#The Night Manger Fanfiction

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Last Updated: 2024-02-01

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Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ Cleaning Up by thezombieprostitute • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: Something is budding between you and the new night manager at the hotel.

✑ Duty of Care by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: "After Pine rescues you from a bloodthirsty mafia leader, he confesses his feelings for you while tending to your wounds."

✑ Holiday in Cario by iwillbeinmynest • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Your friend invites you on a trip overseas but when she all but [ditches you] you find yourself in a rather uncomfortable position. Lucky for you the hotel [night manager] comes to your rescue."

✑ I Won't Let Go by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: “Angela convinced Jonathan to attend a event - held by the Riverhouse, to take his mind off his lovesickness. Unbeknowst to him, you have a gig on exactly that event...”

✑ Leave Me Wanting More by the-purity-pen • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: Months of mutual pining finally culminate in a passionate encounter, but Jonathan makes sure to leave you wanting more…

✑ Mission Comes First, the by holymultiplefandomsbatman • 16+ • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •

Summary: "Jonathan met you long before he came in contact with Angela Burr. When he goes undercover, you join him. Unfortunately, Roper catches and then tortures you to find out who sent you... while Jonathan has to stand by and watch, just like he promised you. The mission comes first, no matter what."

✑ Mr. Pine by sserpente • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Imagine surprising… your boyfriend at his workplace,… a fancy hotel in Switzerland and getting him all worked up by repeatedly calling him Mr. Pine.

✑ My Dearest Diamond by five-miles-over • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After nearly two years… [you and Jonathan] rekindled your love via handwritten letters, until you [plan a] trip to London to see him. As he prepares [for your arrival], Jonathan reflects on his relationship with you …[carrying] out one last errand before you land."

✑ Paris by muddyorbsblr • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "After spending the last few hours pretending to be a loving couple while on a mission in Paris, Jonathan decides to lose himself in the fantasy of having you to himself."

✑ Pine by devilbat • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: After rescuing you from kidnappers, your father hires Jonathan to be your bodyguard allowing the two of you to grow close. One night, he breaks into your room, asking you to trust him, and although the attack left you wary of the world, you know one thing for sure: Jonathan will always keep you safe.

✑ Saviour by sserpente • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine Jonathan Pine saving your life after you end up going after the same target."

✑ Secrets￨Prt. II by strangerquinns • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "So desperate for it, aren't you? Well, if you want it so bad you'd better start taking it." + "Look at you, grinding against everything, you're really desperate for it. Aren't you?"

✑ Sleepy by thehiddlebums • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "Your lover is snoring quietly and you can't help but giggle because it's so cute" + "Laughing at their messy hair in the morning."

✑ Slow Your Roll by ladyfluff • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Exhausted and confined to the house after surgery, Jonathan shows you unwavering care and support on your shared journey to recovery.

✑ Summer in Majorca by smolvenger • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "A trip to Spain alongside Roper and his crew had you cross paths with a man mysterious as he is kind and heroic as he is handsome. He goes by Thomas and then Andrew [but is] secretly named Jonathan. You find yourself blossoming feelings for him. [However,] it seems he has eyes for Jed and not you..."

✑ A Complete Surprise by wickednerdery •

✑ After Glow by holdmytesseract • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Andy & Liv￨Prt. II by ladyfloriographist • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✑ Buh-nana. by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Dirty Talk by fadingfics • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Good Enough to Eat

✑ Home Before You Know It￨Prt. II by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Life with You by lokispet-blog1 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Not Alone by holdmytesseract • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Paper Hearts and Glitter Glue by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Photographic Evidence by ladyfluff • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

✑ Short and Sweet Fuse by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sneaking Around by anonymousfiction211 • 16+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •

✑ So Much More by five-miles-over • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✑ Step Outside by ladyfluff • 〔E᜶C〕 •

✑ Way You Look at Me, the by jewels2876 • 〔E〕 •

✑ Welcome to the World by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Will You Marry Me? by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Within the Strongbox of My Heart by frostbitten-written • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

✑ You by imagine-upon-a-star • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

See Also: Navigation || Jonathan Pine Master Index

Authors: @anonymousfiction211 || @devilbat || @fadingfics || @five-miles-over || @frostbitten-written || @holdmytesseract || @holymultiplefandomsbatman || @imagine-upon-a-star || @iwillbeinmynest || @jewels2876 || @just-the-hiddles || @ladyfloriographist || @ladyfluff || @lokispet-blog1 || @muddyorbsblr || @smolvenger || @sserpente || @strangerquinns || @the-purity-pen || @thehiddlebums || @thezombieprostitute || @wickednerdery ||

[funtimesatwork]

1b. Diego’s First Day.

Welcome to Funtimes At Work, a Five Nights At Freddy’s fanfiction! What follows under the cut is the first chapter of the story, ‘Diego’s First Day.’ This chapter is 10,074 words long. In order to make this post easier to manage, the chapter is cut in half. This half is 4,421 words long. This chapter half is available to read under the cut.

“So now it’s just us two,” the caretaker pointed out.

“Don’t remind me,” Freddy began, “I’m only letting you sit next to me so you don’t annoy anyone else. Ballora’s giving her performance by now and I only have,” a pause as he checked his internal clock “forty-five minutes before I’m due for mine.”

“Right! And I do believe you’re to clear all of your acts with me?”

That was met with a glare that, if looks could kill, would result in a fine red mist being all that remained of the fleshy one.

“I already told you, we call the shots.”

“But you need my signature.”

His own words, used against him.

“Fine. It’s just a standard comedy routine with some slapstick with Bon-Bon moving over my body like a spider.”

“I think I can sign off on that.”

“But you haven’t heard how it ends! We get this little guy on stage, his name’s Diego, and we decapitate him!”

That was squealed out, once again highlighting the bear’s love of dark humor.

“Ouch, Freddy, ouch.”

“If it helps, the blade would be sharp! I don’t like rusty ones!”

“Well, aren’t you ever the professional? Alright. I’m just going to go pick up some chips, you don’t mind if I eat them near you right?”

“Why would I ever take offense to my enemy doing things that prolong his life?”

“Exactly! You’re the best, Freddy. I need to think of a cute nickname for you. Fred. Freedy Freddy. The Fredster!”

The unusual ursine could only posture an odd glare at the man who seemed entirely oblivious to just how deeply he was unwanted, and for that matter, unneeded. Freddy wasn’t sure why Corporate insisted on giving him a manger: Baby didn’t have one and she was just fine.

After a few blissfully quiet minutes, Diego returned with a pack of nacho-cheese flavored Doritos. Delicious! Opening the bag and taking some, Freddy glared at him.

“Did you want some?”

“No.”

“Why the staring?”

With a shrug that could only scream ‘eh, what the hell,’ Funtime Freddy decided that honesty was the best policy. Implicitly, he just wanted to be so honest he’d spook Diego off from continuing his ventures in employment here.

“I’m trying to decide how to kill you.”

“Go for poisoning my food. I can’t help it, I just love eating.”

“Well now that’s too obvious! Maybe I’ll stuff you inside my chest and let you starve. Do you know how fun that would be? Your filth being your own extinction…”

“But then you’d have my filth all in you! Don’t you deserve better?”

Freddy was growing increasingly frustrated at Diego’s apparent inability to be threatened. What was it with this guy?

“You’re really trying to die, aren’t you?”

“I have faith that you won’t actually kill me.”

“I’m a giant bear with a temper. Do you really think only faith will save you?”

“A question for theologians, Fred. I’m just a psych major trying to earn some extra cash.”

“Is that extra pocket change really worth having to deal with me,” he cooed out as if in love.

“It’s pocket change to you, but to me it’s a lot. Hard to argue with sixty thousand a year.”

“Salaried.”

“They’ll work me well over that, I’m sure, but it’s good for now.”

So, Freddy also had access to Diego’s pay-roll information. Lovely. The bear already knew where he lived, what harm could come from him knowing exactly how much he was paid?

“Sixty-two thousand, three hundred ninety-five dollars, and thirty-four cents a year.”

“Right on the dot, Fredster!”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Well, what’s your preferred nickname?”

“Freddy is all I want you to call me.”

“Can I at least call you ‘friend’?”

“He-,” it seemed the bear attempted to swear. He seemed frustrated with his inability to. “There aren’t even any kids nearby! But, the answer’s no.”

Diego took out his phone, just to check the time. Ten-twenty in the morning, just forty minutes until showtime!

“So, how do you warm up for the show?”

“We don’t. We just go and do it.”

“Signs of a true professional.”

“Diego, Bon-Bon and I have done this for thirty-five years. We know how to do this with our suits powered down.”

“That reminds me, Freddy! Are you the endoskeleton, or the suit?”

“Are you just the bones or the flesh?”

“Good point!”

The two sat in a, strangely comfortable, silence for a few more minutes. Freddy woke Bon-Bon up and placed him back on his hand. The time was ten-thirty, and he was ready to go.

“We should head back to the Auditorium.”

“Oh, we? Are you inviting me?”

Giving Diego one of his signature ‘I really want to kill you’ glares, the two entered the elevator. It was a short and quiet ride to floor one. Freddy took a deep breath in, and reactivated his entertainer mode. He took his place on his stage, standing perfectly still: it was as if he had no free will at this moment. The children entered the room, and Diego entered his office. He had a camera on his desktop pointing out the window: just so he could record this performance. 

It lasted two hours, which was much longer than Diego would’ve thought. From eleven to one, Freddy never broke character. He also didn’t threaten anyone, and everything went on without a hitch: truly, he was a master at his craft. Diego mused that, perhaps, thirty-five years and layers of programming would allow you to master anything. He checked Funtime Freddy’s schedule: his first show was from eleven to one, then three to four-forty five, then five to six and he was done for the evening.

The time was now one-fifteen, and Diego was in the auditorium helping the janitorial staff to clean up. He needed something to do, at least, and he figured it was always prudent to get in the good graces of the custodians. Freddy pitched in as best he could, which was surprising - maybe it was something he had to do? A facet of his entertainment mode, and nothing more. Perhaps just there to teach the kids to clean up.

