school, and what he did for a living.

- “Right now, I have an acting job.”

- “Really?”- (Y/N)’s brother raised an eyebrow, surprised- “TV?”

- “Yeah.”

Adam was about to keep asking about it when his wife, Emma, walked in with their five-year-old twins.

- “Aunt (Y/N)!!

- “Munchkins!”- the young woman opened her arms and hugged them at the same time as the kids held her legs tight, almost making her fall.

- “You are so big! why aren’t you two babies anymore?”

- “(Y/N)! hey”- Emma walked over and looked at her, but suddenly she just gasped.

- “What?��- Adam asked, confused- “What is it?”

- “Oh shit!”- she nearly dropped the bag and wide opened her eyes, suddenly- “Why is Spencer Reid in our living room?”

Matthew looked at (Y/N), and neither of them knew what to do or say. So he just stood up and walked over to shake her hand.

- “Hi, I’m Matthew, (Y/N)’s boyfriend.”

- “No freaking way!”- Emma whispered and held his hand, repeating a little slowlier- “No freaking way”.

Adam looked at his wife and didn’t understand a word she was saying. His parents didn’t get what was going on, and (Y/N) just bit her lips, trying not to laugh. She never thought that could happen.

- “I’m gonna put an eye on dinner…”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) said and stood up- “(Y/N), can you give me a hand?”

- “Sure mom”- she said and smiled at Gubler. He winked and watched her walking to the kitchen with her mom. Things were a little weirder than he thought.

- “Ok, what was that?”

- “What was what, mom?

- “Emma nearly died when she saw Matthew. Why?”

- “‘Cos he is in a tv show and she recognized him, I think”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her and sighed.

- “Is he good with you?”

- “The best”

- “‘Cos he looks like he is a nice guy”

- “I swear, mom, he is the sweetest. He wanted to come and meet you to show you he is nothing like Bret”- (Y/N) held a bowl with roasted potatoes and smiled at her mother- “I love him”

- “You can tell… and he loves you too, especially if he is willing to put up with your brother”

- “Can you tell Adam to stop being an ass?”

- “I can tell him, but that won’t stop him”.

When (Y/N) walked to the dining room, she looked at her boyfriend, who was now sitting on the floor, doing magic tricks for her nephews. She felt her heart was about to burst, staring at the scene. The twins were laughing, and Gubler kept making pennies disappear in front of them.

She couldn’t stop hearing his voice saying “our daughter” over and over again. It was a dream, and it was too soon to even think about it, but it felt so right. It made so much sense.

- “I like him”- her father’s voice took her from her thoughts and forced her to turn around

- “Really?”

- “Yeah… he’s good with kids, and it’s clear he loves you, that’s all I need to know”- he kissed the top of his daughter’s head and sighed.

- “Your brother hates him though”

- “I kind of figured”

- “The fact Emma is drooling over him is not making things better”- (Y/N) looked at her father and just laughed.

- “Are you kidding me?”

- “No, he took her upstairs to cool her off”

- “Shit… well, it could be worst”

- “How?”- she looked at her father in silence

- “Well… Adam hasn’t tried to kick him out”

- “Yet”- Mr. (Y/L/N) chuckled at his own joke and shook his head- “Don’t worry peanuts, Matt is safe”.

- “Actually, can you not call him Matt, please? bad memories.”

- “Sure, Matthew it is?”- she nodded and smiled.

- “Thanks dad”

- “Dinner is ready”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) announced after half an hour. She walked to the living room where Adam, Matthew, and her husband were talking.

Gubler was having a good time talking with Mr. (Y/L/N). He was fun and kept telling her funny stories about (Y/N). Adam was still a dick, but at least his father wasn’t paying him much attention, so neither did Gubler.

- “This smells amazing”- Gubler said as he sat down next to (Y/N)- “I’m guessing this is Mrs. (Y/L/N) ’s signature turkey recipe. (Y/N) talked about it the whole way over.”

- “She has the recipe, by the way, if you like it, she can cook it for you”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) smiled proudly.

- “Yeah, just make sure she won’t burn down the house”- Adam joked and felt his sister’s angry eyes on him- “What? I’m making an aimless conversation. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

- “Shut up”

- “She is a great baker”- Matthew continued talking- “She is actually making me gain weight in the latest months”

- “Sure, like you could get fat”- (Y/N) snorted and looked at her boyfriend

- “Hey, you are making me eat cinnamon rolls, cake, and cookies like three times a week”- Gubler chuckled and looked at her- “My pants almost don’t close”

- “So, Matthew”- Emma said suddenly- “How did you two meet?”

- “He actually said I smelled like cinnamon rolls the first time he met me”- (Y/N) smiled and looked at her sister in law.

- “We met at a party, her friend Ana is dating my friend Charlie. And when I saw her, I knew I had to talk to her ‘cos she has the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen”- Emma was nearly sighing at those words.

- “And did you recognize him?”- Adam was embarrassed by his wife’s questions, but he couldn’t stop her.

- “No, I had never seen the show…”

- “And do you know the rest of the cast now? Do you hang out?”- Adam looked at Emma and frowned- “What? I’m just asking”

(Y/N) blushed and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and felt her boyfriend’s hand on hers, knowing what she was about to say.

- “So, we are here today because I wanted you to know Matthew. He is the best guy on earth, and he makes me happy every day”- she made a pause and looked at him.

- “You make me happy too, Bunny”- he whispered and smiled.

- “Ok, so you are in love, is that what you wanted to tell us?”- Adam said with an annoyed voice.

- “No, we wanted to tell you we are moving in together.”

(Y/N) bit her lips after delivering the news. Her parents looked at each other but didn’t seem mad, just surprised. Adam, on the other hand, frowned immediately.

- “Before you start freaking out and yell at me,”- Matthew said with a soft voice- “I need you to know and understand how much I love your sister, and I would never hurt her in any way. Never.”

Her family looked at him in silence. Her father nodded and smiled.

- “It’s clear you are a good guy, Matthew,”- he said, and (Y/N) sighed, feeling relieved to hear those words- “And I know you understand we will always be a little scared something bad might happen to our baby again.”

- “I completely understand. I just want you to know I will never hurt her. I love her, I wanna live with her. I’m here for the long run, and I wish you could all give me a chance”.

(Y/N) felt like crying when she heard those words. Matthew was telling her family how much he loved her. He was showing them he wanted to be with her. Nothing could be better than that.

- “And have you thought about where you’ll live?”- her mother asked, smiling.

- “I recently bought a house,”- Matthew explained- “We are planning to move in after the holidays. Meanwhile, we’ve been busy getting a few things we needed”- he looked so happy, no one could doubt he was excited with the plans.

- “Listen”- no one but Adam, apparently- “If anything happens to my sister, I’m gonna hunt you, I will find you, and I will make you pay.”

- “Adam…”- she tried to argue, but Gubler smiled at her and nodded

- “I know there is nothing I can say that will make you believe me, so I will just ask you to give me the chance to show you how much I love her.”- but Adam didn’t say a word.

- “I know what happened to her was awful, and I know you don’t want anyone hurting her, but that’s not what I wanna do. I just wanna make her happy. If she wants me to.”

Adam looked at his sister, who had tears in her eyes. He couldn’t bear to see her cry, though those weren’t sad tears. She looked at Matthew, and he smiled at her, wiping the tears from her cheeks and kissing her lips sweetly for a second. He whispered, “I love you,” and she giggled.

- “Oh come on!”- Mr. (Y/L/N)- “Even I can see he loves your sister! stop being a dick and be happy for them!”- Adam sighed at his father’s words and stood up.

- “If you fuck it up, you are dead”- he said and reached out his hand to Gubler- “But I trust you won’t”- and Matthew quickly stood up and shook it.

- “I know you just want to take care of her, and I completely understand that”

- “You are in family probation period.”

(Y/N) smiled at her brother, and he winked at her. Finally, she sighed, relieved.

- “I can’t believe you are gonna move in with Dr. Reid!!”- Emma almost shrieked

- “Please don’t”- Adam frowned and looked at his wife- “Don’t make this harder”

- “You are gonna have to watch the show with me, you are gonna love it. I swear you won’t be able to hate him once you know Reid”

(Y/N) looked at Matthew and whispered in his ear.

- “Your family wasn’t embarrassing. Mine was. I’m sorry”- he nearly laughed at those words and shook his head.

- “My friends are embarrassing if it counts”

- “Your friends are my friends, Gubler”

- “Fine, we have embarrassing friends, we are gonna have to live with it”

Gubler moved a little closer, and was ready to kiss her when Adam’s voice stopped him.

- “Just don’t make out with my sister in front of me while you are on probation, dude!”

- “Sorry!”- Gubler nearly jumped on his chair, and (Y/N) chuckled- “Sorry!”.

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lustbile-archive · 5 years ago

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In The Cards

HaechanxReader

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary/Warning: Smut. Best friend Haechan wants you to read his tarot :( warning! very beginner tarot knowledge. all card interpretations found on the app golden tarot

Request: can i request a bestfriend-to-lovers hyuck where he and the reader share their first time together?

This is the third installment of my week of halloween fics. Info about possible blurb night here

“Please?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s weird.”

“How is it weird?”

“Haechan seriously,” you finally turn to face him as you lay side by side on your bed, the pout and puppy eyes he wears on his face the exact thing you had feared to see as you knew he had his ways of convincing you no matter what, “you’re asking me to do a reading on your love life.”

“And how is that weird?” his voice pitches as he turns to mirror you, now with you both on your sides and your phones tucked under your respective pillows you have no choice but to stare into his warm eyes. His body is dramatically lax as he relaxes into the mattress, already ready to toss his body around obnoxiously if you decide to deny him again.

“You’re my best friend dude, it would be weird to see what the cards say about your possible romantic activities,” you were somewhat telling the truth. Yes, you thought it would be kind of weird to see what your cards had to say about his love life, the idea being weirdly intimate for you, but you also knew that there was a small part of you, an evil yet insecure little gremlin that had made a home in your heart a few months before, that would take whatever they say directly to heart. You never anticipated forming romantic feelings for the boy in front of you, actually when you and Haechan had first started getting close you stubbornly denied that something like that happening was possible, yet here you were stupidly infatuated with the boy who lays in your bed wrapped warmly in a worn hoodie with your heart trapped between his teeth, “that and I’m not even that good at doing readings yet.”

“An even better reason to do it,” he sits up with a jolt of energy making you return to your place on your back to watch him, “so even if you do my reading, like you said you’re not that experienced so we won’t take what they say to heart right? It can just be for fun.”

Your eyes squint in disbelief as you try to read the look on his face. Regardless of his words, you know it wouldn’t just be for fun. Haechan had made it kind of obvious on the few occasions that tarot readings, and things related to things of that nature, were brought up, that he truly did believe it. Haechan had a whimsy about him, a belief and willingness to believe in things outside of himself, things he couldn’t really explain, and usually you’d find it incredibly endearing, but now it just helped in raising your stress levels.

“Come on dude,” his head tilts back and his face scrunches as he tries to convince you, his determination unfortunately making a smile start to pull onto your lips, “I’m bored and the ambiance is way too sexy right now for us to not do some witchy shit.”

Again, like always, he was unfortunately right. It was late into the night, nearing 3 am, and a storm raged loudly outside. The storm being the exact thing that had locked Haechan in your room to begin with as it had knocked your power out an hour or so before the time he was meant to leave, so he had decided to stay instead. He had claimed it was because he didn’t want to bother with traveling in the storm, but you could easily pick out the softness behind his eyes when you casually mentioned not wanting to be alone in the dark.

Along with the steady storm, you had also gathered your collection of candles and scattered them lit around the room, that and the quiet sounds of Florence + The Machine and Fleetwood Mac playing from the small speakers connected to your phone only supported Haechan’s argument. You two had perfectly crafted the perfect atmosphere to ask questions to some other force, and you can’t help but kick yourself for putting yourself in such a position.

“Okay fine,” you finally respond hesitantly, a grimace on your face and you move to sit up as well. You hate the way your chest tightens at his reaction to your words, an excited jump bouncing him in the air as he leans over to the table you keep to the side of your bed. The idea that he just knows exactly where you keep your things dances tauntingly in your mind and you angrily push it down as you move to sit facing him with your legs crossed underneath you.

“Found ‘em,” he whispers as he rifles through the drawer, a quiet triumphant noise squeaking from his chest as he moves to sit back in front of you, mirroring the way you sit with a smug grin on his face.

“Shuffle them a couple times for me,” you say, motioning to the deck in his hands, and he does so immediately. His fingers work slowly and gently, the fear of damaging the deck floating around his form. He splits it a few times, shuffling them together in a neat stack before he hands them to you like a devious cat happily offering their owner a dead mouse, and you smile softly at his consideration for your things.

“I’m only gonna do a three card pull okay? Past, present, and future okay?”

“Yeah, yeah that’s cool,” he nods excitedly as he shifts around where he sits, his anticipation slowly gaining on him, “I’m cool with whatever.”

“Okay give me a question to ask while I shuffle,” you command, your hands holding the deck as you get ready to shuffle, “it can be as detailed or vague as you want, the cards should understand what we're asking.”

“I just wanna know…’’ he hesitates for a moment, his lips caught between his lips as he thinks, “love life I-.... hm… I guess I want to ask it to show me the path my love life will take.”

You only nod in response before your eyes fall closed. Your heart beat picks up and your hands shake slightly in your nervousness, but regardless you begin to repeat the question in your mind as your hands begin to move. ‘Show me the path of Donghyuck’s love life’ you speak to your cards as they dance between your fingers, your hands much more rough than Haechan’s.

His breathing is almost deafening as it's the only human sound that hits you as you work, and you hear it catch when your hands stop moving.

Your eyes open again, and with a deep breath you lean forward to spread the cards out in front of him in the shape of a fan, “pick three and put them in my hand,” you command again with your hand held out flat, “whichever three speak to you.”

“Okay,” he whispers, his fingers moving to hover over the cards and the way he holds himself he looks as if you’ve just asked him to take a standardized test. He jolts slightly before grabbing the card below his hand, and it's quickly placed on your palm. His reaction when picking the other two are not much different, and after a minute or two you have all three cards and you’re gently collecting and setting the remaining cards to the side.

“Okay,” you start as you shift to get in a more comfortable position, “we’ll start with past.”

He nods as you move to lay down the first card you were handed, the card revealing itself to be The Lovers, their naked bodies and the angel that lives behind them almost taunting you and making you tongue stick dryly to the roof of your mouth.

“Okay..” you trail off as you glance at the boy in front of you, his eyes going slightly wild at the sight of the card in front of him, “now present.”

Wanting to get out of the situation as quickly as possible, you lay the next card down, and before you now lay the two of cups. Another pairing of people to stare as you squirm.

“Finally,” you huff moving to lay down the last card, “future.”

With a soft thud, you place the card down, the naked woman that floats in the center of The World card is impossible to ignore. Haechan hums quietly in consideration, his head bobbing slightly as his eyes move across the spread before him. He looks pensive for a moment when he looks up at you, until a playful grin takes over his features.

“What does any of this mean?” he asks with a laugh.

“Well,” you start moving to grab the book you keep next to your pillow that hold the different descriptions of the cards, scolding yourself for still not having them memorized, “none of them are reversed so that that as a good sign, and none of them are The Tower so you’re not doomed to die alone I suppose.”

He laughs again as he watches you flip through the book, your eyebrows knitted together as you search for the first card.

“Okay so, your past is The lovers,” you start, one hand resting on top of the card as your eyes shift around the page, “it represents partnership, union, duality, and choice. This says it means a union of harmony, full of trust, confidence and strength, This relationship both a physical attraction and a deep emotional bond between them.”

You stutter slightly as you read, your eyes darting up to gage his reaction once the words leave your mouth, his face is soft but serious as he thinks, and you can’t help but get overwhelmed by the look.

“Okay, and then present,” you hand shifts to the Two of Cups while your other hand flips to the correct page, “this card means unity, partnership and two become one…” you trail off slightly, hoping Haechan only assumes it’s from you trying to read the page and not for the real reason that is the words in front of you makes you heart beat harshly against your chest, “signaling a union and partnership of balance, honor, and respect, The ancient symbol of the caduceus also suggests energy, passion, and sex, and the intermingling of opposite forces.”

“Oh,” he responds involuntarily as he absorbs the words you speak, and you can only wish that you could crawl into his mind and see exactly what he’s thinking.

“Okay and lastly, your future,” you shift again, your previous position suddenly not feeling comfortable anymore, “The World card represents fulfillment, harmony, and completion. It says, absolute unity, perfection, accomplishment that draws from inner and outer sources. This card signals the harmony of the inner and outer worlds, and reaching a level of enlightenment. An era of one's life is complete and there is joy and celebration that is coming to welcome it.”

With a soft smacking noise, you shut the book and place it back to its spot next to your pillow. Your words still linger in the air with a tension wrapped around them, and in your desperation to avoid Haechan’s eyes you begin to return the cards to the deck, a silent thank you being spoken in your mind as you thank them for their knowledge.

“So what do you think about that?” he asks, his voice softer than earlier, the tone making your eyes dart up to try and read the emotion on his face.

“It’s not about what I think Hyuck…” you place the hair tie that lives on your wrist around the deck to secure it and place it on top of the book, and when your done you lean back onto the palms of your hands to survey his body language while also creating more distance between you, “it was your reading so it’s your interpretation, what did that tell you?”

The words come out like you’re trying to cough up years worth of chewed gum and the way they clog your throat makes you feel weird. It may be up to his interpretation, but you can’t stop the way the cards and their meanings make you feel as they wrap a confusing combination of hope and terror around your fragile heart.

“I think,” he starts as he once again moves to mirror the way you sit, a soft but unsure smile on his face, “they told me exactly what I needed to hear.”

“And what was that Hyuck?”

“Well you know, the whole emphasis on partnership, and union, and choices. If anything i’m starting to think your cards like me a little bit cause they kind of told me exactly what I wanted to hear.”

“And what was it you wanted to hear Haechan?” you ask, his smugness and confidence making you laugh quietly.

“That I’m not putting my hope or my heart in the wrong place. I think it’s saying that I’m right in wanting the thing I want so badly.”

“Jeez Donghyuck,” you huff as you fall to lay back onto your side, a giddy feeling flooding you as he once again follows suit, “you speak in more riddles than the cards do.”

“Oh do you want me to tell you straight forward what those cards just told me?” he asks rhetorically as he lays close enough for his face to crowd you personal space, his breath occasionally hitting your skin.

“Well yeah, lay it on me Hyuck, what did those cards encourage you to do?”

“I’ll fucking lay it on you alright,” he doesn’t even give you the time to form the question in your mind of what he could possibly mean before he’s on the move. He’s on you before you can blink, his body pushing you onto your back and his hands landing against your bed next to your head and caging you in. Your body reacts before your mind does, and your hands are gripping his wrists and you legs are falling to the side to allow him to rest between your thighs, as he knocks the air from your lungs with his mouth pressing against yours.

You both let out matching hums in content at the feeling of each other’s lips. You’d call yourself a liar if you said you had never imagined what it would be like to kiss the boy that now rests on top of you, but no matter how many hours you had logged dreaming about the very moment, none of it prepared you for now.

He rests his body flush against yours as his lips work against yours, and there’s only a beat of time before his tongue is brushing against your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

You break away, the idea of him feeling the same way as you filling you with childish excitement and confidence, so much that you can’t stop yourself before you’re teasing, “so my cards told you to attack me?”

“Hush,” he pecks against your lips once before speaking again, “they told me I was completely in the right for being in love with my best friend, and that making a move would only end in happiness.”

“You’re in love with me?” you ask, those being the only words that stick in your mind, Your hands tighten around his wrists, and the skin of his face flushes in realization of what he said.

“Uh… yes,” his eyes are filled with his nerves as they lock onto yours. The internal debate he has with himself of wanting to tear his eyes away while being completely unable to is transparent and puts you at ease at the idea that he’s just as nervous as you, “I’m sorry if that’s really abrupt, but I really am.”

“Donghyuck,” you whisper, leaning up to nudge the tip of your nose against his, “I’m in love with you too.”

“Thank fuck,” he swears louder than intended, and you giggles of happiness is smothered by his lips latching to yours again.

There’s no asking this time as his tongue shoves its way into your mouth, and you let out a pleased groan when the moment he licks at the back of your teeth, his hips shift down and he begins to softly grind against the crotch of the thin fabric of your pajama shorts.

“Tell me,” he speaks between open-mouthed kisses that he places across you mouth and up your jaw, his words doing their own licking against the shell of your ear, “tell me if you want to stop, cause I don’t think I can.”

“I trust you Hyuck,” you whisper during the fleeting second that your mouth is free, “do whatever you want, I’m so in love with you.”

He groans loudly at the string of words that leave you, the noise cutting through and disrupting the smooth voice of Stevie Nicks and his body returns to rocking gently against yours.

Your hands trail away from his wrists, moving up his forearms and up until your fingers tangle in his hair. The slight tugging you give to his roots pulls another groan from his mouth, and the sparks of pleasure that hits your lower stomach at the sound combined with his hardening length pressing against you through the thick fabric of his sweatpants makes you feel like you could live in this moment forever.

You can feel your growing arousal spilling from you, the wetness making the fabric of your underwear stick to your skin, and at the feeling of him suddenly bumping gently against your clit makes you squeak as you hips begin meeting his thrusts with their own.

“Please,” you whimper out when his mouth latches onto the skin stretched over your jugular, “want it. Need you.”

“I’m gonna keep you up all night,” he growls the promise against your neck, “I have so much time to make up for.”

He sits up, a smile of pride on his face when you huff at the loss of him. You only get a few sounds of discontent out before his hands are grabbing at the fabric of your shorts, and shoving them down your legs, your ruined underwear following. The fabric is tossed behind his shoulder, and in his impatience, his hands are rough as they grab at your thighs. He pulls you, bringing you down the bed to be closer to him, before he’s pushing his own pants down to bunch at his hips, his tip brushing against you and making you jump as he slaps against his stomach.

You squirm as he returns to his place flush against you, both at the sudden feeling of the room’s air hitting your damp skin and the way his length glides against you. You can feel your arousal smearing against him, and in your desperation, you’re grabbing his face and pulling back down to meet your lips again.

Laying there, pressed as tightly together as you can be with your mouths devouring the other’s, you feel him reach between your bodies. His fingers only take a moment to dip into you, gathering your wetness on his fingers, before he’s using it to coat his length more than it already is.

He pulls at himself a few times, the moans he lets out at the friction being swallowed by you, before he’s pressing into you without warning.

The stretch and the idea of your best friend being the one that is so suddenly fucking into you has you reeling. You feel overtaken by the feeling of whiplash, and as he pushes into you inch by inch, you let out a moan that lived deep in your belly.

He pauses when he’s fully inside of you, the depth that he reaches as the girth of him making your eyes begin to roll wildly and before you can catch your breath his hips are retreating.

His pace is rough. He’s slow, and he doesn’t pull but a few inches out, but every time he returns to your body, it's a harsh thrust that knocks the air from your lungs.

It’s not long before you feel overwhelmed, the way the cozy heat from the candles and the thick fabric of his clothes as they brush against you licks at your skin and sinks you into the mattress. His mouth refuses to separate from yours, and his thrusts are consistent and unrelenting.

You’re sure you’ve never felt more held in your life as your wrapped up with your best friend, one of his hands moving to hold the side of your face while the other travels down to play with the sensitive nerves of your clit. The gentle way his hands move against you contrasted by the rough way he fucks into you has you clinging desperately to his hoodie as warm tears well up in your eyes.

One of your hands moves down as you get closer, your nails digging into the fabric that covers his ass as you desperately try to pull him closer than he already was. This and the way your hips start bucking against him makes him groan as you two get tangled in your sheets.

You feel the tingling warning of your orgasm running up your spine, a crackling moan feeding into his mouth from yours and the way you softly clench around him being his only warning before you come with a cry.

His hips stutter as he follows quickly behind, a very similar sound of bliss slipping from his mouth as you two begin to shake against each other.

You feel like you’ve been sewn into his skin as you twitch together with aftershocks, him equally as unwilling to separate his body from yours. Once he pulls his hand from between your bodies, his arms wrap tightly around your waist, and he pulls you tightly into his chest as he lays his full weight on you, and you legs wrap around him as you refuse to let him slip out of you.

“We’re going again in a minute,” his voice rasps as he presses his face into your shoulder, his nose nuzzling against the skin.

“Really?” You ask with a laugh as your hands return to their job of running through his hair.

“Yes I just need a minute,” he promises, and you shiver as his hips start to shift already without him even thinking, “it’s what your cards would have wanted.”

#nct smut #haechan smut #donghyuck smut #nct imagine #haechan imagines #kpop smut

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 10]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, guided masturbation, dirty talk, jun being a wild one, sad?????angst(sorry), mentions of break-ins/theft, yet again this chapter was meant to be shorter but here we are 😭🍒 more plot than anything else but enjoy! and as always, thank you so much for your support and interest in Cherry Bomb!! 😭💕💕💕 have a good weekend and don’t forget my halloween intro post goes up tomorrow as well!! stay hydrated bbys!!💕

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“Damn.”

Seungcheol sits beside you Friday morning, lips pressed into a firm line when he sees the five-digit number staring back at him from your revenue page.

“Yeah, it’s---I--I��m…”

The two of you fall into a tense silence as you both stare at the exorbitant amount of money that the videos have made, unsure of what to say or even think.