Perhaps he was just doing this to have an excuse to get closer to Diego and remind him of just how much bigger, stronger, and smarter he was.

When the party was fully cleaned up, the caretaker went into his office. The bear followed. 

“You were excellent, Freddy!”

“I know I was! I’m an entertainer!”

“I won’t lie, it’s a little creepy how easy it is for you to switch between being independent and being bound to your programming.”

Oh, he was going to exploit that. He was going to exploit the utter hell out of that.

“Well, anything for the birthday boy! Bon-Bon, let’s make sure he has an extra-special birthday blast!”

The bear’s posture was straight, robotic, and a strange blend of janky, mechanical, and yet organic, and smooth. 

“Maybe I should not have told you that that was creepy. What if I said it was cute?”

He immediately snapped out of his programming.

“Now I never want to enter that mode again.”

“Well don’t let me be the cause of that.”

“Would it make you feel so guilty you quit if you were?”

“Not particularly.”

Freddy huffed out. Nothing ever was so simple with Diego, now, was it? He made his first caretaker quit only a week into it, and his second two months into it.

Was he losing his touch? Then again, he could be patient. He’d simply out-last Diego. Something would get him to leave, something always did.

At any rate, the two moved into Diego’s office. The caretaker huffed as he sat back down in his chair, happy to be able to relax - though in truth that wasn’t in short supply at this job.

“Hey, Freddy?”

The animatronic looked up, waiting for whatever it was the human had to say.

“Take this.”

Diego pulled out the taser from the drawer, keeping it in its pouch, and handing it to him.

“...What?”

“You heard me. Take it. I don’t want it. Do whatever you want with it. Toss it from the rooftop for all I care.”

“You realize this is the only way I’ll ever do anything you say, right?”

“I don’t care. It’s not right to just shock you into submission.”

Bon-Bon piped up: “see? I told you he was different!”

“This is just a play, Bon-Bon. He’ll say that we stole it and ask for an even bigger one.”

Diego’s heart nearly shattered into a million pieces. He was already quite the idealist, quite the bleeding heart, so this was entirely… heart-wrenching for him to hear.

“It’s not. Here,” Diego stated as he pulled out a sticky note-pad. He quickly scribbled a short message on it, “read it.”

Taking the note, Freddy read it out loud:

“I, Diego Vázquez, do not want this or any other electrical compliance device used on Funtime Freddy or Bon-Bon.”

Did he even have the authority to say that? This had to have just been some symbolic ploy at Freddy’s trust. It’d be broken, in due time. It always was. He took the note anyways, and the taser he simply held in his hand. He could turn this on Diego. He could make him feel as hurt as he did.

Yet he wasn’t heartless. He was not as evil and as uncaring as he’d like to think he was. It would be unjustifiable to use this on Diego. He simply put the taser back on Diego’s desk and got up. “Keep it. I don’t need your pity.”

“Freddy.”

He began to walk out of the room.

“Freddy?”

He stopped. Bon-Bon seemed to have told him to do so, in their sort of shared circuitry.

“What?”

Bon-Bon tried to assuage his concerns.

“Freddy…”

Diego got up and moved to him. Diego was five-eight to Freddy’s cool six-foot, not counting his hat.

He gave Freddy a tight hug, just rubbing the bear’s back.

“What… are you doing?”

“A hug, Freddy. You’ve been hugged before, right?”

“By children. Maybe a few parents.”

“And by employees?”

A pause. That was all Diego needed to hear, or rather, what he needed to not hear. Freddy didn’t try to return the hug, though, Bon-Bon did. Popping off of Freddy’s hand, he clinged to Diego’s shirt. “Even if he won’t say it, we are appreciative! We just aren’t used to being treated like people, Diego!”

“I guessed as much, Bon-Bon. It’s okay. You don’t have to trust me. You don’t have to love me. You don’t even have to like me. Just know that I won’t hurt you, okay?”

“I know you won’t Diego!”

Freddy remained silent. He just closed his eyes, daring to let himself feel okay for once.

Maybe he could allow himself the gall to dare to dream of a brighter future. He’d hate himself, however, if he opened his eyes to see Funtime Foxy, Ballora, and their caretakers watching from the entrance. Rock snuck a picture.

This, this was worth its weight in gold.

Eventually, the hug came to an end. Eventually. The three took their sweet time in pulling away from each other. 

“Are you okay, Freddy?”

The bear raised a hand and put it over Diego’s mouth, not intending to harm him, just keep him quiet. He was deep in the chambers of his mind, remembering everything. He remembers the first day he performed, the first day any of them performed: the eighth of December, 1986. It was a frigid Monday in Utah when the pizzeria had opened, and an even more frigid reception. They were state-of-the-art, sure, but the Fazbear Murders hadn’t exactly had time to fade from the public memory. He remembered his original purpose well: to murder children. That’s something he actually hated, despite his crass jokes about the subject. Though all the Funtimes had at least been complicit in murder, Funtime Freddy had actually taken a life himself. Circus Baby had too, or at least, had held a child until William was able to extract and finish the job himself.

He hated those memories.

But now? He could remember. He felt safe around Diego, in a strange way. Perhaps it was the man’s willingness to hand over the one weapon he had against him. Maybe it was the constant propaganda being pushed into him by Bon-Bon. Maybe it was something else entirely, but at any rate, he felt safe enough to remember.

Maybe he’d tell Diego one day. But that day was not today. He still wanted to be seen as a jerkass bear, at least, for a few days longer. 

He hated being seen as a mushy softy.

Diego could only stand there, noticing the others watching. He gave them a gentle wave, signaling with non-verbal cues that he had no idea what Freddy was doing. They seemed supportive, though. 

Diego held Bon-Bon in his hands, cradling him as if he were a baby of some sort. After a few more eternities of this, Funtime Freddy opened his eyes.

“This doesn’t leave this room.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

That was the truth. He wouldn’t tell anyone, they had all already seen it. Even Baby had stopped by to examine why four people were all gazing into Funtime Freddy’s area without calling for paramedics.

The group scampered once Funtime Freddy opened his eyes, though. Best not to be caught interrupting an intimate moment. 

Sooner, rather than later, it had turned into two o’clock. Just four and a half more hours and the day would be over: a rather unusually productive first day in the history of Circus Baby’s pizzeria. 

The two had decided to take a walk: this was the mid-day slump, when no one really came. Mornings and evenings are usually their busiest times on weekdays, though, Monday as a whole was a rather slump-y day. Not many people, apparently, celebrated on the first day of the business week.

Funtime Freddy and Diego walked about the area, Freddy himself taking a more active role. He was telling Diego about the history of the pizzeria, even what it used to look like before it was all extensively remodeled. 

“Huh. You know, I always thought the wall in the auditorium looked a little weird, but I had no idea this entire floor was something else.”

“The crews did an alright job. I don’t like how boxy the rooms are, but it’s efficient I guess.”

“I would guess so. Oh! Hi Sam!”

There she was: the manager extraordinaire, staring at the two of them as if she had seen a ghost.

“Is… is everything okay?”

“Am I going crazy, or is Funtime Freddy actually being nice to you?”

In response to that heinous accusation, Freddy (gently) elbowed Diego.

“It was nice while it lasted,” Diego chuckled. 

“Freddy, are you going to try and run Diego out of a job?”

Bon-Bon actually responded, Freddy more than happy to let him handle the softer side of the emotional spectrum: “maybe he’ll stay for a whole three months!”

“I think I’d like to stay longer.”

“Ah, excellent! Now, Freddy, do you mind if Diego and myself have a private conversation?”

“Not at all, Sam! I was getting tired of talking to this meat bag anyways!”

With that, he was off. Back to his usual, slightly unhinged, self.

“What on Earth have you done to make him not threaten your life, Diego?”

“Well, he still does, but it’s more playful. I think.”

“I’ll take that over the serious threats he’s made. What did you do to him?”

“I didn’t shock him.”

“Really? That’s it?”

“Apparently, when you treat people like people, they’re much more behaved.”

“Alright. Just… don’t be scared to use it, if you really have to. Sometimes he gets so riled up not even Bon-Bon can calm him down.”

“I’ll take my chances. Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d like it removed from my office. I read the protocol: it only states we need to have one available on request rather than in our offices, and I think he’d do better with it gone. I don’t want it near me, anyways. It just seems cruel.”

“It’s a sad fact that it is sometimes necessary. I don’t want it overused, but it's better than letting them kill. But, alright. Just turn it into my office and I’ll keep it on reserve for you.”

“Thanks, Sam. I think I’m really getting through to him. Oh, also, question. Can they eat?”

“They can, actually! They have a false digestive system. It’s a little too complex for you to work on for, probably your first week or two, but I do think you’ll eventually get trained on it. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. I might wanna share a slice of pizza with him or something.”

“Oh! Speaking of, if you’d like you could take your lunch whenever you want. I don’t think I managed to tell you that, but, we don’t really have a set schedule - what with all the chaos of there being children here almost constantly.”

“That’d be nice!”

“Employees eat free! Our way of saying ‘thank you.’ And for you especially. Here, let’s walk,” Sam stated as she led Diego towards the break room, “I honestly thought Freddy would run you out before the day ended. Forgive me, but you're not the most imposing person. I wanted to pair Rock with Freddy, but he already had a manager at the time. They turned out to be amazing with Foxy, so, I suppose it was all fine in the end. Janice’s been here the longest, and, I can’t imagine separating her and Ballora. She’s gone through a lot in her life, I’m sure she’ll tell you about it. But as for you, well, as I said you’ll have to forgive me. I suppose looks are deceiving though. What did you say you were majoring in? I know you’re a college kid.”

“Psychology! I’m doing a minor in linguistics.”

“How’re you handling classes with a full-time job?”

“The classes are online, and if I’m honest, I like the time this job lets me have for them.”

“Smart thinking. You know, if you did get run out by him, I would’ve offered you the position of being Circus Baby’s manager. She’s been without one for two months now, but, in truth she doesn’t really need one. She’s always been very quiet and behaved, it was Freddy that needed one the most.”

“Bon-Bon seems to keep him in-line.”

“You’d think but, like I said, sometimes he just gets so antsy it’s horrifying. That’s the time when we have to shock him.”

“Do we have any idea what causes it?”

“I only wish we did. I think it’s some sort of deep-seated programming bug.”

“Hopefully I don’t see that.”

“Ah, but you might. Well, anyways, I think you probably have the best shot of either preventing that, or, getting him down from there. He usually enters that mode when one of his evaluations is coming up, that’s a full-body maintenance routine. It’s done every few months, just to keep them active and safe.” 

“I see. Weird, then. But, hey, I think he’ll be fine. My first day and I’m already connecting with him, I’m really liking it.”

“It’s nothing short of miraculous, what you’ve done here. We’ll just have to see if this holds or not: but I feel confident in saying that it will.”

The two were in the canteen by now, each taking some pizza. Might as well, since that was basically what everyone here lived off of. That and burgers, fries, and every other greasy food imaginable. They had healthy options, for sure, but most defaulted to the greasy goodness of the prepared food here. The healthy options probably weren’t actually FDA-approved for human consumption, either. They always had a weird smell to them.

“Can the animatronics eat with us?”

“In theory. In practice they either never have the appetite, or, don’t really want to.”

The two ate their pizza all while making the usual workplace small-talk.

“So, how long have you been here?”

“Six years. I started in 2016, actually, it’s kind of a funny story. I took this job on a dare. You know all the rumors about this company, and my friends are all true crime enthusiasts. Some of them are actually on the police force.”

“I imagine they’re sick and tired of all the prank calls this place gets, though.”

“Not as much as you’d think, actually. Especially with that Mega Pizzaplex now, you ever been?”

“Just once, to check it out. It’s… shockingly big. Especially for a town that doesn’t have that many people, I’m sure you could fit all of us into it with room to spare.”

“Hah! That’s what I’m saying. But it gets tourists here, so, who really cares at the end of the day? Certainly not the mayor.”

“So, what do we get? The Pizzaplex seems like they get all the fancy toys and funding.”

“You’d be right on that. We get… whatever’s left behind, actually. The budget’s really weird, but I won’t bore you with management deets.”

“Well, hey, if you have the will then I have the time,” Diego stated. He was rather interested in the finer details of management - call it his love of gossip, but he wanted to know how things worked ‘behind the curtains,’ as it were.

“You really are something special now, aren’t you? Alright, well, since you are working here I’ll let you in on it. So our budget is actually delivered on a ‘first-come first-serve’ basis. Means we have to fight against each other if we want anything.”

“Damn.”

“Damn is right. Pizzaplex has the larger staff so they, by default, get most of the money. We mostly sustain ourselves through our sales.”

“Would not have guessed that, hm. It just seems so unfair, I mean, this place might not be half as big as the Pizzaplex but we’re still here. And we’ve been around longer than… most of the Fazbear chain restaurants, actually. How haven’t we burned down yet?”

“A question I ask myself every single day I’m here,” Samantha stated while giggling. Honestly, it was miraculous all by itself that the place wasn’t in utter shambles at the end of every day.

The two had finished their lunch and were back up to the first floor. Diego found himself back in his office, having given Samantha the taser for safe-keeping. The time on Diego’s desktop read two-forty-five, with the first few children trickling in for Freddy’s three-o-clock show. 

It was rather uneventful, all things considered. Just a repeat of the earlier show, although with the names obviously replaced during the birthday song. How Freddy hadn’t gone mad from just doing this for three-and-a-half decades was entirely beyond the caretaker.

The show came and went, and the cleanup was frantic. Then came the five to six show, and with that, the day was over. It had all been a rather uneventful evening: Diego was mostly cooped up in his office replying to emails and finishing up some virtual trainings when he wasn’t taking stabs at his coursework. The time was six-fifteen, and his shift was over. Janice stepped into the auditorium, waving to Diego.

“Your first day is done, congratulations! How’d it go?”

“You know, I think it went pretty well. I think I got through to Freddy, so, I’m counting this as the most successful first day in the history of first days.”

She looked around, to make sure Freddy couldn’t hear. He was currently being looked over by maintenance personnel, throwing his usual fuss as Bon-Bon tried to calm him.

“That hug you two had was adorable! I don’t think I’ve ever seen him be so calm.”

“I surprised myself with that, actually. I think it was really Bon-Bon’s doing, without him I really do not think that would’ve ever happened.”

As if on cue, a gentler voice cut through them: “it was, as always, a pleasure to see. It’s rare to see such a careful personality get along with Freddy’s by any metric,” a line uttered by of course none-other than Ballora.

“Ballora! You two really do go together very well.”

“We could say the same for you and Freddy,” Ballora replied. In all truth, she was not at all wrong to say that. 

The day had come to a close, and now it was just a quick little post-first-day debriefing with everyone. Rock and Foxy had made their way into the auditorium, and Samantha wasn’t very far behind. Everyone took a seat at the tables, the animatronics included, as they all went over the day’s sales and such. Diego and Freddy were mostly quiet, just observing the others do it - Diego mostly for the sake of learning, Freddy for the sake of not liking to speak at these things. He wasn’t in this for the money, but, well it was his life’s purpose now wasn’t it?

The entire time, Diego had a very affectionate Bon-Bon resting a paw on his shoulder. Freddy seemed mostly okay with this. Mostly. He still didn’t exactly trust Diego, but he might see how Bon-Bon would. That rabbit was always too trusting, too eager to see the good in people even if it was just a façade. That had gotten them hurt a few times, but Bon-Bon seemed relentless in his optimism.

The meeting had drawn to a close, and Diego bid Funtime Freddy and Bon-Bon a very simple goodbye. He couldn’t wait to start his second day at the job, and quite frankly, Freddy might admit to himself, and only himself, that he would be counting the hours until Diego returned at six am. He would certainly have a nice little chat with the other animatronics about Diego, how sweet and incorrigible he was. How utterly, painfully, incorrigible he was. That’s what the animatronics liked to do, at night anyways.

They enjoyed their gossip. That’s how they bonded and passed the time as they waited for morning: night was a place of being worked on and being left alone. None of them particularly enjoyed the sensation of being left alone, or even of the man-handling the nightly maintenance crew were known for, but that was the simple fact of it. 

Freddy watched as Diego exited the building, got into his car, and left.

What a weirdly beautiful day it was.

[cygnetofthesea]

The Rest of Forever: Elite Fanfiction

This story is dedicated to the wonderful ladies I met through the tumblr Elite chat. You guys are so lovely and have made the experience all the better. I hope this story is a nice reminder of who Guznadia is at heart. <3

He's warm and content, oh so utterly at peace.

It was an unfamiliar sensation and for a moment he was confused, wondering if he had woken up into another dream. But feeling the heat of her body tucked tightly against him, Guzman knows that by some miracle, this was his reality.

His heart fills with this quiet elation, smiling sleepily while pulling Nadia even closer against him, her back pressing against him. He nuzzles against the loose curls until his lips touch the soft skin of her neck. He inhales deeply and is filled with that familiar lavender scent.

He remembers when he first walked into her parents' fruit shop and was hit with a gust of lavender. He smelled it every time he visited and every time he was around Nadia. He had finally asked her about it one day as he held her in his arms. He was still pining and waiting for her to take their friendship to the next level but he reveled in her touch as always, tucking his face into her neck.

"You smell so good. You always smell so good," he said, his voice coming out in a low rasp. He felt her shiver against him, her arms tightening just slightly. "What is it?"

She started to pull away and his grip around her waist tightened to let her know he wasn't ready to let go yet. She complied and simply pulled her head back to look at him with an amused smile.

"It's lavender. When my parents first opened up the shop they were having problems with insects buzzing around the fruits so I went out and planted a bunch of lavenders around the shop and house. They keep the insects away, protecting the fruits."

He beamed down at her, a flash of little Nadia kneeling on the ground, hands muddy with soil as she planted flowers. "How old were you?"

She scrunched her nose thoughtfully. "Hmmm, about six, I think? I was already getting myself dirty, playing outside so I had no problems planting flowers. I felt like they were my children," she admitted with a blush.

Oh god, he thought, watching her cheeks turn a tantalizing rosy color. He wanted to feel the heat beneath her cheek, he wanted to feel it on his skin. His heart raced and before he could stop himself, he let his fingers brush gently, tentatively, against her heat. He wanted to close his eyes and bask in her touch but he was riveted by her dark eyes looking at him. They were so intense, piercing his soul and he felt so exposed to her. He knew what she was seeing, his heart laid out for hers to take, but it didn't make him afraid. He felt powerful every time she looked at him because it was her gaze that was on him. Somehow, some way, he was able to draw her attention to him enough to keep her eyes on him. Somehow this wonderful, beautiful, special girl was sparing her time and energy for him of all people.

He had so desperately wanted to kiss her then, his lips tingling. He had wanted to simultaneously sip on her languidly and devour her hungrily. That was what she did to him. She calmed him like the sun peeking out from behind stormy clouds and made his blood heat like the storm itself.

He had never felt like this in his entire life and he was addicted. He didn’t need drugs when he had Nadia.

Even now as he gripped her sleeping body against him, slowly kissed up her neck, he couldn't believe she was here. He couldn’t believe she was his as much as he was hers

He feels her shift, waking up at last. "Good morning," he mumbles against her.

He sees her smile, her eyes slowly opening to peer over at him. She looks at him sleepily, her hands finding his own resting on her stomach.

"Good morning."

Her voice is  rough from sleep and it pulls at his heart. For the umpteenth time, he thinks God, she's so beautiful.  

He leans over her as she shifts around to face him and kisses her. He's soft at first, kissing her top lip, then her bottom lip before pulling it with his teeth. He can't help but nibble on the soft fullness, letting himself get lost in the reality that they really are together. Reunited and this time, for good.

"Are you really here?" he asks quietly in between kisses.