“Um, I mean, o-obviously you get a cut of the money too, ‘Cheol! You’re half the video so…”

“Yeah, but even so, that’s---that’s an insane amount of money we made off of, what, three videos?”

You nod back slowly, sighing as you rest against the back of the sofa. “I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t think… they’d do that well. Like, not saying we suck! We obviously don’t, but just… I didn’t think they’d do that well.”

Seungcheol laughs, leaning back against the cushions as he meets your blushing face. “I could quit my job and just cam with you for this amount of money. I mean, this much off of three videos? Imagine if we were regulars together.”

The thought alone sends your mind into a flurry of various ideas; biting your lip as you lean into Seungcheol’s shoulder.

“Hey, I have an idea for tomorrow’s show but remind me to ask you later!”

hoshi_tiger_xx: still out of town baby?

sleepy_wonu: i feel like you moved and you’re just not ready to tell us lol

Seungcheol smirks reading the comments; eyes flitting over to you from his place on the sofa.

“Moved? I wish! This place is probably waaaay more than my own rent though~” You pause, letting the sound of donations sound off and comments fly past on your laptop screen. “And I’m probably heading home tomorrow so get ready to say bye to this backdrop!” You pout.

therealchan99: can we quickly discuss those videos tho

angelhan: actually yes

Biting your lip, you note that Seungcheol’s eyes are already on you and that you’ve already hit the donation minimum to start your show. “Well…” You start pushing the straps of your bra down, unhooking the back until you can toss the flimsy material off. “What do you guys want to know? You know I kiss and tell~”

dom.cheol: how does he gets you so fuckin wet, baby?

alphagyu97: ur not rly friends are u? Is he ur bf?

alphagyu97: im not pressed either im just curious!!!

universe_WZ: thats what they all say

chwenon: yooo that last vid was fuckin fire tho

tangerine_kwan has donated $50

tangerine_kwan: is he ever gonna join u on cam? think u guys would be good

“Hmm~ Well, let’s start with dom.cheol’s question…” You shoot the camera a sultry smirk as you spread your legs; fingertips already dancing along the lace of your panties. “It’s really not hard~ He’s really good at what he does, y’know? Knows how to talk to me and get my panties wet~”

xcaliburDK: is he good looking

kitty_junjun: probably not as well as me 🤪

gentleman_josh95: stop while u r ahead

Letting out a soft giggle, you watch as Seungcheol rounds the sofa, leaning up against the back of it as he faces you. He keeps his phone in hand, thumb still dancing across the keyboard.

dom.cheol: he has to punish you so often though, baby.

artist8hao: i know, whats gotten into u babygirl? Why r u acting out so much?

“‘Cause I like it when he punishes me~” You lick your lips as you hook your thumbs into your panties, slowly guiding them down your legs. “But I like it when he’s sweet to me too~” Your eyes dance up to Seungcheol, tossing the material his way before speaking.

“Won’t you be sweet to me now?”

alphagyu97: oh shit hes there

universe_WZ: let him fuck your pretty pussy on cam baby

“Aww, I’d love that but he’s still a ‘lil too shy for a live show!” You run your fingertips through your folds, collecting the wetness on them before you bring them to your lips. “But not shy enough to lend your voice, maybe?”

“If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”

Seungcheol makes sure to raise his voice enough so that he’s within earshot of the mic; adrenaline rushing through his veins when he, too, notices the sudden influx of comments and donations at his sudden appearance. “My baby’s been good today though, hasn’t she?” Nodding, you get lost in Seungcheol’s firm stare as the sound of donations and comments fire off in the background.

“Mmhmm~ So why don’t you guide me and show me how a good girl gets rewarded?”

He sets his phone down onto the back of the sofa precariously, both hands in the pockets of his sweats as he watches you. “Normally, good girls get to sit on my cock but we’ll save that for another time, baby. For now, why don’t you get those fingers nice and wet for me? Let them see how good that mouth of yours is.”

therealchan99: those pretty lips that look so good around a cock, just like i thought

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

sleepy_wonu: fuck yeah

You make sure your fingers are properly wet before you drag them down your body, soft sighs on your lips. “Don’t tease me too much though, okay?” Seungcheol grins in return, picking up his phone and sending a quick donation to keep up appearances before he glances your way again.

“Of course. So why don’t you play with that cute ‘lil clit of yours. Bet it’s still nice and sensitive after last night, huh?”

A stuttered moan falls from your lips the second you start rubbing slow circles on your clit; eyes fluttering shut at the memory alone.

xcaliburDK: fuck, all that cum spilling out of her cunt was hot

artist8hao: bet she was nice and full huh? Such a shame she wasted it

Seungcheol chuckles under his breath, “Right? Guess I’ll just have to fuck it deeper into her pussy next time.” You can’t help but clench around emptiness as you pinch your clit between your fingers at his words.

“Ngh, he made me come home with cum trickling down my thighs…” You whimper, “Not that I minded.”

“She begged me to fuck her in the shower too. Wanted me to mark you up real pretty, didn’t you? So that all your viewers could see.”

“Mmhmm…” He watches as you slowly slide your fingers down your folds to your entrance before they slide back up to your clit. “Why don’t you put two fingers in, hmm? Pretend they’re mine while you fuck yourself on them.”

kitty_junjun: aww her fingers are so small compared to yours

gentleman_josh95: bet its not even enough for her anymore huh?

dom.cheol: probably not

You slowly ease in two fingers at once; moaning when you sink them knuckle deep. “O-oh, fuck… Wha--what should I do n-next?”

“Fuck yourself on them, baby. Go however fast or slow you want to. Make yourself cum on your fingers.” He pauses; running a hand through his hair before he shoots you a devilish smirk. “But tell me how badly you wish it were me, ‘cause we both know you do.”

alphagyu97: wheeew lets hear it babygirl

tangerine_kwan: yea baby tell us

“It’s---It’s not the s-same… ‘Cause your fingers are b-bigger than mine…” You whimper, “And--a-ah, and they’re longer too…” Scissoring your fingers, you let out a breathy moan when you start thrusting your fingers faster into yourself.

“I wish it were your fingers, knuckle deep inside my pussy and making me cum. F-fuck, and stretching me open…”

You place your thumb on your clit; rubbing harsh circles on the nub as you chase your high.

Seungcheol watches with keen eyes, the way your heels dig into the sheets and the way your brows furrow in concentration; licking his lips when he can tell you’re already close to your orgasm.

“Now let’s see that pretty pussy cum, sweetheart.”

You towel your hair off after your shower; shuffling towards the living area as Seungcheol settles into his makeshift bed on the sofa.

“Don’t you want to sleep in the bed with me for once, ‘Cheol?”

His lips press into a lopsided smile, “Are you asking because it’s your last night here?”

“Maybe~”

He lets out a breathy laugh as he reaches for his pillow, gesturing you back towards his bed. “By the way, what was your idea for your show?” You sit cross-legged on the bed just as Seungcheol sets his pillow back against the headboard.

“...How do you feel about maybe filming with me at my place?” He quirks a brow at you just as he settles onto what he deems his side of the bed for the night. “Do tell.” He has a vague idea of where this is heading, but he lets you continue; curiosity eating away at him the longer you hesitate.

“Well, I was thinking… Maybe, and only if you’re okay with it, but… I was thinking maybe you could drive me back to my place? And I know it’s about an hour out from here but I’ll pay gas money! And we can just start heading towards my apartment a little before my show starts. That way you can use toys on me ‘n stuff. And I don’t mind if you spend the night either ‘cause it’ll probably be kinda late when we finish...”

Seungcheol nods; already thinking about the possibilities with the amount of toys you had at your place compared to his. “I mean, yeah, why not? And don’t worry about the gas money, I think we’ve both made enough money this week to last us a while.”

You can only pout in return, laying on your stomach next to Seungcheol who stares up at the ceiling. “Speaking of which… What’re we gonna do now?”

“What do you mean?”

Sighing, you run your fingers through your damp hair. “I mean… What are we going to do about the videos? Are--Are we still going to film together?”

His lips press into a firm line as a million thoughts run through his mind; he’d thought about it a lot himself the past few days since. “I have an idea but I’m not sure how you’re gonna feel about it.”

“Shoot, we’ve got nothin’ to lose I don’t think!”

Seungcheol eases onto his side as he meets your stare, “First of all, I don’t mind filming more videos with you. And to be honest, it’ll probably take me a bit of time before I’m okay with showing my face but I don’t mind being on your live cam shows either, if we can figure out some camera angles. But the thing is… I think if we’re going to be filming together, you need to change your filming schedule.”

Panic runs through you for a second at the idea but you quickly push it aside to hear his suggestion. “How so?”

“Well, right now you’re doing shows on Fridays and Saturdays, every other Monday and every other Wednesday, right? Your next show is Wednesday which is fine but I think if we end up filming videos together regularly, we need to adjust how often you actually cam and how often we post pre-recorded videos. ‘Cause let’s be real, you’d be way too tired if you kept it that frequent. Three live shows a week and filming with me? It’s way too much for you.”

This time, it’s your lips that press into a firm line. But Seungcheol was right. There was no way you could keep your normal schedule on top of filming with him in between. “That… That makes sense. What are we gonna do about, uh, I mean---’cause we don’t really live near each other…” Mumbling, you trail off, hoping that Seungcheol knew the answer.

“Hmm, well, you can keep your Friday shows and then I can swing by on the weekends. We can film a few videos over the weekend, even if they’re just short ones, or even film long ones and then you can just cut them into shorter pieces. So, in theory, you’d only do two live shows a week and one upload of both of us? We can figure out everything else as we go in terms of splitting profits and stuff.”

You nod at his suggestion, feeling better about the idea. “That sounds reasonable! I’ll have to make a notice for my page but hopefully it shouldn’t be too big of a change…”

Seungcheol yawns as he stretches, eyes filled with sleep when he looks at you.

“We don’t have to do anything too soon either. Those videos are still makin’ money so let’s get some sleep!”

You and Seungcheol spend the Saturday afternoon driving around town; even going so far as to drop by the roller rink one last time to say your thanks and goodbye to Jeongguk.

“The two of you are somethin’ else, man. Really. With my whole heart, I just--I love it.” He pretends to wipe a tear off of his face as you and Seungcheol share a look.

“Promise me you’ll think of my offer?”

You nod in return, a soft giggle escaping your lips. “I promise! Seungcheol tells me you stream often yourself so I feel like I can trust you but only if you get my good side too!” This time Jeongguk’s eyes light up with excitement as he reaches for your hands over the concession stand counter.

“Oh my god, if---if I promise to give you half a cut of profits, would you show up on my gaming stream? You don’t even have to be good, just if we collabed, I really think---”

“Okay, ‘Guk, I think that’s enough for now. You can ask her a thousand questions next time.” You pat Jeongguk’s hands as he pouts. “I’ll think about it, okay?” You whisper under your breath; a small smile on his lips as he nods back.

“Don’t be a stranger!”

Seungcheol links his hand with yours as he leads you out of the roller rink and back to his car; eyes flitting to his watch to check the time. “We’ve got time to have dinner and then we probably need to hit the road after.” You nod, “Sounds good! Where are we headin’ for dinner?”

“‘Guk and I went to this diner called ‘Dynamite’ a while back… The food’s alright and I haven’t taken you there yet so we can go there if you’re okay with it?”

“Sounds good!”

Seungcheol pulls into the parking lot of the diner 30 minutes later as the same neon signs greet him back. He parks near the entrance again, noting that it seemed fairly empty this time as well.

“I wonder if the guy is still here…” He mutters as he unbuckles his seatbelt. “What guy?”

The two of you exit his car; jogging up to him as he waits for you. “Just the guy who was our server when I was here with ‘Guk. He seemed familiar and it was weird.”

Seungcheol opens the door for you, letting you in first as the cold AC blasts you.

“Welcome to Dynamite, I’m Jun and I----Oh fuck!” Jun drops the menus in his hand, lips settling into a wide smile as he walks up to you and Seungcheol, tripping on his own feet as he meets you at the door. “I’m a big fan!” He harshly whispers. You blink up at him just before your eyes flit down to his pastel coloured name tag.

Jun.

Oh. kitty_junjun.

“O-oh, you’re---you’re kitty_junjun aren’t you?” You whisper back; already noting that he was quite handsome himself.

Fuck, are all my regulars hot?

“That’s me, baby! And oh--you! It’s you! I remember you from last time! You were with that other guy! Are you… y’know. The guy.” Jun wiggles his eyebrows as he steps back and picks up two menus from the counter. Seungcheol mentally grimaces but he nods.

“That’d be me.”

Jun’s eyes light up with enthusiasm as he gestures for the two of you to follow him towards the seating area. “I’m such a huge fan, really! Of Cherry and, well, really both of you now.” He leads you to a booth before he sets the menus down onto the table. “I hope you don’t mind but I volunteer to be your server and the milkshakes are on me tonight!” Finishing with a wink, he leaves the two of you alone as he walks back towards the counter.

“Wow, ‘Cheol when you said small town, you really meant it, huh?” Giggling, you take in Seungcheol’s mildly embarrassed appearance. “Hey, you’re famous!”

Am I famous? He thinks, Or is it just my dick?

“So that’s three people that could clock me in person… I mean, I guess it could be worse.” He mumbles; cheeks flushed pink when he sees Jun walking back towards your table. Jun leans against the booth, nodding as he props a hand on his hip.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not bothering you guys. It’s just, I feel like I’m meeting a celebrity!” He laughs, “I’d ask for your autograph but then I think that’d be a little too weird.”

You can’t help but giggle at his comment, turning slightly to face him better. “Guess you were right when you said you thought you saw me, huh?” He snaps his fingers as the memory comes back to him in an instant.

“You’re right! Fuck, I almost forgot about that. Man, I thought I was having a fever dream.”

Jun stares off to the side before he fixes his gaze onto Seungcheol; eyes wide. “Hey, I never caught your name, I don’t think?” Seungcheol gulps, hoping that Jun doesn’t connect the dots as easily as Jeongguk did.

“It’s Seungcheol.”

“Oh… okay! Well, cool, are you guys ready to order?”

He lets out a breath he doesn’t realize he was holding as you relay your order to Jun; lips falling into a shaky smile as he gives his order to Jun once you were done.

“Okay! I’ll be back in a little bit!” Jun shoots the two of you a smile before he leaves the two of you alone again.

“Well, this is an interesting Saturday if I do say so myself!” Seungcheol can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of him; shaking his head at the way you seem to take it so easily. “I can’t believe you’re so chill about running into people that know you!”

“Like you said, ‘Cheol! It could be worse~” You pause, “This one time I was at the grocery store and this older man came up to me and said he recognized me. I was like, cool, y’know? I know my viewers are all different ages so I don’t judge. But then, two kids came up to him calling him ‘daddy’ and I literally bolted out of that place before his wife could find me!”

The two of you share a laugh before changing the topic; only stopping when Jun comes by with your orders, twenty minutes later.

“Hey, this is kinda random but it’s not so busy right now, so… Did you wanna sit with us and chat?” You offer as your eyes dance between Seungcheol and Jun. The latter’s eyes twinkle with excitement as he sets the last plate down.

“Wait, seriously? I can take my 15 if you’re being serious!” This time, you look to Seungcheol for his opinion, already noticing the way he seems more relaxed.

“Yeah, that’s cool with me.”

Jun all but runs off to tell his manager as you scoot over to give him space when he gets back. “I’m surprised you asked if he wanted to sit with us while we had dinner.”

“Why not? He seems nice! And we’re making friends!” Seungcheol nods in agreement just as he starts eating and just as Jun makes it back to the booth with a milkshake of his own.

You pat the empty spot next to you as he gasps slightly. “I feel like the second luckiest man on earth.”

He slides into the booth next to you, making sure to keep a reasonable distance. “Hey! You’ve got a show tonight so… are you two, y’know…” Seungcheol makes a conscious effort to not choke on his food as he chews slower than he usually would; eyes flitting over to you just as you set your utensils down.

“Um, yeah! We don’t really know what we’re gonna do yet but no spoilers okay~ Nobody knows what he looks like, Junnie!” You pout. Jun can only vibrate in his seat; a pink blush on his cheeks at the sudden nickname.

“Of course! My lips are sealed shut! And well, if you’re ever back in town, I’ll give you guys my employee discount if you swing by!” He grins.

The three of you talk about various topics within Jun’s fifteen minute break, thankfully none that involve camming. Jun pouts when his time is up, a sigh on his lips when he stands. “Damn, well, I guess I’ll see you later then, huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows, chuckling.

“Just wave me over if you guys need anything, okay?”

The rest of dinner goes on without issue and Seungcheol finds himself in a lighter mood than when the two of you first arrived at the diner.

You make sure to leave Jun a big tip, winking at him on your way out.

“Ready to head home after a week?” Seungcheol shoots you a sad smile as he walks you to the passenger’s side of his car. He opens the door for you and lets you in before shutting it and jogging to the driver’s side.

“I mean, it’s not like we’re not gonna see each other anymore. If anything we’re gonna be seeing each other fairly regularly since you’re gonna come over to film!”

Seungcheol nods as he sets your apartment into his GPS; pulling out of the driveway as he begins the hour drive to your place.

“Yeah, and I mean, we can figure out what schedule works better as we go. Maybe we only need to film every other week or something too, right?”

“Mmhmm! I’ll start drafting a notice for the schedule change tomorrow and then I’ll run it by you before it goes up.”

The hour drive seems to go by quicker than you expect as the two of you spend the time singing along to songs on the radio; judging Seungcheol’s impeccable vocal skill when a rock song comes on.

“Wow, I--I didn’t know you had the vocal cords to do that, ‘Cheol!” He takes his eyes off of the road for a split second to shoot you a cocky grin.

“I’m pretty good at karaoke. We should go next time! Maybe invite all of our new friends.”

You snort in response, slapping his arm as he pulls into a residential part of town. “And if the person working the front desk of the karaoke place knows us?”

“Then we invite them in too!”

A slight blush paints your cheeks when you realize how much Seungcheol seemed to have relaxed in the last few days, if not hours. You knew it was never easy to get used to being recognized in person and there were still a lot of times where even you were flustered in person.

“Hey, what’s going on over there?” Seungcheol’s concerned voice has you immediately peering through the window; eyebrows furrowed when you see the police cars parked outside of your apartment complex.

“W--wait that’s my--my apartment complex, ‘Cheol pull over!”

He parks the car a little closer to the scene; getting out of the car with you as the dread becomes more and more evident on your face. “Hey, I’m here with you, okay? Maybe it’s just nothing.” He offers; simultaneously knowing that his words were currently going in one ear and out the other.

The two of you walk hand in hand up to the front where you spot your landlord standing with a police officer. You call her name as she turns to you, gesturing for you to come closer.

“Didn’t you get my text message? Or any of my calls from the last 45 minutes?” You shake your head no in response, eyes dancing to Seungcheol who’s expression matches your own. “No--No I--I was out at dinner, I didn’t even hear my phone go off. What’s going on here?”

She sighs, arms crossed in front of her chest as the police officer clears his throat. “Well, Miss, there were a few break-ins tonight here. There’s a lot of broken glass and a lot of missing items. Thankfully nobody was injured but unfortunately we’re going to be running an investigation so it could take some time.”

“I--w--what about m-my apartment?” Your landlord sighs, “I’m sorry, honey, but your apartment was one of them, I---hey!”

You all but drag Seungcheol with you as you start making your way towards the entrance of the complex, panic and adrenaline guiding you as you all but throw the front door open. The sounds of the officer and your landlord shouting your name become fuzzy as you make your way through the halls; side stepping the stray items that were left on the floor. You make it to your hall when you notice a police officer standing at your front door that seems to have almost been ripped from the hinges.

“Miss, you can’t be in here, we’re---”

“This is my apartment, please just let me in!”

The officer standing at your apartment door notes the distress in your voice and sighs, “Show me some ID and I can let you in.” You quickly fish out your ID as he cross-references it with his documents. “Alright, go ahead. Please just don’t touch any of the hard surfaces.”

Your palm feels clammy against Seungcheol’s as you step into your apartment; shaky gasps on your lips when you notice the items strewn about. “O-oh my god…”

Seungcheol squeezes your hand tight, unsure of what to say. This was definitely the last thing he would’ve expected to happen at the end of your one week stay with him.

You can’t help the tears that threaten to spill as you look around your apartment and Seungcheol quickly notes the glassy look in your eyes when you turn to face him. Seungcheol quickly turns to the officer, voice stern. “I’m sorry to ask but can you give us a second alone, please? This is a lot for her to take in.” The officer nods as he steps back into the hallway.

“Baby? Tell me how you’re feeling, sweetheart.”

It only takes a split second before you’re sobbing into Seungcheol’s chest; his arms wrapping tightly around you.

He rubs your back gently, cooing to you softly as you let out your emotions. “Seungcheol, I, hic, wh--what am I--I, hic, g-gonna d-do? I…” You trail off as your mind goes a mile a minute. He’s unsure of how to comfort you, eyes taking in the ransacked room.

“We--we should probably talk to the officer outside? Figure out what’s going on. I--I mean, you’re definitely coming home with me. I’m not leaving you here like this and with nowhere to go.”

You pull away from his chest, tears still streaming down your face when you look up at him. Seungcheol feels his heart shatter into a thousand pieces. God please, I’d do anything to make sure she never cries like this again, he thinks.

“But my--my s-stuff, I--this--”

“I know, baby, I know. Let’s just both be thankful you weren’t here when they broke in, okay? We can replace the material stuff.” He smooths your hair down and wipes your cheeks, leaning down until he’s at eye level with you.

“I promise you, we’ll figure it out, okay? I’m not leaving you until we do.”

Nodding, you let Seungcheol take your hand as he brings you back to the front door where the officer is. “Hello? Excuse me?”

“Yes?”

Seungcheol looks your way before clearing his throat. “We just want to know what happened to my girlfriend’s apartment.” You squeeze his hand, hiding behind him.

“Well, we can’t really know for sure. A few other apartments were broken into. For some, the locks were picked and for others, it seemed like they just used blunt force against the doors until they gave way. Unfortunately, seeing as this is a gated apartment complex, the hallways don’t have any security cameras and we have no idea how the suspects got in past the gate.” The officer pauses for a moment as he lets his words sink in. “Usually with cases like this, a lot of the material goods eventually show up in local pawn shops or even just discarded in near-by trash containers. And judging from the building history, this isn’t the first time these burglars came by. This seems to be the second time. But that’s all we know for now. I suggest you pack some of your things and hang tight in a hotel until we get more info because, unfortunately, your door is ready to fall off of the hinges and we need to get a detective in here to see if there’s any fingerprints on the surfaces.”

“Will there be someone patrolling this place all night? How are we sure they won’t come back?”

“We’ll have an officer posted at all times, young man. I promise you nobody will get back in here.”

The tears stream down your cheeks as you quietly stand behind Seungcheol; lip quivering as Seungcheol thanks the officer for the information before turning to face you again.

“‘Ch--Cheol, what’re w-we, hic, gonna d-do now?” Your voice sounds so small to him as you keep your eyes focused on the floor.

“Has your apartment been broken into before? Be honest with me.”

“O--once, but--but it w-wasn’t this bad...” He clenches his jaw at your words. How the fuck did this happen before without anyone finding out? “Wait, so this has happened in the past? And you never said anything?” You peer up at him, eyelashes wet with tears.

“It, hic, they--they didn’t take as much s-stuff that t-time. But--but now I’m, hic, won--wondering if they were just s-scouting...” Seungcheol’s vision goes red; knowing exactly what he wanted to do and say but unsure of the possible outcome.

Fuck, screw it.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, sweetheart.” He pauses, exhaling deeply before he continues. “We’re gonna pack a bag, take all your important things that you can find. I don’t care if we have to fill up my entire car with your things. And you’re coming home with me. I don’t care if you have to break the lease on this place, but I can’t in good conscience know you’re living here if people are breaking into it like this.” You open your mouth to speak, brows furrowed. “But--”

“No! No buts this time. I--I can have Jeongguk help with moving. I’m sure Seokjin-hyung can take his shift at the roller rink for one day to help us move your things. And we’ll figure things out as we go.”

“The r-rent, I--”

Seungcheol shoots you a small smile as he tilts your head up to meet his soft and warm eyes. “Please, don’t worry about something like that right now. I’m just happy you’re okay. And that you weren’t here alone where I couldn’t help you.”

You nod shakily, hands covering Seungcheol’s as he holds your face in his hands. “Seungcheol, I’m so--so sorry, I--I don’t even k-know where to start, I--this is---it’s all just so much. Really I can just---just get a h-hotel and you can g-go home...” The tears threaten to spill again but Seungcheol quickly tugs you into his inviting arms.

This was by-far not at all how he expected to end his weekend. And he could only assume you felt the same way.

“I know it’s a lot. But we’re good at figuring things out on the fly, right? You have to trust me on this one. You’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. But for right now, I think you need to hurry and post a notice that there’s no show tonight while I look for your luggage so we can grab some things and get out of here, okay?”

He releases you from his hold, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead.

“I’ll fix it, I promise.”

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staticscreenwriting · 4 years ago

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LOVE LIKE THE MOVIES // BUCKY BARNES // 3

THREE - Little Shop Of Horrors

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Summary: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for TFATWS)

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

Bucky vividly remembers being about 10 years old and sitting on the living room floor watching his father assemble a heavy cabinet made from dark, massive wood. It had intricate gold ornaments along the sides and around the edges and even at that young age, he knew that it must’ve been expensive.