She melts against the sheets, pulling him closer atop her. "I should be asking you that," she sighs. "I can't believe you're finally here. With me. In New York."

She kisses him passionately then as though the words woke her up from her own dream. He spreads his hands wide against her bare skin, pressing against the softness.

"Nadia," he breathes, sliding his lips against her jaw, down her neck, pulling her skin as he goes.

Her fingers thread through his short hair as she arches her neck back under his ardent attention. He lifts her higher up on the bed, the headboard knocking against the wall with the movement.

 "Guzman—"

A loud bang on the wall pulls them from their bubble and Lu's voice interrupts them, "Oi! I had to listen to you last night and sleep with headphones on, I'm not putting up with it for breakfast."

Guzman knocks on the wall once. "You can always go out for breakfast, you know," he scolds.

Lu shouts back a retort he couldn’t understand nor cared to.

Nadia shrinks further into the bed in embarrassment even though her door was firmly closed and locked. Guzman's ire at the disruption is eclipsed by the affection that washes over him as he looks down at her. She had covered her face shyly but he could see a hint of her smile.

He settles over her comfortably, taking care not to crush her and resting his elbows on either side of her. His hands travel up her forearm to her hands, pulling them from her face and before he can protest, he attacks her face with kisses.

"Guzman," Nadia squeals, trying to dodge his lips as a peel of laughter escapes her.

She twists her body to move her head out of reach but Guzman switches to kissing her neck and shoulders while tickling her sides. Nadia hikes her leg up to wrap around his hip and uses it to leverage herself on top of him. In a surprising twist, Nadia flips Guzman on his back and holds his wrists prisoner.

He looks at her in astonishment, out of breath, before a slow grin spreads across his face. "Well, I can't complain about this turn of events. I don't mind being at your mercy."

 He swallows as Nadia leans closer to brush her nose against his. "We'll be at Lu's mercy if we don't behave."

His face crumples in displeasure at that. "That's not where I was hoping this was going."

Nadia shakes her head with a giggle, her soft curls brushing against him and he can't help leaning into them, enjoying their soft brushes against his skin. She releases his wrists to rest firmly over him and his hands immediately reach for her, gliding them softly up and down her back.

“I know, my impatient boy, but as long as I'm— we're —living with Lu, we should be mindful of our roommate, no?"

"Ugh, we really need our own place."

Nadia smiles softly at that, caressing his cheek. "That sounds lovely, but let's wait a little bit. I don't want to leave Lu alone when we haven't even been here a whole year."

"Lu will be fine," he replies. "She's pretty resourceful."

"I know that, but I think she's come to appreciate my presence, maybe even needs it," Nadia frowns. "You know she puts on a good brave face, but underneath it all she's still burdened by what happened. She's still scared of being on her own in this brand new place."

Guzman brushes a lock of Nadia's hair behind her ear, his demeanor softening as he looks at her. He knew she was right and even though he wanted nothing more than to have a home with just Nadia, he wasn't going to take this for granted. If being with Nadia, living with her, and starting a life with her at long last meant Lu was going to be a fixture in their lives for a little while, he'd go along with it happily.

"You're right," he agrees softly. "And you’re possibly too kind and thoughtful than anyone deserves. Especially Lu."

Nadia sits up, pulling Guzman up with her. "Maybe you're right," she shrugs, putting on a maxi dress as Guzman woefully looks on. Much as he wants to stay in bed with Nadia, he knows they have to face the day at some point. "But, it's the right thing to do. And against my better judgement, I feel for her."

Guzman walks over to her, slipping on his boxer briefs as he goes. Instinctively, he zips up her dress before she can ask and pulls her close. She smiles in thanks, looking up at him.

"I love you," he says. "So much."

 She leans up to kiss his nose. "I love you."

 "So much?"

 She giggles, nodding. "So much."

 His body relaxes, his heart feeling so full he thinks it just might burst. I love you, I love you, I love you… Every heartbeat is for her and he feels as though he'll never tire of telling her just how much he loves her.

"Now why don't we make the most of this beautiful day together?" she says with excitement, her eyes lighting up. "What do you want to do first? We can pick up breakfast from Pret A Manger and take it to Riverside Park. I go there all the time and I've been dying to show you. It's so beautiful and there's a gorgeous view of the water. And then we can take Citibikes around the area or—oh! We can take the NJ Transit and go to New Jersey if you like." She bites her lower lip thoughtfully and he wants to pull it between his teeth instead but she continues to ramble excitedly. "Actually maybe we'll do the New Jersey trip another time, you haven't even seen New York yet. Maybe we can take the bikes down to Battery Park unless you want to try out the trains—"

He could listen to her excited chatter all day but he was concerned she was going to run out of oxygen soon so he leans in and kisses her just long enough to stun her into silence. He pulls away, smiling in amusement.

"Nadia, it doesn’t matter what we do. We could do it all or none of it today because the important thing is we're here. Together. You and me, we have the rest of our lives to do it all."

Nadia looks up at him, her eyes wide and sparkling. She reaches up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and again, he gets that lovely whiff of lavender from her. He leans into her to inhale more of it, letting it wash over him. Home.  

 "You're right," she says. "You and me. We have the rest of forever together."

[torchwoodfanfests]

Torchwood Bingo 2020 Masterpost

The masterpost is here - browse through every work submitted to the 2020 Torchwood Bingo Fest! You can also find most of the fanfiction in our AO3 Collection. Thank you to everyone who took part in out first ever fest. Your response blew us away; we had a total of 172 fanworks from 32 wonderful participants. Hope you all had a good time, and congratulations to everyone who got bingo!

If one of your works should be on this post but isn’t, please let us know and we’ll add it ASAP.

@shejustcalledmeafish

FANFICTION

To Love a Harkness

Coffee/Coffee Shop

Let’s Do the Time Warp Again

Time Loop, Black and White, Friendship, Secrets

Wrong Face, Wrong Time

Twelve/Frobisher confusion

Kiss, Bang

Bullet wounds

A Soul in Twain

Andy Davidson, Lois Habiba

Just the Messenger

Time Travel, Tarot Girl

Golden Days

Gold

Out of Order

Torchwood One, Prequel/Set Before Canon

Kiss of a Viper

Dancing, Betrayal

I’ve Got a Fascination (With Your Presentation)

Grooming/Bathing, Genderbend

World and Enough Time (Stories From the Loop)

Accidental Marriage, Cold/Warm, Bed Sharing, Plants/Vegetables

Commissioned

Human Monsters

Technician, Free Thyself

Timelord AU

Never Has He Ever

The Hub Goes On Lockdown

@princess-of-the-worlds

FANFICTION

Moments in Grayscale (and Eternity in Colour)

Anniversary, Cultural Differences, Immortality, Gifts, Water, Boeshane

i would’ve followed all the way, no matter how far

Psychic Power/Telepathy, Benign Alien Visitors, Canon-Compliant

silver lining

Fake Dating/Fake Marriage

found you made us in a star

Friendship

sing me like a choir

Kink/Sex Talk/Innuendo

the world is at my feet (i am standing on the ceiling)

Secrets, Torchwood One, Under the Influence (Alcohol, Drugs, Alien Pheromones, etc)

perfect premiere

Red, Pink

@torchwoodbutmostlyowen​

POETRY

Photographs filled with Lense Flares

Rhys POV

@toshsato

FANFICTION

I Don’t Even Know What I’m Doing Tonight

Rarepair

the night-time is the hardest

Bisexuality, Friendship, Healing

I ain’t letting go

Music, Benign Alien Visitors, Dancing, Werewolves and/or Vampires

GIFSETS

Martha Jones

The Resurrection Gauntlet

Backstory, Camping

@iianto-jones

FANFICTION

On Family

Bullet Wounds, Domesticity, Immortality

Our Worlds Move On

Friendship

How Much of It You’ve Got Left

Interspecies Romance

@dinodina

FANFICTION

In Which Ianto May or May Not Be Fully Human

Domesticity, Meet the Family, Canon Character is an Alien AU, Interspecies Romance, Betrayal, Cold/Warm, CoE Fix-It, Mission-Related Trip, Myfanwy

Rosy-Fingered Dawn Flipped the Page of Life

Healing, Flat Holm, DW Companion, Crossover, Rarepair, Under the Influence, Amnesia, The Year That Never Was, Original Character

@aellesiym

ART

Canon Character is an Alien AU

Mary, Canon Divergent AU

Domesticity, Based on a Song of Your Choice

Werewolves and/or Vampires

@cxptained + @agent-harkness

FANFICTION

Burn Me

Immortality

Inside My Mind (Trying To Get Things Right)

Disability

@ultraviolet-eucatastrophe

FANFICTION

You’re gonna heal over (someday)

Doctor’s Orders, Hurt/Comfort, DW Companion Cameo

Take it on trust

UNIT

All some children do is work

Kids

By the green you shall know us

Con-man/Grifter, Green

Keep holding on

Team Bonding

Half-lives

Past Canonical Character Death

A place to start from

Torchwood One

But the blues are still blue

Big Finish Audio or TW Novel Tag/AU, Food, Curtain Fic/Ordinary Everyday Situations and Chores

@agent-sato

FANFICTION

I Know Not Everybody (Has A Body Like You)

Genderbend, Team Bonding, Hurt/Comfort, John Hart, Pining

Off The Grid

Harriet Jones/Mickey Smith

Imposters Among Us

Rhys POV, Human Monsters, Doctor’s Orders, Canon Character is an Alien AU, Under the Influence

@moonlightrhosyn

FANFICTION

For I Chose the World’s Sad Roses

Plants/Vegetables, Therapy

An Exile on Lemnos’ City Streets

Mary

My Favourite Kind of Rain

Gold

The Cordiality of Death, with his Metallic Grin

Canon Character is an Alien AU

@currently-very-asleep

FANFICTION

Ianto’s Funeral

Meet the Family, Dead

@captainawesome242

FANFICTION

It’s the Taking Part That Counts (but the winning is great too!)