He likes thinking back to that memory, mostly because it’s one of the few that he can still tightly hold onto and recount the exact way he’s felt then, and partly because it’s so seemingly insignificant. It’s nice to know that some of the memories he regained after having his mind wiped clean, are tiny unimportant ones. It’s not just the big moments and grand gestures that make life worth living. Sometimes it’s the little things, the small details you look back on and fondly remember with a smile on your face.

Looking at the furniture before him, Bucky can’t imagine what his mother would think of these cabinets. Everything is white or beige or grey and there’s a lot of shiny black fronts and glass doors. The place is huge, so huge they have to tape arrows on the floor so people don’t get lost, and it smells of artificial vanilla and sawdust.

It’s not like he hates the furniture here, it’s just a lot and quite honestly, he’s not sure what really matches his personal style. Hell, he hasn’t had a personal style since before he went to fight in the war.

“ Ooooh, this one is very you! “ (Y/N) exclaims as she lets herself fall onto a fluffy brown 2-seat sofa.

If it wasn’t for her, Bucky wouldn’t be here. Not only because he wants her to come around more often and actually be able to sit on a couch, but also because she was literally the one driving them both here.

“Watcha doin? “

That was the text that started it, and before he knew she had pulled up to his apartment building, arm hanging from her open car window, and yelled “Get in loser, we’re going furniture shopping! “

Bucky assumes that is another movie reference though he doesn’t dare ask her about it.

“Nope, that’s a two-seater. Too small. I want to be able to sleep on it. “

“ Or, and hear me out on this one, you could get a new bed to sleep in. “

He doesn’t have any reply to that. It’s not like he doesn’t want to sleep in his bed, it’s just — it’s too soft. It’s too comfortable. It makes it easy to fall asleep and dream. And it’s never pleasant dreams. It’s nightmares. It’s faces that haunt him. Innocent faces. Eyes filled with terror. Fear. Fear of him. It’s nightmares. It’s memories.

When he doesn’t answer, (Y/N) pulls herself back up from the sofa and wanders on “or we’ll just have to find a bigger couch, that’s fine too. “

And at that moment he’s entirely grateful that she doesn’t push him any further.

They wander around the store for a while longer, slalom in between sofas and recliners, swerve in and out of mock-up rooms, all the while (Y/N) keeps throwing puns at him incorporating the Swedish names of the furniture.

Hanging out with her kind of reminds him of the times he hung out with Steve when both of them were so much younger. Of course, it’s nothing alike. He’s not even close to the person he was then, the boy he was then. The thing is, back then everything was easy and light. Being here with her and listening to her horrible puns, that’s easy too. For right now, he doesn’t even notice the weight that’s constantly resting on his heart or the perpetual shadow that seems to rest above him. This is easy and it feels so nice.

They step into yet another room, this one painted a dark forest green. Against the wall, there’s a dark wooden cabinet holding books and a fake tv and in the middle is a corner sofa made from dark brown leather. It’s big enough to fit both him and (Y/N) and maybe even Lady if she’s okay with cuddling up a little to either of them.

“ I like that one,” Bucky says and lets himself plop down on the couch. It’s comfortable but not too soft. It’s just right. Is this what Goldilocks felt like?

(Y/N) sits down next to him, rests her feet on top of the couch table and for a second it’s just them and the black screen of the fake tv and the intercom system calling out for little Kyle to be picked up at the Småland play area.

“ Honey, “ (Y/N) speaks up after a moment, “ I think the tv is broken? “ her voice ringing through the mock-up in a thick Transatlantic accent, making her sound like the women in the movies he grew up with.

“ Huh. Ain’t that something ?”

“ Well didn’t you fix it like I told you? “

“ Guess I must’ve forgotten,” Bucky plays along, trying to suppress the smirk pulling the corner of his lips upwards.

“ Ugh, remind me again why I married you? “

Bucky shrugs his shoulders casually “ my good looks? “

“ Oh, don’t flatter yourself. It’s very unbecoming. Good thing is — “ she announces as jumps up, pulling Bucky up with her and right over into the next mock-up living room. “ We have another tv.”

As Kyle’s parents are called out again, (Y/N) and Bucky tumble from one room into the next. From kitchen to bathroom to fake little balcony. All setting the stage for another chapter from their made-up marriage. Scenes from a movie never made, a book never written. A beautiful kaleidoscope of could-be and never-was. A nice fantasy to get lost in.

If this was a rom-com, (Y/N) thinks, this would be the falling in love montage. Some killer indie track would play in the background and it would be featured in at least one Buzzfeed article about romantic gestures.

But it’s not a movie, it’s real life and she isn’t the romantic lead and Bucky is — well he would make a great leading man now that she thinks about it.

They make their way back to the green living room with the brown couch and the ‘broken’ tv and fall back against the leather, laughter shaking their bodies, tears of joy stinging at the corners of their eyes. As she catches her breath, (Y/N) taps Bucky softly on the right shoulder and drops her voice to a whisper.

“Honey,” she says “I don’t know how to tell you this but uh — there’s a family on our balcony.”

Bucky’s eyes follow her outstretched hand and sure enough on the adjacent fake balcony is a family of 4 staring back at them. And just like that, they fall back into a beautiful harmony of laughter.

“So explain to me again what this movie is about?” Bucky asks as (Y/N) takes another sip from her coke can.

“Dude buys a plant, it starts eating people.”

“And this is gonna show me what women want these days?”

A joyful chuckle falls from (Y/N)’s lips. “I mean … there is a love story and a moral about how far you’re willing to go for the people you love even if it might be morally questionable, but maybe — maybe we should consider this one the Halloween special.”

Bucky shrugs his shoulder as if to say “okay fine with me” and leans back against the car seat. The massive screen of the drive-in is currently playing some kind of ice cream commercial that has (Y/N) softly humming along to the jingle.

This trip wasn’t planned, in fact, they’d been on their way back home when a billboard at the side of the road caught (Y/N)’s attention and put a huge grin on her face, so wide it could’ve split her face in two.

That’s how he ended up parked neatly in a row of cars, Coca-Cola in hand, popcorn resting in between him and (Y/N) waiting for the commercials to end and the movie to begin.

“You’re gonna love this one,” she’s told him beforehand. He’s a little skeptical about it but he’s not gonna tell her. Bucky is just so appreciative of the fact that she bothers trying to introduce him to these things. They might not end up being for him but it’s a good feeling to have someone care this much. Someone who hasn’t been with him through all the shit. Someone who doesn’t feel responsible because they pity him. Someone who doesn’t owe it to Steve to look after Bucky…

“So … I still have some homework to do.” He chimes in thinking back to their conversation on his living room floor.

“Homework that involves me?”

“Mmh. Doc thinks I should learn some more things about you. Apparently, it’s not enough to know that you’re crazy about movies and talk a lot.”

“I do talk a lot.” (Y/N) agrees and pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “I don’t know what to tell you. What you want to know?”

“Anything.”

Since coming back from oblivion, Bucky hasn’t really made an effort to get to know anyone. Growing closer to people only means there’s more for you to lose. More people you can potentially hurt. He doesn’t usually learn new things about people because he doesn’t ask. Because he doesn’t want to know. It’s a lonely life but it’s safe. It’s comfortable.

But this is different. He’s in too deep now to stop. And yeah, maybe this is his homework. Maybe he asks because his therapist told him too but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. He wants to know about (Y/N). Even the little things. The insignificant details.

“Well as I said before, I’ve studied literature and creative writing. I want to be an author. That’s uh — that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. The thing is it’s very hard to actually get people to give your writing a chance. Especially now. The world is in such a weird limbo after everyone came back. There’s no room for my art right now. So I work as a waitress to make ends meet. “

“What would you write about?” Bucky asks and in her eyes, in the surprise that’s so clearly written on her face, he can see that people don’t ask her that all too often.

“I don’t know, life? “

“Love stories?”

She lets out a mix between a scoff and a snort “what do I know about romance? I can tell you all about the love the movies and the songs and the books want to sell us, and don’t get me wrong, I love that. But I don’t think I’ve ever really experienced true and honest romantic love. So how could I ever write about it ?”

For a moment silence falls upon them. It’s neither comfortable nor awkward. It just is. Sometimes that’s enough.

“Look, I might not know a lot about love either, but I do know that dreams are worth holding on to, no matter how out of reach they seem. If it’s something you believe in and that you’re passionate about, it’s worth fighting for it.”

“Huh, didn’t put you for such a motivational speaker. Where’ve you got that from”

“Didn’t think the skinny boy from Brooklyn was ever gonna save a whole bunch of lives and fight in a war. Steve was the walking proof that you can do anything. “

“You miss him, huh?”

People don’t usually ask about Steve. They either don’t care how Bucky feels about the whole situation or they know it’s a tough topic and avoid it altogether. The worst part is he doesn’t even know how to respond. Yes of course he misses Steve, more than anything really, but there’s also a little bit of resentment swinging along. With Steve here by his side, it always felt like there was someone there who understood exactly what Bucky was going through. Someone who also had to figure out how to navigate this new life. But now with Steve gone, he feels so utterly alone.

“Every day.”

“Look I’m not going to ask what happened because quite honestly I’m still trying to grasp the fact that there are aliens and superheroes and wizards — “

“Wizards are not a thing.”

“You sure?”

Bucky lets out a slightly annoyed sigh “Yup. 100%”

“What’s the Strange guy?”

“Sorcerer.”

“That’s not the same?”

“No.”

(Y/N) considers for a moment, eyes screwed up in uncertainty before she shrugs her shoulder “ alright if you say so. Anyway, my point is, I don’t know if you have that many people to talk to and I don’t know if you even want to talk about Steve but if you do … well you can talk to me. I know I talk a lot but I’m also a really good listener. “

There’s no doubt in his mind that she is. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to talk about Steve yet though. Not when his heart is still at war whether or not to be angry. Not when he’s still so uncertain about his own complicated emotions.

“Thanks, I uh — I appreciate it.”

Loud music starts to play and (Y/N)’s head snaps towards the screen just in time for the title card to pop up in big colorful letters as three women shimmy across the street and start singing.

Bucky can’t help but let his gaze travel back towards (Y/N) every once in a while. There’s something about her he can’t quite figure out, but the way her eyes light up as she watches the movie and the smile on her face, it gives him a warm feeling. Like bad things don’t exist for the 90 minutes they sit together and watch a film.

“Sooooo?” (Y/N) asks as she parks the car in front of Bucky’s place. Her eyes still hold a sparkle that’s both mischievous and excited.

“I actually liked this one a little.”

“A little?”

“Look it’s not gonna be my favorite movie but I had fun. But uh — maybe that’s just because I’ve watched it with you.”

(Y/N) grants him a beautiful smile. It’s full of warmth and care and honesty. And he’s glad he told her, even if it makes him vulnerable.

“You telling me I’m a good friend?”

“Guess so.”

“Well, you’re a good friend too, Bucky.”

He hopes she’s right though he has a hard time believing it. He’s never seen himself as the greatest friend. Everything he did for Steve he did because he knew Steve would do the same. It came so naturally from both of them that it never felt like he was doing anything special or exceptional. It was as easy as breathing.

“Do you wanna come up? We could order some food.”

“Oh, I can’t. Gotta pick up Lady from Robin’s place. But as soon as your couch is delivered count me in as the first sleepover guest. “

“Will do. Hey, you think I should name the plant we bought (Y/N) 2?”

“Depends, you wanna feed the neighborhood Dentist to it”

“Maybe.”

They fall into another fit of laughter and even though it’s not that funny, and even though it’s really dumb and silly actually, Bucky enjoys it so much. He can’t remember a day when he laughed this much, felt this light.

“Oh, by the way, I’m throwing a pre-Halloween-party next weekend. If you’re free you should totally drop by.”

“I um — A friend is coming around that weekend.”

“Then bring your friend! The more the merrier, right ?”

Sam is gonna be down, there’s no doubt in Bucky’s mind about it. Sam isn't the problem, he never is. It’s Bucky. Going to a party is terrifying for someone who’s never known anything but the 1940s. This can only end up in disasters.

And yet …

“Okay, I’ll let him know.”

“Cool. Awesome. Just uh — Just text me when you know. Also, there’s no special theme so you can dress up as whatever.”

“I’m not dressing up.”

(Y/N) blows a raspberry against her arm “lame! But whatever, you do you.”

He guesses that means as much as “suit yourself”.

They bid each other goodbye with a hug and a promise from (Y/N) to Bucky to text him once she’s home just so he knows she’s safe.

To her, that’s a gesture so sweet and endearing it sends a jolt through her heart. To him, it’s as natural as breathing. You do what you can to keep those safe that you care about, even if it’s just a simple little text.

“You dressed up!”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Man, You’re wearing a costume. I’m looking at you right now. I can see it. You dressed up.”

“These are just my clothes.”