Water, Fake Dating

If You Should Fall Upon Hard Times, If You Should Lose Your Way

Mental Health

Who Wants to Live Forever

Immortality

You’re the Better Half of Me (you’re the only half I need)  

Mickey Smith, The Year That Never Was, Weddings, Family

Meet the Family

Public Displays of Affection, Kids, Confessions

@golyadkin

ART

Dancing

Meet the Family

Werewolves and/or Vampires

FANFICTION

What Comes Next

CoE Fix-It AU

@amlaich

ART

Harriet Jones/Mickey Smith

Under the influence

Martha Jones, AU/Canon Divergence

Immortality

@thirteeninafez

FANFICTION

Lost in Translation

Handcuffs

Porcelain Penguins and Other Such Knick-Knacks

Canon Character is an Alien AU

@asarahworld-writes

FANFICTION

hen night

Under the Influence

Gafr Siafft

Kids

@searching-for-arcadia

ART

Genderbend, Dancing

first, you must be buried (to understand light)

Canon Divergent AU, Mission-Related Trip, Exercise

Plants/Vegetables

Bullet Wounds

Ianto’s Criminal Past

The Hub Goes on Lockdown

@horselover107

FANFICTION

Team Tardis

Secrets

Date Night

The Child

Kids, Alternate Universe

Missing

Missing, Nosy Coworkers, Friendship, Future!Fic

Sibling Rivalry

Family

PLAYLISTS

Broken

Mental Health

Coffee: A Janto Mix

Coffee/Coffee Shop

@chandelle13

FANFICTION

Resurrection of the lost

Torchwood 4

Some secrets

Team Tardis, Family and Domesticity

With some help

Character Do-Over, DW Companion Cameo, Canon Divergent AU

Surprise!

Pets, Big Finish Audio or TW Novel Tag/AU

Once a year

Friendship, Curtain Fic, Blue, Comfort

Expect the unexpected

Anniversary, Doctor’s Orders, Date Night, Hurt/Comfort, Boeshane, Missing, Prequel/Before Canon

Things change

Bilis Manger, Canon Divergent AU

Annoyance

Gwen has some of Gwyneth’s powers

Unexpected Events

Pink, Fake dating/Fake Marriage, Undercover/Disguise

@my-random-fandoms

FANFICTION

The Animals Always Know

Pets

The Devil and the Time Traveler

Rarepair

EDITS

Weevils

@mathemagician7

FANFICTION

Returning to Torchwood

Old Friends, Big Finish Audio Tag

Physical Therapy

Therapy

Haunted By You

The Ghost Machine

To The Letter

Clothes, Gifts

ART

Almost Perfect

Genderbend

Mary

@itneveroccurredtomeatall

FANFICTION

Undercover On The Bachelorette

Undercover/Disguise

Black and White

Black and White

Missing

Sabbatical

Future!Fic

Pollen

Sex Pollen

@garknessandbones

COMICS

Domesticity, Secrets

Dreams, Music

@celstese​

PLAYLISTS

Heartache and Pain Tracklist

Diary, Betrayal, Friendship

A Different Doctor (Time Lord Owen AU Tracklist)

Music, Timelord AU, Prequel/Set Before Canon, The Year That Never Was

FANFICTION

Congratulations its a doctor!

Character(s) of Your Choice is/are Trans

Gwen and Rhys garden

Plants/Vegetables, Domesticity

Gwen Cooper gets her groove back

De-Aging/Aging Up, Date Night, Old Friends/Chance Meetings

ART

Clothes/Outfit

Fantasy, Undercover/Disguise

Grooming/Bathing

Bisexuality

@agent-jones​

EDITS

Holiday Celebration

Domesticity

Family

Martha Jones/DW Companion Cameo

Rhys POV

Exposed (NSFW)

Human Monsters/Suzie Costello

Amnesia

Old Friends

Stars

Camping

Torchwood One

@i-really-should-be-writing​

FANFICTION

Surrender my everything

Immortality, Based on a Song of Your Choice

Always With You

Psychic Powers/Telepathy

Lights in the Darkness

Hurt/Comfort, Family

@toshsatos

FANFICTION

poenitentia

Alternate Realities, Interspecies Romance

shining, she was, like moonlight

Anwen, CoE Fix-It AU

roughneck

Undercover/Disguise, Benign Alien Visitors

ART

Timelord AU

Crossover of Your Choice

@samantharyderthelionqueen

FANFICTION

Barbecue

Cooking, Interspecies Relationship

On Romance

Big Finish Audio or TW Novel Tag/AU

Sam’s Vision

Future!Fic, Psychic Powers/Telepathy

Serves You Right

Bullet Wounds

Skeleton-Knapper

Kidnapping

Slow Tango in Saint Lucia

Dancing

The Perfect Present(s)

Gifts

We Catch Aliens

Crossover of your Choice

What Families Do

Authority

ART

“Aunt Mei! Mama and Daddy are being gross again!”

Public Displays of Affection

Lust Flower

Sex Pollen

Myfanwy is Trans!

Myfanwy

“This Time I Won’t Let Go…”

Boeshane, Episode Tag/Missing Scene

Torchwood Said Nonbinary Rights!

Genderbend

Torchwood vs UNIT

UNIT

MOODBOARDS

“FRIENDS” moodboard

Friendship, Based on a Song of Your Choice

Janto blue moodboard

Blue

Towen black & white moodboard

Black and White

@this-is-quite-homoerotic

FANFICTION

Joke’s On Me

Anger

I’m holding tight cause it feels alright, my love, when I’m with you

Cold/Warm, Vegetables

Don’t You Know You’ve Haunted Me For Years:

Gwen has some of Gwyneth’s powers, Gifts, Bisexuality

You Got Me On Edge (Any Minute I Might Jump):

Exercise, Rarepair, Cultural Differences

EDITS AND MOODBOARDS

Blue, Gold

Black and White, Gold

Prequel/Set Before Canon

Clothes/Outfit

EDIT AND PLAYLIST

The Bad Old Days

Music

@hotchocolatedictator​

FANFICTION

Little Green Men From Mars

Green

@violetmessages

FANFICTION

Sustenance

Plants/Vegetables

Clairvoyancy

Canon Character is an Alien AU, The Doctor Meets the Team

Tales from the Filing Cabinet

Mission Related Trip, Flat Holm

the hands on the clock keep ticking

De-Ageing/Ageing Up

[igotbellarkeforthat]

Tagged by these beauties--> @immortalpramheda @bookwormforalways and @infp-with-all-the-feelings  ❤❤❤

Mini-Playlist: The albums Let It Snow, Baby... Let It Reindeer by Relient K and That's Christmas To Me by Pentatonix 🎅🌲

Last song: Silent Night/Away in a Manger by Relient K

Last movie: I watched Midnight at the Magnolia on Netflix last night hoping for a cheesy Christmas movie. It was definitely cheesy, but more a New Years movie than a Christmas movie.

Currently watching: Cheesy Christmas movies and One Tree Hill with Jo and Care 😁

EDIT: And starting Dash and Lily because Care just recommended it to me. 😅

Currently reading: Bellarke fanfiction! And I'm about to start my annual reading/listening of A Christmas Carol.

Currently craving: Iced coffee. Think I'll go finish mine from this morning. 🧋

No pressure tags/ sending love: @bellamysgriffinprincess @bellamyblakru @natassakar @together-is-my-favourite-place @wonderingwhyy @geekyogicheese and anyone who wants to participate! 😊

[xenophanatic]

A Bronte’s Pakistani Drama - Ishq Zahe Naseeb

I feel like most Pakistani dramas have a timeless quality about them, or more accurately, they feel like the live action versions of 19th cent. literature. This is due to the fact that the culture is quite conservative and the constant marriage plots relying either on cousin marriages or class differences. My new obsession is of a Pakistani drama that feels like a story Charlotte Bronte would have concocted herself. Ishq Zahe Naseeb...

The female protagonist is Gauhar, poor but happy and bubbly girl, who thrust into a adulthood when her family finds out about her secret relationship with Kashif. In order to pay a debt that Gauhar’s dad has taken from his brother-in-law, his sister proposes that the pretty Gauhar marry her son. The family accepts. Gauhar and Kashif plan to elope until on the day that both are to meet, they both separately decide not to come. It is a beautiful scene and moment in the drama. Both are headed to the rendezvous point. Kashif thinks about his sisters, who also need to get married and his responsibility as the man of the house. Gauhar thinks about the shame she will bring to the family and how the act will destroy her sister’s upcoming nuptials. Both decide to return to their homes and responsibilities, neither knowing that the other also didn’t come. Kashif tries to get money for his sister’s wedding and Gauhar is engaged to her cousin. This is where the two separate and enter into their own personal journey and stories. 

Kashif begins a new job to support his family. There we meet his boss; who is incredible rude and arrogant behind her desk. However, she moves back and it is shown that she uses a wheelchair. All the members of the office dislike her, as she fires all the mangers and is difficult to work with. However, in recent episodes, her father tells Kashif that she wasn’t always like this. She had a fiancee who left her after she lost her ability to walk. Since then, she refused to be seen weak and hates to be pitied. I really like Donia and hope her and Kashif end up together. I am here for them! This storyline isn’t Bronte-esq; maybe more Austen, if anything. 

Now for what we’ve been waiting for...

With Gauhar’s married sister no longer bringing a pay-cheque to the family, Gauhar is to take her place before she gets married too. She finds a job as a governess to a wealthy man’s sick step-mother. See where this is going...

Sameer is rude and indifferent, and his step mother is the same. When Gauhar enters the mansion, she is given a briefing on the family and their rules. Sameer, as a child, was raised by his step-mother, who Gauhar assumed to be his birth mother. Gauhar is told that no one speaks about Sameer’s birth mother as his step-mother forbids it. She is also told that, in the evenings, Sameer goes to his room and is not to be disturbed until morning. Even his food is left outside the door - if he wants it, he’ll take it. Gauhar is told she is not to make any noise after he goes to his room. The servant whisper when he returns home. She is also forbidden to go into the basement. So many secrets, forbidden rooms, and rules. The house itself looks like a mansion from a Gothic tale. 

If you see in to top centre, that is the butler looking down at her when she enters the house for the first time as the OST plays creepily. What’s his deal? Does he know the secret?

There is also a scene where Sameer’s step-mother’s health is getting worse and they need to take her to the hospital, but it is after dark and they need Sameer’s permission. Gauhar - against the advice of everybody - decides to go to his room and ask him. She is literally (in the 21st cent) holding a lantern as she runs through the halls of this mansion as lighting strikes outside due to the storm.

How much Gothic can you get.... maybe a candlestick, but still. 

He doesn’t open the door by the way, and Gauhar decides to take step-mother to the hospital anyway. Gauhar is told later that Sameer was in love and engaged to a girl named Zoya, who died mysteriously after she came into see Sameer after dark. Gauhar is shocked that he wouldn’t see Zoya after dark either. 

We get Sameer’s backstory too - while he may be a mystery to Gauhar, he is not for the audience. Sameer was abandoned by his parents when he was a child and was raised by his step-mother and a creepy governess. Sameer has had some traumatic experiences, that are only known to Sameer and his step mother, which has caused him some serious mental disorders. He was also once engaged to a girl called Zoya, who he thought was his cure but Zoya, but died mysteriously after finding out his secret.  

What’s his secret???

Sameera...

Or more accurately, Shakra. She was the governess that step-mother hired to look after him as a child - which mostly consisted of sending him down into the basement. It seems that Sameer has a dissociative identity disorder (DID), where his other personality state is a maniacal version of Shakra named Sameera - not all has been revealed yet. 

May I say though, the actor playing him does a brilliant job!

There is a scene when Zoya heads to his room and sees Sameera for the first time. A jealous Sameera wants to kill the girl who has taken her Sameer from her and tries to choke her. Zoya escapes and runs through the house, followed by a calm Sameera sauntering down the halls. (It is not revealed how Zoya died or whether it was Sameera who killed her.) Zahid Ahmed (the actor) looks so menacing as he saunters down the hall and stays in the character of Sameera. Even when he speaks as Sameera it’s a treat to watch, or that great shot were we see Shakra in the mirror and it is revealed that Sameera is actually in front of it. 

I’m enjoying this show. From previews/promos it seems like Gauhar marries Sameer, out of convenience rather than love, and will find out his secret on their wedding night. 

Okay, here we go. I’m here for Gauhar and broken Sameer. I want them together and Gauhar to accept him/cure him and love him. I want Sameer to explore his childhood trauma, get professional help, be cured, and be happy with Gauhar. 

I want all that... but i think I won’t get any of it. 

It feels like the writers are going to make this a nightmare for Gauhar who has married a ‘crazy man’ and will have to a) divorce him or b) kill him, in order to end up with Kashif - yeah remember him. From the promos, it also looks like that Donia’s ability to walk returns and Kashif will leave her for Gauhar. There is a scene were all four meet and Donia looks like she’s standing (or a lady who looks like her) and there is a scene were Gauhar is arrested and Kashif meets her in prison. NOOOO!

I don’t want that - for my Bronte-esque/Byronic fangirling - but also because it will portray mental health as something evil that needs to be killed. I’m not saying that my romanticising it is any better - that too has it issues. 

However, I am hoping that Ishq Zahe Nazeeb becomes a Bronte-esque romance, as it will then become romantic trash rather than problematic/bad messaging. 

If not... I might have to write a fanfiction, adapting it into a 1847, Victorian fiction. Hehe, I’m already coming up with names. Henry/Henrietta, George/Georgette, Samuel/Samantha... i could keep going...  

If you like this show, let’s talk!

[tuthemurphy]

Making Christmas Perfect

Author’s Note: If you’ve read my chapter story, “A Lucky Kiss”, you will probably know this will be my second Christmas-theme story, and also the last one for the year. I’m posting the full story right here, and if you want to check that out on Fanfiction, here’s a link to it in a one-shot series called “Milo and His Friends”: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13134561/2/Milo-and-His-Friends Enjoy! And Merry Christmas!

I’m suck for the title though :v

It was a snowy day for Danville, but the Christmas spirit wouldn’t stop getting hotter.

And to make money in the holiday, Cavendish found a job as a salesman of a clothing shop. He hoped to get something special to buy for his beloved partner – Dakota.

Well, he was assigned to.

Three minutes ago...

“Sir!” Cavendish spoke to Mr. Block on the temporal transporter behind the curtains of the shop, “Why do you have to assign me to protect the pistachios inside a... clothing shop?”

“Well, isn’t that obvious?” He laughed before saying his reason, “No one would suspect your action when you’re working as a salesman, Kooperdink.”

“It’s Cavendish, sir,” He sighed.

“Whatever! Now listen!” He began to tell the mission, “There’s a pistachio truck which will come to your area in about ten more minutes. And to protect the pistachios, you must take the chance when the driver isn’t paying attention to his truck, take the wheel and bring it back in time to me. Get it?”

“Yes, sir!” He obeyed promptly, “And the sooner I finish this, the sooner I will come back to Dakota for Christmas Eve, right?”

“Depends on how well you’ve finished it,” Block said, “I don’t want you to bring back an empty truck or a disaster. Remember the motto: Don’t let any pistachio fall!” Then he cut off the call.

Cavendish put the temporal transproter inside his pocket, dressed as a salesman and worked.

He was no expert in the job, but the more he had done it, the more interesting the job grew on him. And seeing the happy smile in the customer’s expression, he couldn’t feel happier. For instance...

“Excuse me, sir!” A young girl came upon the old man.

“Yes, young lady. What can I help you?”

“I want that Santa Claus. I want that Santa Claus!” The girl kept repeating those words and pointing to the short, Santa-themed dress which Cavendish in no time had figured out.

“Oh, I see,” Cavendish then gave the girl a lift to where she pointed, “Here, you can get it.”

The girl was really happy to touch to the dress she wanted. Her mother was impressed and also delightful.

“Thanks for the happiness you gave to my daughter,” And the mother sure was a nice person as well, “How much is this cost?”

“9.50 dollars, ma’am,” He announced.

The woman looked inside her pocket. Her expression turned worried, “I’m really sorry. I don’t have an extra dollar.”

And Cavendish probably wouldn’t let a small thing come bigger to the manager. Besides, it’s Christmas, what the heck?

“That’s okay!” He took the money pleasantly, “You can say it’s a Christmas miracle.”

“Well, thank you, sir!” The woman said, then whispering to her daughter “Come on, Anna, thank the man!”

“Thank... you!” The young girl slowly said it, and Cavendish nodded, “You’re welcome.”

And the young mother-daughter left the store temporarily managed by an experienced time traveller.

But... to be honest, they looked kinda familiar to him. The orange hair of the mother reminded him of the girl he knew, and even though they didn’t wear the same hair style, the tone was still very spot-on! And the young mother’s blue eyes as well.

“Maybe I’m just imagining...” He thought.

It was the time he saw a glowing blue light in front of the store. He knew that sign: it meant that there was time travel smell.

And Cavendish had no idea whether he was imagining or the events he saw made so much sense when combining them together.

Meanwhile, Dakota was driving “the outdated lemon” to the clothing shop. He was told by Cavendish in a text message that he would have something surprising for the man, and all he needed to do was driving there.

“I wonder what the surprise would be...” The more Dakota thought about it, the more excited he was.

After an hour of selling all the clothes, and socks, and hats and many more, the target he had been waiting for had finally come.

A pistachio truck parked in front of the shop, almost blocked his entire view to the scene outside. Later, a man who was just about late twenties or early thirties came out from it and walked into the shop.

Cavendish secretly reported to Mr. Block, “Sir! The cat is out of the bag.”

“Good!” He spoke from the microphone on the temporal transporter, which was connected to the small headphones he was wearing, “Now, he will go inside the restroom nearby. And that’s the time you steal the truck and bring it back here, and by here, I mean 2175! Now get going!”

The phone call was cut once again. He then took a look to the shop once more. He saw the driver had a white skin, round eyes and holding a backpack. The young man came in front of him, “Hello, sir!”

“Yes!” He asked an usual question, “What can I help you?”

“I saw this sweater right here,” he pointed to the jacket he wanted. And coincidentally, much to Cavendish’s surprise, it was the same kind the little girl wanted earlier.

The man continued, “And I want to buy it to my daughter.”

Cavendish almost gasped, felt surprised to the point that he had forgotten his mission since when he couldn’t know.

“She’s a perfectionist and you know...” He laughed, “The mother and the daughter.”

“This young adult is talkative,” Cavendish thought., “But he has something very close to me, I can feel it.”

“But... should I take this truck from him?”

The young man continued, “Like something my elders always say, ‘Pleasure from a job isn’t from the skill and the achivement we’ve got. It’s about how much that job means to us and how much it will give to the one we love.’”

That reminded him something though. He had skipped the night with his partner to get this mission done. But while he was doing it, he didn’t realize how much pleasure he had, even though it’s not his main profession. It was simple, but he had got to meet customers, and different backgrounds, and the fun he had with the young girl just then.

And right at that time, it was a young man having a small conversation with him, and made him realize how fun it was to do a job that wasn’t his accomplishment. He made him realize, no matter what you’re doing, a job is all about how it means to us ad how much it will give to the ones we love.

How simple and irony it was! And the young man requested, “Opps, I need to go the toilet for a while. Can you help me pick that up while I’m doing it.”

“Of course!” He said a sentence to assure the man to go the toilet. He could hear a door broken though.

Cavendish was now confused. He had to pick between the truck and the job he had been doing for all these years but didn’t seem to find any fun of it, or the job he had to do for a day but the important thing was everyone happy and he didn’t regret anything.

“Oh...” He thought again, “How could I be so selfish. It’s Christmas and I’ll go with Dakota.”

And the mic spoke to him, “Cavendish! Grab that truck!”

He didn’t reply though, “Hello? Cavendish! Now’s your chance! If you don’t grab it, you-“ and finally he cut off the call by himself.