“These are just your clothes? Your normal clothes?”

“Yes.”

“You’re wearing Converse now?”

“ mmh.”

“Your Jeans are cuffed, man. I’ve never seen you cuff your jeans.”

“It’s something I do now.”

Bucky isn’t a very religious person. He doesn’t pray very often. At that moment though, he prays to god and every higher spirit one might choose to believe in, to open up the earth and let it swallow him whole.

“Look,” Sam says and gives Bucks a friendly pat on the back “you don’t gotta be embarrassed by it. I dressed up!”

“Yeah, what even are you, by the way? An exterminator?”

“I — what? No! I’m a ghostbuster.”

“Okay. Whatever that is.”

“Whatev— Bucky, Man you really gotta go with the times a little. I know you’re practically ancient but the Ghostbusters? Catch up!”

“Whatever. I'm not dressing up. Can we go?” Bucky sighs in exasperation, making Sam’s grin grow even bigger. Bucky knows that he’s just playing into his game, that Sam loves riling him up. That doesn’t mean it’s any easier to not let it get to him.

“Alright alright. Hold your horses. I’m ready. Let’s go … Danny Zuko.”

Bucky wants to punch him then but Sam is out the door faster than Bucky can even react, his loud laughter sounding through the hallway.

There are people everywhere. Sitting on the kitchen counter, lounging on the couches, leaning against the wall by the open windows. Everywhere. The apartment is small and with so many people inside, it looks absolutely packed. Like sardines in a tin.

Music echos through the place, a song Bucky faintly recognizes from the radio but can’t name. Sam seems to enjoy it though, his body already swaying along to the tune.

“Hey Buck, where’s your girl?” He asks as both of them let their eyes travel across the room and over the crowd.

“She’s not my girl and I don’t —“

In the middle of the room is a fish tank. It separates the living room area from the dining room and kitchen. Blue and green hues radiate from it as colorful fish circle around and swerve in and out of the plants.

But Bucky hardly noticedsthe fish, as his eyes fall onto the girl at the other side of the tank. The water sends a blue shimmer across her skin but her smile doesn’t lose any of the warmth it always holds. She looks beautiful. She always does but there’s something about her tonight that’s different from all the times he’s seen her before. Something ethereal.

At that moment, Bucky feels a fluttery feeling in his heart, in his bones, in his blood. He knows this feeling, has felt it before, a long time ago. Maybe, he thinks, maybe there could be more than friendship there.

And that thought absolutely terrifies him. Because falling for someone makes you foolish and dumb and vulnerable. And that’s awfully scary.

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whydoyouwantmyname · 4 years ago

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Imagine Being Sirius’s Daughter (Part Four)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

-The last day of Summer break you asked Remus if it was okay that you went to Hogwarts, which he at first wasn’t sure if he wanted to agree to, but he could see in your eyes that you weren’t going to let it go.

-When you arrived he thought you were going to go straight to Dumbledore’s office, so imagine his surprise when he saw you start towards the dungeons. He decided to go to Dumbledore’s office, knowing that he was not wanted where you were going.

-You lightly knocked on Snape’s office door, to which his nasally, groaning tone leaked through the wooden door, “Come in.”

-When he saw it was you, he looked disappointed, “Miss Black, I was unaware the moon would be full tonight.”

“It’s not, I just wanted to come talk.”

“About? If it is regards to the grade the Weasley boys received last term, it is too late to change.”

“No, it is about him.” Snape looked away, he never imagined the daughter of one of his bullies would ever come to discuss the Potter boy with him.

“My father tells me that you used to be close with my Aunt Lily, that was until she started dating Uncle Prong.” You stated, not revealing the real reason, since you were sure that Snape regretted calling Lily a mudblood, “Harry is starting school tomorrow.”

“I am aware.” Snape hissed

“Are you okay?” You asked, as he lifted his head towards you again, “I mean this is the son of the woman you love.”

“Yes, and you are the child of the man who killed them. Now your spineless father might not have been the one holding the wand that stopped Lily’s heart, but he might as well have.” He hissed, advancing towards you, “You want to know why I have never liked you Miss Black, it isn’t because of how your father treated me, or how I was the test subject for your uncle Prong, or that I lost your aunt Lily. Oh no foolish girl it is because you act just like your father, reckless, pompous, ignorant... I am shocked your friends haven’t figured out you will probably turn on them just as fast as your father did. I can’t stand the sight of you because when I look at you, I see the man who turned on the Potter’s, who told the Dark Lord exactly where they were to kill them.” Snape was in your face now, his hook nose close to yours as he hissed, “Now get out.”

-You left immediately, tears brimming your eyes as you hurried towards Dumbledore’s office. When you got there Remus looked towards you immediately, and saw the sorrow in your eyes. His long legs carried him quickly towards you, before engulfing you in his arms, and pulling you into his chest. Your voice barely auditable as you muttered, “I would like to drop Potions.”

-Later that night you went to Hagrid’s, figuring he wouldn’t be there, cause it was dinner time for a certain three headed dog that Hagrid had been hiding in the forest for several years. You loved Fluffy, and normally when Hagrid would go to feed him you would tag along. So when you opened the door to see Hagrid standing at the fire you couldn’t help but raise some questions.

-He told you the bare minimum, he wasn’t able to reveal much to you, at the request of Dumbledore. But he told you that Fluffy was guarding something for Dumbledore, and that no matter what, you couldn’t bring up the fact that you knew about Fluffy, or the music. You agreed.

-The day you were supposed to get on the train, you woke up early and made Remus breakfast. Eggs Benedict, sausage, bacon, and strawberries lined the kitchen table as you pours some orange juice into the clear glass cups, the pot of coffee brewing. You knew that today was going to be hard, since Remus never liked saying goodbye to you, but today was going to be extra difficult, for both of you.

-While you cooked you had no idea how you would react to seeing the boy you were supposed to grow up with. The last time you had seen Harry was Halloween in 1981, when you were two. You also wondered how Remus would react, I mean this was the boy that should have also been calling him Uncle Mooney, the son of his best friends who were violently taken from the world too young. You couldn’t imagine the pain he would feel.

-When he awoke, and trudged into the kitchen he yawned, “You’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Excited to start your third year?” He joked as you turned your head slightly, “Course I am.”

“Do you remember what classes you chose?” He joked, already knowing that when you filled out the list you made sure to pick classes that you knew the Weasley would take.

“Yes Uncle Mooney.” You smiled, before taking his empty plate and serving up the freshly cooked breakfast.

-You both ate in silence, before Remus cleared his throat, “Have you heard from your dad in a while?”

“Not since June.” You muttered, “You?”

“No, he hasn’t written me in a while Love.”

-When you were finished you loaded the dishes into the sink, ready to clean them, however Remus stopped you, “I’ll do those later my Love, do you have your trunk packed?”

“Course I do, triple checked it last night.” You smiled as you looked towards him, ready to face the world.

“Good, better grab it then, would hate for you to be late, cause than who will entertain the boys?”

“Lee can handle it, I promise.”

“sure he can.”

- When you and Remus arrived on the platform you immediately looked around for Lee, Fred, and George, however you saw none of them. You turned towards Remus, ready to tell him you would stay with him and wait, but when you turned you saw he was scanning the platform as well. You knew it wasn’t for your friends however.

-When you finally caught sight of the Twins they had just run through the barrier, and went racing towards you, the two leaving their carts to hug you. However before you could say a word you saw a face you hadn’t seen in almost 10 years. His hair was shaggy, and a dark, chocolate brown, his skin was fair, his body was engulfed in clothes clearly too large for him, which caused him to look as though he was lean and tall. He was looking around the platform in wonder, a snow owl sitting atop his trunk, as his broken frames hung from his nose. You could see the shimmer of his green eyes, your Aunt’s eyes, but if it wasn’t for those eyes you would have sworn you were looking at the face of your Uncle Prongs.

-Your eyes immediately watered, but that didn’t stop you from turning to look at your Uncle Mooney, his own eyes transfixed on him, as a tear freely fell down his face. You broke away from the twins without a word, and hugged Remus, who was looking at Harry Potter as though he was an old friend.

-When Remus got to the car, he shut the door, and immediately broke down. The tears flowing like a river as he beat the steering wheel and screamed. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that Harry didn’t get to have his parents, it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t grow up with you, it wasn’t fair that he was dressed in hand-me-down clothes and his glasses were broken, it wasn’t fair that he looked like he hadn’t eaten a decent meal in 10 years, It wasn’t fair that Dumbledore didn’t just give Harry to him like he had you. It wasn’t fair that he lost his best friends, it wasn’t fair that his best friend killed them, it wasn’t fair… None of it was fair. As Remus screamed into the empty void of the car his tears were falling faster and faster at the thought of how unfair life had been for both Harry Potter and [Y/N] Black.

-When he finally drove home, he dragged his feet into the eerily quiet cabin, the room was dark, and cold. He slowly advanced towards the armchair and sunk into it, and let his thoughts consume him.

-When you boarded the train you couldn’t find Lee, so you and Fred snagged an empty booth while George went to find him. As soon as the door was closed though Fred looked at you, “Why do you look spooked?”

“Huh?” You looked towards him

“Well you took one look at that kid who went through the barrier with us, and your whole demeanor changed, and now you just look sad.”

“Remember when Uncle Remus was telling us stories last summer about my dad, and Uncle James?”

“Yeah, they both were bloody brilliant.” Fred smiled as you looked into his eyes, noticing as well the smallest smudge of dirt on his nose, “Well that was my Uncle Jame’s son. We haven’t seen him since he was 1, and honestly I doubt he even remembers us. Seeing him was like looking at my Uncle James again.”

-Later when George returned he sat down in amazement, “Lee is hanging out with the cool kids, but you’re never gonna guess what Ronny just told me?”

“What?” Fred replied, but you already had a feeling what the news was gonna be.

“That kid that ran into the barrier after us, that’s Harry Potter, the Harry Potter.”

“Wicked.” Fred smiled, however his eyes then grew large as he looked towards you, your head turned towards the window.

-When you were all getting off, Fred and George looked over at Lee and stuck their tongues out at him, causing you to smile slightly.

-At the feast Lee slid into the spot next to George, which of course led to a series of teasing, “Oh look who decided to join the big boys again?” George teased

“Who are you again, Levi, Jason, Kevin?” Fred taunted

“Oh what Lee, did the girls turn you down?” You asked with a smile as Lee rolled his eyes, expecting nothing less then that from the group of you.

“Haha very funny guys, and for your information [Y/N], Angelina actually agreed to go to Hogsmade with me on our first trip.”

-The boys immediately started to chatter about the prospect of Lee making moves on Angelina, but your attention was pulled away by the doors of the great hall swinging open. As always a hoard of 11 year olds filed into the great hall, McGonagall leading them towards the hat that would decide their house. As the pack pasted your eyes were searching for one little boy, but instead you found Ron, who wasted no time waving at you and the boys as he passed. Waving back though you saw the boy beside him, and watched as he continued to walk away, as you did, you caught the eyes of Snape, his own eyes glued to the boy whose face would remind him of yet another one of his childhood tormentors.

-As they called the children one by one you couldn’t help but chuckle at Fred and George’s banter, “Imagine if Ronnie gets put in Slytherin, Mum would have a heart attack.”

“I don’t think he would ever be cut out for Slytherin, honestly with how much he eats, he will probably be a Hufflepuff, that way he is closer to the kitchen.”

-Before you could add your two cents into the topic, you heard his name, “Ronald Weasley.”

You watched the small ginger boy approaching the stool, and as he went to sit down you shot him a reassuring smile, knowing there was only house where the Weasley Family belonged. The hat didn’t even touch his ginger hairs before it screamed out, “Gryffindor!”, causing your whole friend group to erupt into cheers, as George and Lee scooted over to make room for the newest lion.

-After a few more minutes you heard his name, a hush overtook the hall as some whispered, “The Harry Potter?”

-As he approached the stool, Dumbledore’s eyes found yours, your frame leaning forward as you waited for the hat to speak, praying he would go anywhere but Slytherin. You had no idea that Dumbledore was even watching how you reacted, knowing that you wanted nothing more then for him to be in Gryffindor, that way you could finally get to know the boy whom was supposed to practically be your cousin.

-Fred’s hand slipped to your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, he was the only one who knew how much the hat’s words would affect you. He was praying that he got gryffindor, that way it was easier for you to befriend him.

-When the hat screamed out Gryffindor, you and the boys all rose to your feet, along with the rest of the table, and cheered. Your cheer was by far the loudest. The small boy made his way towards you, and plopped right next to you, across from Ron, and the guys leaning around you to clap him on the shoulder.

-Once the sorting was over, and the food had appeared you all began introducing yourselves to the first years. George of course lead the introductions, “So this is Lee, the charmer who has the loudest voice, I’m George, The handsome twin, this is Fred, the slightly less handsome twin, and that’s [Y/N], she is basically our mum.”