He knew it was the chance for him... to do the right thing. He grabbed the same red jacket from earlier, packing it carefully right before the young man came back from the restroom.

“Oh, that was refreshing...” He commented, “How much is it?”

“9 dollars and a half,” The British man said, happily smiled.

And the young man was able to give him enough of it, and keeping for himself one dollar spare.

“Well, I gotta go. See ya!” The backpack boy said goodbye to Cavendish.

And again, he reminded him of another person that is very familiar to him. But he couldn’t remember who that was with his messed up mind, apparently.

It was 10 p.m. and the shop had closed. The manager of the store didn’t forget to thank him for what Cavendish had done.

“Well, Balthazar Cavendish, I can’t be happier for what you had done to the shop,” the manger, who was a young woman with dark purple hair, and a slightly Spanish voice, “And to pay for your hard work, here’s your salary. Hope you’ll work for us long!”

“Thank you!” He took a short look to the pay he had got, before revealing, “Well, dear miss, as much as I love to work here, well... I don’t belong to this place.”

“Oh... but why?” She said but thinking something else, “I’m glad you’ve figured that out.”

“To be honest, miss,” He said, “This is a far lower job than my main priority. But when I worked here, I feel like I’ve had a lot of fun, even more than my professional job. But still, it’s time for me to find a pleasure for my own job, and I’ll be completed,” And immidiately, Cavendish left without a goodbye to the young manager.

“Merry Christmas!” She said to him, and finally feeling relieved that all the things were following to the plan.

Outside the shop, he immidately met Dakota, who was about to receive a surprise.

“Hey, Cavendish! Haven’t seen you for all evening. Where have you been?” Dakota asked.

“Hey there, Dakota!” He greeted, “It’s a funny story but... I’ve been working for the night and I’ve got a bit of money for us.”

And that was his surprise. Dakota was speechless for this, but then able to say something out, “Oh... Cavendish...”

“Yes, it’s hard to believe,” Cavendish revealed, “But I’ve got some money for us and since...” he then got infuriated, “I don’t know WHAT I SHOULD BUY FOR YOU, I think I will let you decide by yourself.”

“Wow!” Dakota expressed, “It’s hard to believe you’ve done this, but the way you let me to buy all the stuffs instead of giving me something, now that’s a classic Cavendish!”

“I know,” The Brit man smirked, then embracing his partner, saying.

“Merry Christmas, buddy!”

“Merry Christmas, Cavendish, Balthazar!”

“And let’s both play Mega Man after this...” Cavendish muttered, and he could sense Dakota agreeing, nodding on his shoulder, in a snowy weather that couldn’t stop the sweet moment of two time travellers, who will always be together side by side, forever!

It’s my world and we’re all living in it!

Scene cut to a group of young adults and a pharmacist in their time vehicle parking behind the shop.

“Ahhh!” Melissa said, entering one of the backseats, “All the things act properly!” And of course, she carried her daughter along inside the car as well, “Come on, Anna!”

“Mommy!”

“Dad is waiting, and we’ll tell him how much fun we had.”

And next, Milo entered the window seat next to the driver of the vehicle, saying with some laugh coming along, “And we’ve finally got rid of the bad future, right Doctor D?”

Heinz Doofenshmirtz, who had been responsible for the time travel part, announced, “Yes, yes we have!” then he pointed to Murphy’s lover, “Oh, there she come!”

And Amanda entered to a backseat next to Melissa, who was sitting on the one to the left. She informed, “I guess we can call this a time and space Christmas!”

Milo quickly changed from frontseat to backseat, and sitting besides his wife, “I see things happen in there. You’ve done pretty well.”

“Thank you, Milo! Time travel sure is an easy task!”

“Now that’s my perfect wife,” He stated, “She finished things pretty well,” before giving the girl a kiss on her cheek, a very thing Amanda had done to the boy since their middle-school years.

Then he turned to his best friend, “And Melissa, too!”

“I know you will be flattered,” She smirked, “No need to say!”

Doof announced, “Alright, enough chit-chatting. Fasten your seatbelts and we’ll kick some time travel jump!”

And the gang prepared for another time jump, and their next adventure from the future.

Author’s Note: Milo, Melissa and Amanda are around early 30, and I didn’t specify their ages in the story for a reason! And Anna... well, consider that’s how I name Melissa’s daughter in the future (she’s 5 years old in this story)

[findingfeathersseanchaidh]

Chapter 56: A Time to Hear

"Doctor Tyler?"

Amaya's voice broke through the silence of the medical bay like an axe through ice. Sound seemed to flood back: the hum of the engines, the buzz of the monitors, the sound of breathing. Of movement. Of life. The doctor's eyes unglazed, returning to their native hue. He blinked.

"Doctor Tyler?" Amaya repeated, stepping closer and reaching out a tentative hand to the newly discovered android.

"I'm fine," blurted Tyler, holding up one hand to halt her progress and pressing the other into the laboratory desk to steady himself.

Amaya paused, but she didn't retreat. "You do not look fine."

"I remember," explained the doctor. "It's... It's a lot to take in. Just... Just give me a moment. I'll be fine. Please: sit."

Amaya perched on the nearby stool, one arm resting on the worktop. "Rex..."

"Don't!" Tyler cut in raising a peremptory hand again. "That's not my name. I'm not him. I look like him. I have his memories. But I'm not him."

"Then who?" Amaya began, but she was interrupted yet again.

"Matthew," said the android. "My name is Matthew. Matthew Tyler."

XXXX

Christmas of the year fifteen ninety seven proved a plentiful one for William Sly. After an advent of fasting, broken only by the celebration of Gaudete Sunday on the third week, and only then by the court of the Queen, a place at any table would have been welcome. He was indeed welcome at the Condell table and lodged with Henry and his wife for two days after the great feast day and the promise to return for the celebration of the twelfth night and many meals between. Sly returned to his lodging burdened with spare pies and cooked meats, preserved fruits and savoury aspics, unequivocally convinced that Henry's claim was true: he had indeed married the best cook in London. The Christmas meal had been one that would long live in Sly's memory. Even now, the ghost of the scent of baked ham, stuffed with apricots, glazed with honey and studded with cloves, made his mouth water. The warm pastry of the minced mutton pie, shaped long, like a manger, made his stomach rumble in mourning. Saint Stephen's day had been a fish day, with a whole baked carp, stuffed with prunes and spiced with cloves and mace. A similarly aromatic and flavourful frumenty had accompanied each dish and a portion of it rested now in Sly's bag. Even the roasted vegetables, doused in honey and oil and winter savoury, brought fond memories to William's mind. A sealed jar of pureed apples, cooked with cream, rosemary and rose water, weighted down the bottom of the bag; while a lovingly wrapped, soft, moist gingerbread, redolent with an intricate dance of spices, rested safely on the top.

Already hungry with the thought of his burden, even though the midwinter sun had barely reached its zenith, Sly opened the door to his lodging house. The owner of the house, a tavern in truth, met him by the stairs, a broom in one hand and a folded, sealed letter in the other.

"Arrived yesterday evening, Sly," the landlord informed him, handing him the letter and turning back to his sweeping. "There be mutton and chicken stew a-cooking for this eve, and you'd be a welcome hand in here when the wassailing starts. T'would earn you a few coppers more while the season lasts."

"A few coppers more would be of use indeed," nodded Sly, taking the letter and clasping the man's hand in thanks and agreement. There would be more than a few coppers coming his way if he were in the alehouse. There would be whatever the drinkers were too drunk to miss. Turning the letter over in his hand, he ascended the stair to his rooms, laying the bag of vittles carefully by the bed. He broke the seal and held the paper to the light of the window. The scratchy cursive proclaimed the writer's identity before William had read a single word. He perused the paper, taking in the news from Stratford and his friend.

Shakespeare had bought a house, New Place, and had settled himself and his family there before Christmas, making it a double celebration. His epistle was filled with stories of his daughters: how they had grown, how they had changed, what endeavours they had succeeded in that past year and more, how they smiled when first they saw him, and how greatly they had appreciated the Yuletide gifts Sly had helped him pick out. The note ended with news of Anne. The distance still remained between them, but Will had hopes of closing it in the coming months. For these reasons he would remain in Stratford longer than anticipated: to help his family settle into their new home and to win back the heart, and the trust, of his wife.

Sly nodded thoughtfully to himself and placed the letter on his small wooden table that served as desk, library and wash stand. He would reply later. For now his mind was on other matters; namely finding storage space in his small rooms for the copious remnants of the Condells' Christmas feast. Yes, indeed, he thought: it would be no great hardship to him to spend as much of the Christmas season with Henry and Elizabeth as possible.

XXXX

The crew gathered on the bridge, standing or sitting in uneasy silence. They had all known, every one of them, that the man they called Rex Tyler was actually an android, and that they could not tell him until the virus struck. They had not known why. Matthew Tyler stood on the steps of the office, looking down at them all. He knew why. He also knew it was time to share that secret, and that so much more might make sense to them if he did.

As always, Mick was the last to shuffle through the doors, a bowl of popcorn in one large hand. "What? It's late, I'm hungry and this is the sequel we've all been waiting for since we first found out about the Tin Man!"

A look of understanding passed across Matthew's face. "That's why I never heard you use a nickname for me."

"Called you 'Doc', Doc," shrugged Mick, dropping down into a chair, a few scattered morsels of popcorn bouncing out of their bowl with the movement and pattering away across the metal floor of the bridge. "Well, get to it Tin Man: we're all ears."

Tyler nodded, as much to himself as to Mick. "You all know what I am: that I'm an android. You knew even before I did," he began, glancing warily from face to face. "What you don't know is who I am. You know me as Rex Tyler, and I thought I was, but it now seems that's not the truth."