“Mum would be pissed if she heard that.” Ron replied, as he stuffed his mouth with mashed potatoes, causing you to smile, “No Ronnie, she would absolutely agree.”

-You couldn’t help but look at Harry out of the corner of your eye as you all chattered at the feast table.

-That night when Percy took all the first years to the common room, you stayed at the table with the boys, just chatting and catching up. That was until Professor Dumbledore appeared behind George and Lee, his eyes on you as you looked up from Lee’s story and made eye contact with the headmaster. “Miss Black, a word?”

“Course headmaster.” You replied, quickly swinging out of the table before watching him go back down the aisle towards the facility table, your motions matching his in the opposite aisle until you both met at the end, without even a look he made his way towards the hidden chamber hidden underneath the Great Hall, the floor littered in the many treasures of Hogwarts, fully carpeted, the fire roaring as McGonagall slowly rose from the chair placed infront of the fire.

“Minerva, Albus, what if the meaning of this?” You asked, eyebrow arched as Dumbledore took a soft breath, “Your uncle informed me your first year that you were in corespondences with your father.”

“Firstly, the people I am in contact with is no importance to you, and secondly, why are you choosing now to make this a topic of conversation?”

-He was quiet for a second, his long finger going to his half moon spectacles to push them farther up his crooked nose, before he turned his head to look at McGonagall. However just by the expression on both of their faces you knew.

“You think I am going to tell him about Harry...” you whispered.

“We are just concerned for the boy [Y/N]. You have seen the state of the boy, and I have seen his family, they are horrid muggles. We don’t want him to deal with a harder life then he already has, and many death eaters would love to...” McGonagall started, however you were quick to cut her off.

“Then you shouldn’t have ever let him go to them, you should have sent him straight to us, Remus was one of the Potter’s best friends, and in the event of my father being wrongly accused...”

“James and Lily stated they didn’t want to send him to Mooney!” Dumbledore’s voice was raised as your eyes grew in frustration, “They specifically stated if something were to happen to them, if Harry was in need of rehoming... he was to go to either your father, or his Aunt Petunia. Seeing how your father was unable to care for him, we respected the Potter’s wishes and sent him to live with Lily’s sister.”

“Yet he was good enough to raise me?” You snapped.

“It was what your father would have wan...”

“What my father wanted.” You interrupted him with a chuckle, “What my father wanted was to raise his own daughter, for someone to defend him when he was framed for murdering his friends, yet None of you saved him from Azkaban. So do not tell me about what my father wanted Albus.”

-A pause lingered in the air after your words slipped from your lips, your blood boiling as you hissed, “I didn’t plan on telling my father a word anyway, so if you will excuse me, I would like to go back to my common room?”

“You are dismissed Miss Black.” Dumbledore’s voice was soft as you stormed from the hidden room and into the Great Hall, not even stopping to talk to the boys, who all turned to see you leave when they saw Fred perk up.

-When the grand doors slammed behind you, Lee mumbled, “What do you think they said to piss her off so badly?”

-He got no reply, because as soon as the door slammed both Weasley boys were up, and hurrying towards the door themselves, hoping you hadn’t gotten too far.

-They saw you on the stairs, you were almost to the Fat Lady when George called out, “[Y/N]!” This caused you to stop your ascension up the stairs, your hand gripping the railing as they also stopped, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just.... I’m just tired.”

“Bullshit, we know when you’re lying [Y/N].” Fred replied as you gave a dry chuckle, “Nothing gets past you two does it?”

“Nope, we figured after all this time you would have figured that out by now.” George replied, as you slowly turned, your eyes red and glassy as the tears threatened to fall, causing George and Fred to Easter no time bolting up the stairs, and almost tackling you onto the steps as they hugged you.

-They sat in the common room with you, they got the small table you all always sat at and pulled out the Wizard Chess board. George looked at you and smiled, “Ready to lose Black?”

“In your dreams Georgie.” You forced a smile, as Fred looked between the two of you, a smile on his face as you moved your pawn to D4.

-Each twin took a turn playing you, and acted baffled when you won. However you knew they were letting you win, cause when it came to games the Weasley Twin sometimes went for blood.

-After you played both twins once, you looked at them, “So now you and George are gonna destroy each other.”

“Bullshit, I want a rematch.” George barked, playfully pushing Fred from the seat as you smiled, Fred dramatically fell out of the chair and pretended to scoff at his brother as he took the observer’s spot.

-After round 2 against Fred, the younger Weasley, and Harry had joined the table, each standing on a side of George as you easily took Fred’s king. “You are getting sloppy.” Ron voiced.

“You think you can do better Ronald?” Fred asked, eyebrow raised, “You try.”

“Is that okay?” Ron asked you, a blush spreading across his cheeks as you grinned, “Course Ronnie, Fred, Move.”

-Ron won against you, a grin on his face as his knight claimed victory against your king. “You definitely cheated.” You joked

-Ron looked at Harry, “Harry, you wanna try? I promise playing against [Y/N] is easy.”

“I haven’t a clue how to play.” He whispered, as you joked, “It’s okay, I’ll go easy on you.”

-When Harry took the seat across from you, you turned the board around, making it so that he was allowed to make the first move. “You just gotta tell them where you want them to go.”

-The whole time you played, you were giving tips to him, along with the three ginger boys, however whenever Harry had a question, he asked you.

-Harry won the first game, to which he smiled wide, “I won?”

“Looks that way, now one of them have to try to beat you.” You smiled, looking to Fred, “Wanna try knocking him out Freddie?”

“Alright, but I’m not gonna go easy on him just cause he is a first time player.” Fred replied as you switched spots. However Harry looked over to you, “think you could... maybe...”

-He didn’t even have to finish the question, your feet guiding you to the small space between his seat and the wall, your arms crossed as you watched, offering help to him whenever he asked.

-He won against all of the Weasleys, the last one he played was George, who replied, “You know it is no far that it was 2 against 1.”

“And he’s never played before, we did the same thing when Charlie taught Ginny how to play when she was 5.”Ron replied, as George crossed his arms, “Yes but Charlie didn’t have our strategies memorized like [Y/N].”

“You’re just pouting because a first timer beat you, don’t worry Georgie, your ego will bounce back.” You smiled.

-After Harry beat George, the two younger boys excused themselves to their corridors, while George stretched and muttered something about going to his trunk quickly to get the prank journal. When he left the table Fred looked at you, “So your dad was best friends with the Potters?”

“Yeah, he was.” You whispered, “They basically were family to my dad, like I called his parents my grandparents. Uncle Remus told me that James was the first person other than his mum to see me, and that when I was a baby I adored him, I would cry whenever him or Aunt Lily left the room. I still have pictures too from their wedding in my room, not a day goes by that I don’t think about them.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” His hand stretched towards your hand, as it slowly cupped around yours.

“I figured it wasn’t important.” You lied. Truth was you didn’t want him to put it together, you were scared that you would lose all of them if they knew your dad was in Azkaban, for betraying the Potter’s.

-Fred’s hand didn’t leave yours, even when George returned to discuss all the pranks they had plotted without you. It felt comfortable, and while you and Fred thought nothing of it, George definitely noticed.

-When you all finally went your separate ways to go to bed, George bumped his twin on the shoulder, “So are we gonna talk about that?”

“About what?”

“About what, this boy tells me about what, as though him and [Y/N] haven’t been holding hands for over an hour.” George muttered, as Fred smiled, “Honestly George, it’s not a big deal.”

“Fred, just ask her to Hogsmeades already.” He instructed, “That way I can stop watching you try to suppress your feelings towards her.”

-When the boys went to Potions that morning, they were so excited that their first class was with you. However their smiles fell when you weren’t there at your normal table. The next class they had was Care of Magical Creatures, and when they saw you there, George was the first to state, “You missed Potions?”

“Sorry, I must have forgotten to tell you, I... Ummm dropped potions. I have a private tutoring lesson now for it with Dumbledore.” You replied.

-Both boys went up to McGonagall later that day, and asked if she could ask Dumbledore if they could join you. When she asked, his smile grew, “Of course they can join.”

-Dumbledore apologized for his outburst when you went to his office for the potion lesson, to which you stated, “All is forgiven.”

-Your father still hadn’t written you.... which was concerning. However it didn’t stop you from writing to him daily.

-You wrote to Remus about what Albus said to you, to which he replied by writing Albus a long letter explaining that if he ever did that again, he would be going to Hogwarts directly to correct the interaction.

-A week after classes started, Fred walked up beside you, “Hey [Y/N]?”

“Yes Freddie?”

“You know how we are going to be going to Hogsmeade at the end of the month?”

“You mean we aren’t sneaking into Hogsmeade for once in the dead of night and going legitimately now, when everything is open?” You replied with a grin, as you reflected on all the times you used the Marauders Map to sneak into the village, hoping Charlie, and Percy never saw you.

“Yeah, well I was wondering if you would wanna go with me?”

“I thought we were all going together? I mean Lee is going with Angelina, but I assumed you, George and I were...”

“Nevermind, it was a stupid question...” he stated, “I mean I should have just assumed you were going with us.”

-George and Lee were so proud of Fred for asking you on proper date finally, however when they saw how upset he looked they questioned his appearance, “She ummm didn’t realize I was asking her on a date.” Fred replied, causing both boys to fall silent.

-Dumbledore loved having the three of you, and found that soon his favorite part of the day was your class. Some days it felt as though you all exchanged stories more than learned anything.

-You spent at least one night a week at Hagrid’s hut discussing life over tea. It was here that he told you about his plan to make Harry a scrapbook of pictures of his family. You gladly agreed to help.

-Your first school trip to Hogsmeade was a ball, you three started off at Three Broomsticks, and drank three large mugs of butter beer each. Fred was insistent on paying for yours, and once you finally agreed George joked, “You paying for mine too?”

-You then looked at Fred with a grin, “It’s only fair.”

-After The Three Broomsticks you three ventured to Honeydukes, where you all gawked at the endless rows of sweets.

-Before you left you bought 5 cauldron cakes, along with 10 chocolate frogs and a tin of Sugared Butterfly Wings.

-You ended the trip at Zonko’s, where Fred and George gawked over everything in the store. Both boys touching everything and turning it in their hands, as they observed the products. While they were doing that you had managed to wander away slightly, and bought two nose biting tea cups. Placing them into your bag you walked back over to the boys, who were debating quite loudly who to prank with the dungbombs.

-Upon getting back to Hogwarts you gave two of the five cauldron cakes to Ron and Harry, then you tossed the tin to Harry, and looked at Ron, “Now don’t go eating these all in one night.” You instructed before reaching into your bag and pulling out the ten chocolate frogs. The boys both look at you with sheer joy, and thanked you for the gifts.

-You also gave the twins their cauldron cakes, and the tea cups, both looked at the off white porcelain and muttered, “Wicked.”

-That night Fred sat next to you at dinner, and as soon as Lee sat down you asked, “Soooooo, how’d it go with Angelina?”

“She didnt show, she was supposed to meet me at the tea shop. So I just came back here.”

“Why didn’t you come find us, we told you we would be at the Three Broomsticks before we separated?” George asked

“I didn’t want to drag you guys down. How was it though?” He asked, his frown turning up a bit as George went into a monologue about the trip, leaving you and Fred to just listen as you slowly devoured the food on your plates.

-That night when you were turning in for the night you looked towards Angelina’s four poster, “So why did you do it?”

“Do what?” She asked confused

“Agree to go on a date with Lee Jordan, but instead you stood him up? Let me guess, you and Katie thought it would be a better idea to go to the hair salon and get your hair done?”

“Last I checked what I did was none of your business [Y/N].”

“It is when you hurt my best friend’s feelings, so this is how it is going to go, you are going to apologize to him before your first class, you are going to be honest with him about your feelings and than you are going to make it up to him by actually going with all of us next time. And if you don’t, I’ll hex your broom, and make your hair change colors, do I make myself clear?” Your tone was menacing, and you knew Angelina was aware that you were the brightest witch of your year.

-She agreed to the terms, and that morning at breakfast Lee sat down smiling, “So Angelina apologized, and you’re never gonna guess why she stood me up?”

“Why?” Fred asked, before shoving a fork full of eggs into his mouth.

“Turns out she was on a date with Oliver.”

-When the boys told you that Harry was on the Quidditch team you were ecstatic.

-However that first game you were nervous for him, and nearly lost your mind when he crashed onto the pitch. However as soon as he spit up the snitch you cheered the loudest.

-When the broom started to jerk around in the air, you were trying to see who could have been muttering a hex on it, as you muttered a counter curse. That’s when you saw Snape mouthing something, but you knew Snape’s behaviors well enough to know he would never try to charm Harry’s broom.

-The next trip to Hogsmeade Angelina joined, as promised, and actually had a lot of fun. After when you were all walking back you bummed her arm lightly, “Thanks for that by the way.”

“No problem, maybe Oliver will want to come to the next one, then we can have a double date kinda.”

“How?”

“You and Fred....”

“Fred and I aren’t dating.” You stated softly, “We’re just friends.”

“This coming from the girl who shared a butter beer with him, and who he gave his jacket to when you said you were cold.” She laughed, “I don’t know about you, but that seems an awful lot like you two are dating.”

-That night you and Harry actually stayed up late talking, you never brought up anything about your lives crossing, but you just talked. It was a common occurrence.

-Yes he twins were jealous of Harry at one point, but that was just because after every quidditch match you would go congratulate him first. However when you would go congratulate them you would wrap them both into tight hugs, and suggest going to Three Broomsticks to celebrate with Fire Whiskey.

-On the night of Halloween when you were all sent back to the common rooms you were frantically looking around for Ron and Harry, your heart racing as each second ticked by. When you finally saw the two dirty boys and the mousy brown haired mess of curls you went rushing over to Harry and engulfed him in a hug, “Don’t scare me like that again you two.”

-After that day, Hermoine joined your group, which you liked, because you knew how beneficial it was for the Twins and Lee to have a girl in their friend group.

-She loved getting to know you, because you challenged her intelligence daily.

-Fred never brought up you both going to Hogsmeade together again.

-One night while you were helping Fred with his transfiguration homework, you both feel asleep on the love seat. Harry woke you both up the next morning before going to his first class.

-As always you finished the term with the top grades in your class, and for once the Twins got higher than a A in potions.

-You drew names for secret Santa that year, however one of you kept drawing your own names, so finally after drawing names 20 times, you finally got your person, who happened to be George.

-The twins begged you to stay at Hogwarts that year, knowing that you couldn’t invite him to have Christmas at your house. As much as you wanted to stay though you told him you had to go home. You needed to see your Uncle, and get pictures for Hagrid’s secret project.

-You sat alone on the train ride back, and watched the countryside whiz by.

-Remus was so excited when he saw you get off the train, and you wasted no time running up to him to give him a hug.

-Over the holiday, you had made arrangements to stay at Hogwarts with Hagrid for the full moon. You were not allowed to go to the actual castle because you didn’t want the boys finding out why you were there.

-On the car ride home, you were informing him of Hagrid’s plan, and he quickly agreed to donate a few photographs to the cause.

-As soon as you got home you started going through the old photo box, Remus was insistent however that no pictures of the other Marauders or the first Order would be included. However he thought it was fine that you included a photo from James and Lily’s wedding, where they were holding you while dancing.

- Remus had told Hagrid you would both be attending Christmas dinner at his house, meaning you were going to be at Hogwarts. You also knew that Harry and Ron might stop in, since Hagrid and Harry had gotten so close.

-As soon as you got to Hagrid’s, you saw all the boys playing in the snow through the window. Hagrid poured your tea and stated, “They all came to wish me a merry Christmas, figured I let them play in the snow with Fang for a bit. I must say though, those two twins haven’t been the same since you left [Y/N].”

“I figured they would have been overjoyed that there was no parental figure there anymore to harp on them.” You joked before sitting down next to your father, and sipping your tea.

-Hagrid got teary eyed looking over the pictures you and Remus had picked out. However he tried to cover it, “it feels like only yesterday you were little like this [Y/N], now look at you, all grown up, getting the highest marks of the grade.”

-He got you a biker jacket for Christmas, it was all black, and had little studs in it. “Your father had one just like it when he was here, I figured it was only fair you had one too.”

-Remus got you a cassette player, and a few of the classics. When you opened it your mouth gaped open, “I love it.”

“I figured you would, it was something your father brought back with him one summer after staying with Uncle James, he took it everywhere with him and blared all this muggle music.” Remus smiled, as you popped in a tape and pressed play, as Queen started blasting out of the speaker.

-“There’s one more present for ya too, Dumbledore delivered it this morning. I guess Molly sent all the boys presents here, along with one for you.” Hagrid pulled the familiar brown wrapped present out from under his little tree beside the couch. A cute little golden bow was stuck on the top of it. As you unwrapped it you expected to see just the sweater, however on top of it laid a enevelope, with your name beautifully written across the front. As you carefully opened it, you couldn’t help but listen to Remus’s laughter as he watched Harry playing with the Weasleys in the snow, “It appears as though one of your boys just tackled Harry into the snow.”

-You knew that just seeing Harry from afar was going to give Remus so much joy. You turned and whispered, “Of course he would.”

-Inside the enevelope was a card, on the front you noticed it had hand drawn flowers littered all over, with your name once again printed on the front in the same handwriting. Inside the letter small specks of glitter started to float out, and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw her message, “Hope your Christmas is magical.”

-Your sweater that year was a dark forest green and the letter was in a light grey, as though you were a Slytherin. You slipped it on immediately.

-You had stayed late at the hut, sipping tea and laughing. Occasionally you had peaked out the window to watch the boys but as soon as the sun started to set they had all retreated to the castle, and Fang came back to the hut. As soon as Fang saw you, he leapt onto the couch and rested his head on your lap, his eyes immediately shutting as you pet him. Soon he was fast asleep.

-However in less than an hour there was a knocking on the door, which Hagrid answered, expecting that the other professors had come to join you all for dinner, however when he opened it, he was greeted by two tall, slightly muscular, ginger boys with red cheeks, and huge smiles. “Where is she?” They both stated at the same time.

“Where’s who?” Hagrid was blocking the doorway, so neither saw you turn on the couch to look back at the back of Hagrid’s frame.

“[Y/N].” They both stated, before pushing past him and into the hut. As soon as they saw you looking at them, they both lifted their arms and cheered loud enough to wake up Fang, before running around either side of the couch and engulfing you in a hug. Remus chuckling as Hagrid whispered, “Howd they know?”

“Call it best friend intuition.” Remus replied, knowing fully well that they probably saw your name on the map.

-You also knew that’s how they knew you were here.

-You all moved to the floor, Fang curled up in his bed as you were seated between the two gingers, each of you joking amongst yourselves as Remus watched. As soon as you saw Hagrid put the apron on though you were standing up, and hurrying over to help, grabbing your own apron to throw on as you helped him extract the food from the oven and stove. the boys had also gotten up to help but Remus stopped them, “Don’t even try boys, they have a system on doing this.”

-After dinner you and the boys went outside to play in the falling snow, both boys wasting no time throwing snow at you, before tackling you into the cold. As soon as the snowball fight started both boys picked you up at some point, and threw you over their shoulder as they ran through the snow. Laughter filling the air as you all raced around in the dark snowfall, hurling small bulger sized balls of snow and ice at one another.

-As you all played in the snow, Remus and Hagrid sat inside the hut and talked, at some point Hagrid looked at Remus, “Thank you by the way.”

“For what?”

“The pictures, I know that these were probably hard for you to part with.”

-After two hours outside the Weasley Twins and you were laying in the snow, watching the snow float onto your faces, your bodies slowly sinking into the frozen water flakes. Remus opened the door and looked out into the darkness, watching the snow softly land on the three of you before calling out, “It’s time to go home Love.”

-This caused you to quickly sit up, the boys slowly mimicking your action as you looked to either of them, “Well boys, it’s been entertaining.”

“Do you think Remus will let you stay?” George whispered as you looked towards him, you smile falling slightly as you replied, “Sadly no boys, but don’t worry, I’ll be back before know it.”

-Hugging the boys goodbye was harder then you expected, and before heading into the hut you watched both of them ascend up the stairway towards the castle. Once inside you and Remus quickly used the floo powder system to return to the cabin.

-Two days later you returned to the hut, and spent the night with Hagrid and Fang. Those days you were there Fred and George never opened the map, so they had no idea you had returned the castle.

-While you were there you and Hagrid made a handful of bake goods, and over a dozen cups of tea.

-When you got on the train, it was really strange not sitting with Fred and George, however Lee saved you a seat in the booth with him, Angelina, Katie, Oliver and Lavender Brown.

-When you got to the platform, you heard your name loudly exclaimed, turning you saw the red headed, younger twin race towards you, arms wide open as you opened your own, and collided with you. His tighting squeeze engulfing you as Lee chuckled, “Goodness I wish you greeted me like that George.”

“I absolutely do, you just never notice when I do.” George replied, as you rolled your eyes.

“Speaking of your better half, where is he?” You rebuttaled

“Back at the common room, he claimed that he didn’t feel well.” His fingers made the quotation hand gestures when he said didn’t feel well.

-When you were in the common room you saw Harry in his H sweater, and couldn’t help but smile, “So you are part of the tradition now too?”

- That night You, and the three boys sat around the fireplace, the soft glow of the flames highlighting Fred and George’s faces as you and Lee sat facing them, each of you held boxes on your lap as you each joked and discussed your holidays. Finally it was Lee who spoke up, “Well I’ll go first, I got Fred.”

-As he handed the box to Fred you couldn’t help but chuckle, since Lee had already told you what he had put in the box. Fred’s eyes shifted between the two of you as he slowly started tearing the paper, “It’s not a dungbomb that’s about to go off is it?”

“No, besides if it were, why would we all be sitting around you?” Lee answered.

-Inside was a self help book on maintaining healthy, romantic relationships, he read it and looked horrified, and then asked, “Do you think I’m gonna be a shitty boyfriend?”

“No mate, just figured you would just need all the help you can get.”

-You went next, “Well I got George. However I have to apologize in advance, cause I didn’t get you a relationship self help book, but if you need to I am sure Fred will let you burrow his.”

-When George opened his box, he revealed a maroon and golden scarf, with a matching hat. On top of the hat was a small pompon. He looked to you as you replied, “Your mum taught me how to knit last summer.”

-He immediately put it on.

-Fred went next, and tossed the box to Lee, “Merry Christmas mate.”

Inside the box was a tiny cube, which was painted a metallic orange color. There was no opening to it, or any other indications of what it actually was. However Fred was beaming with pride as Lee turned it in his hands, and finally he asked, “What is it?”

“A prototype, George and I cooked it up while you were gone. It is the first prototype of a product we would like to create for our joke shop, and there will be a secret trigger word which will cause it to multiple and release a foul smelling gas.”

“Fred accidentally set it off though when he was wrapping it though so sadly it won’t work, but it took Flich a whole week to get the stink out of the common room.” George added as you looked at the product in Lee’s hand.

“What if instead it was a wind up toy, that way you couldn’t accidentally set it off.” You suggested, as both Fred and George looked at you, the wheels in their head spinning as they processed your suggestion.

-Finally George spoke, “You’re a genius Black.”

-George looked at his lap, “So I got you a present, but Mum hasn’t sent it yet.”

Your eyebrow raised, “Do I get to know what it is?”

“No, it’s a surprise, but I am really sorry it isn’t here yet.”

“It’s fine Georgie, just means now I’m not gonna talk to you till it comes.” You joked.

“You can’t be serious.” He whined, as you looked to Fred, “Freddie, why isn’t George here?”

“He’s in the hospital wing, gave himself a black eye from slipping in the court yard.”

“Come on guys this isn’t funny.” George whined, revealing much to his unamusement that all of his friends had also joined in on the joke.

-For a week whenever you were all together you would make up different sonarios as to why George wasn’t hanging out with you all. Whenever he spoke you would also joke that George was using telepathy to speak to you all. However when you were not all together, you would interact with George. You apologized as well for starting the joke.

-The day the present came, George slammed it on the table in front of your group, “Here it is.”

“Bloody hell George, where have you been all week, we were worried sick.” You sighed as you looked at the ginger.

“Well it all started when I was trying to prank you guys, but Snape saw me before I could pull it off, and he locked me in detention for a week in the dungeon, and had me organized his ingredients and potion cabinets.”

“That sounds awful.” Lee exclaimed as you pointed towards the box, “So what’s this?”

“That is your present Miss Black, which I request you open at your earliest convenience.”

“Well I better open it after I finish my 5 parchment paper, and save the world, and...” you joked as you snatched the box from him.

“Don’t forget you also have to babysit Fang, and you told Harry you would play quidditch with him.” Fred interrupted.

“You also said you would do mine and Freddie’s parchments as well.” Lee added

-When you opened it you were treated with a red velvet box, and turned it in your hand, “What’s this George?”

“Open it to see.” He instructed, before looking to Fred with a smile.

-Inside was a hand painted, white oval. Within the oval was a small, colorblocked painting of a dragon. The outside of the oval was decorated with braided red and white string. As you looked at it, George stated, “Mum picked it up in Romania for me, they call it a Martisor, and they gift it during the Martisor holiday, which they celebrate on the first day of spring. The red and white strings on top are supposed to symbolize that you will have a joyous year.”

“Where did you get this?” You whispered

“Mum picked it up for me in Romania when they were visiting Charlie, that’s why it took so long to get here.” He beamed as you looked at him, “Thanks Georgie.”

Part Five

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