[witharthurkirkland]

People seem to find it strange that I don’t read a lot of fanfiction and I keep responding with “but I’m too busy writing”, which doesn’t sound like much of an argument, probably, but here is the list of what I want to write (and I have a strong suspicion that I won’t get to all the things on this list):

Friends Only (Canon Universe, Road Trip Story)

“Imagine it, Victor: the perfect wedding at the perfect place! You have it all set up just right, everything goes according to plan and you marry the love of your life! I’m sure Yuuri will be very grateful for your efforts and you’ll have a wedding night to remember!”

Victor sighed.

“And all you need to do,” Chris went on, “is go on one little trip with your friends to arrange it!”

In for a Kopek (Single Parents AU set in 1980s Russia because why not?)

Yuuri’s life has always been about making ends meet and looking after his sons. Victor’s life has always been very lonely. When Victor’s sister died in a car crash with her husband Victor found himself replacing the father to his nephew, Yuri Plisetsky. One day the two of them run into each other and suddenly it doesn’t matter that there’s never enough money or that Yuri keeps coating his teacher’s chair with glue.

The Road to Faerie (Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell AU)

When Yuuri Katsuki took Victor Nikiforov to be his husband he was the happiest man in the world. He expected a long and ideal marriage. What he didn’t expect was that his beautiful and perfect husband would be stolen by faeries or that he himself would turn out to be a magician.

How I Spent My Summer (Canon Universe)

A few excerpts from Yuri Plisetsky’s non-existent diary or how to survive living with your annoying dads 

The Thirty-First of June (Fairytale & Childhood AU)

Every several thousand years all of the extra seconds add up to one more day: June 31st. All kinds of strange phenomena happen on this day. Sometimes people randomly appear, sometimes you will see the love of your life, sometimes you end up traveling in time, and sometimes the very lucky (or unlucky) do all three.

War and Peace (War and Peace AU, surprise!)

A tale of the love between Prince Victor Nikiforov, much disillusioned by his time in the war, and the young and very shy Count Yuuri Katsuki while Russia is at war with Napoleon.

The Dog in the Manger (17th century AU)

The hand of Count Victor Nikiforov is sought after by two nobles from two of the wealthiest families in the land, but for some reason he feels more drawn to his secretary and the suitors, come to think of it, are paying more attention to each other than to him.

Anyone want to vote on what I should write next?

[ohtheclevernessof]

The BTS Spirit Box: a BTS Halloween fanfiction

This a fan fiction I wrote for a Halloween contest, it's my first BTS fic. Enjoy and Happy Halloween!

It was late night at JYP, Jungkook and V were in the empty break room, sitting on a couch and peering at Jungkook's phone. "So the video said this app let's us talk to ghosts." He explained to V with a amused smile. "Let's try it." V said with a laugh.

Neither of them actually believed they could actually talk to them but they were both bored waiting for the rest of BTS to finish practice.

The app that Jungkook downloaded was known as a Spirit Box app. The app quick scanned through a dozen of online radio stations on repeat, providing a constant mash of unrecognizable noise that ghosts are to be able to manipulate to form words.

Jungkook turned the app on and blinked curiously at the noise a moment. "Hello."he said to the possible ghosts and waited for a response. "Hello." V added after a moment of hearing nothing in response. "It sounds like when Manager hyung can't decide on a radio station in the van." He said with a smirk.

Jimin had been getting a drink when he heard the noise from the hall and poked his head. "What are you doin?" he asked curiously. "Trying to talk to ghosts." V said simply, without much concern and Jungkook held up his phone to show him. A look of concern hit Jimin's face as he entered the room.

"Is that safe?" he asked a bit nervous. Jungkook laughed. "Don't worry, it's completely fake. " V nodded with a smile. "We haven't heard a thing."

This was enough for Jimin and he sat on the arm of the couch. "Hello." he said cheerfully to the Jungkook's phone

Suddenly a creepy, disembodied and very unhuman like voice came through the radio noise. "Hell....ooo...." said the unknown voice. Jimin yelped startled and fell off the couch arm to the floor. "It worked! Hyung, talk to it more." Jungkook said excited as he looked at V and then down at Jimin from the couch.

"Yeah ChimChim, see what else the ghost will say to you." V encouraged Jimin as he pulled him up on the couch. Jimin looked at them both nervously. "What do I say to a ghost?" he asked unsure, out of the maknae line, he was definitely the one to scare the easiest. The other two always seemed far more relaxed with things like this. "Anything." Jungkook said encouraging Jimin, he still wasn't sure if the app actually could talk to ghosts so he was more excited that the app was doing something.

"Uh....What's your name?"Jimin asked a bit timidly. A few seconds go by but then something comes through.

"Yong...Mi...Sook..." the ghost voice came through and Jungkook grins at the other two. "Hello Misook. Do you know who we are?" he asked curiously

"Yes....Jung...kook...V....Jim...in....B...T...S...." Misook answered slowly, it took the ghost allot of energy to communicate like this.

"What the hell!" Jimin exclaimed startled and clutched V's arm scared.

RM had been looking for the Maknae line and heard the commotion so he walked into the breakroom. "I should've figured you kids would be in here. So what game is it this time?" RM asked with a smirk as he made his way over to the couch. "It's not a game, Namjoon-hyung. Jungkookie's phone can talk to ghosts now." Jimin said nervously still clinging to V's arm.

"Sure it can." RM said rolling his eyes with a laugh. "It's true, I found a app. Try it, hyung." Jungkook explained as he handed over his phone to RM.

He took the phone and looked at it skeptically a moment.

"Hello ghost?" RM asked with a smile, not expecting to hear anything at all. "Her name is Misook. I think she was Army." V added as he watched him curiously.

"Okay...Hello Misook, do you know who I am?" RM asked still skeptical of it. A pause of silence but then Misook responds. "...Rap...Mon....ster..."

RM blinks surprised and while Jungkook laughs, mumbling "Rapmonie-hyung" to himself with a smirk. "Maybe she died before you changed it?" V offered and RM nods, considering it.

"Misook, can we ask how you died?" he asked, he had to admit to himself that he was becoming pretty curious about this app. There was another pause before Misook spoke once again. "...Taxi....Run over...."

All four boys looked at each surprised and it was sinking it, they were talking to a dead Army. "Maybe she means she was hit by a taxi?" Jimin mused nervously, still clinging to V's arm.

As they took a minute to comprehend what was said their thoughts were interrupted suddenly. "Can we just go already?" Suga asked with a huff, obviously ready to just head back to the dorm and sleep. Behind him was JHope and Jim sharing a bag of Haribro gummy bears, popping them into their mouths happily.

"Manager-hyung has already left to move the van to the street so we should go meet him." JHope added before holding out gummy bear in front of Suga's face as if to feed him. Suga cringed in disgust and just grabbed it with his hand, eating it on his own. JHope just shrugged and went back to sharing the bag with Jin.

"Hold on, Jungkookie found a way to talk to Army's who've died." RM said not looking away from the phone and he received a eye roll from Suga.

"....Suga...Jin....J...Hope..." Misook formed through the noise and it was clearer then before. The new Hyung yelped at their names being said in such a way and gummy bears flew everywhere.

"Very funny prank, Namjoon-ah." Jin said with a very nervous laugh, trying to regain his composure. RM shook his head. "I didn't do it."

"Then where's the PDs hiding with the cameras? This is one of those challenges they scare us for the cameras, like they did with the zombies."Suga explained as he frantically looked around for them.

"Suga hyung, this isn't a challenge, it's my phone." Jungkook pipes up honestly. "Then turn it off, Jungkookie. For all you known it's been hacked and that's who's talking to us." Jin switching his typical mothering tone, crossing his arms and Jungkook considered the possibility of this unsure.

"Wait, I wanna try something." V spoke up, reaching for the phone and RM handed it over curiously. "Misook, are you here with us?" he asked calmly.

"TAEHYUNG!!" the Hyungs minus RM scolded him nervously and he held his arm to quiet them and they waited to hear a response .

"Yes....chair...." Misook said slowly but clearer then before and the members scampered away from the single metal chair in the breakroom.

"Are you stuck here at the studio or can you go other places?"V asked showing some nervousness, the most he had shown since they started playing with the Spirit Box app. For him it was one thing to talk to ghosts but to have one in the room with them was another story.

"No....I follow....to dorm..."Misook said clearly, she seemed to become more stronger. The members froze in fear at her words.

"You follow us to the dorm?! What do you do when you do?" V asked, unsure he wanted to hear her answer.

"...I watch....eat....sleep....shower..."Misook said clearly and then a creepy nearly psychotic laugh could be heard over the phone.

All the members yelped scared even RM and Jungkook quickly grabbed the phone from V, quickly turning the app off.

The members begun talking over each other in fear and honestly a chaotic feel among them.

"Jae Jungkook, this is your fault." Jin scolded.

"It can't be. She said she was hit by a taxi, maybe it was one of those crazy taxis that follow the van." Jungkook supplied in defense.

"Maybe we should have a priest do one of those blessing things like they do in horror movies." V offered as a suggestion to the group even though no no one probably heard. "Taetae, can I sleep in your bed tonight? I don't want to sleep alone with her watching me." Jimin whined scared.

"I am never showering naked in the dorm again. I'll wear my swim trunks." JHope said scared. "Forget showering. How am I supposed to compose with some crazed fan watching me!" Suga fussed with a huff.

"Will you all just chill? I'll talk to Manager-hyung and we'll figure this out." RM added trying to keep some sort of order.

Suddenly Misook knocked over her chair with loud clatter and all of BTS made a beeline for the door, clambering over each other.

Without hesitation then made it straight out of the JYP building and into the van, confusing their manger with a their sudden fussing about some ghost.

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Last Updated: 2023-12-18

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❆ Christmas Boyfriend by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

❆ Christmas in the Mountains by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Imagine spending Christmas in the Mountains with Jonathan Pine, spying on a Greek drug dealer… wouldn't it be romantic if he actually knew you were in love with him."

❆ It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas￨by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Jonathan loves Christmas and this is his first one working at the Meisters. A chance encounter [with you] gives Jonathan more Christmas joy than he could hope for."

❆ Christmas Miracle by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Last Christmas by jewels2876 • 〔A〕 •

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