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It's been 84 years, but we're back now with my notes, thoughts, and theory noodles about "Fazbear Frights #12: Felix the Shark."

I don't have as many theory noodles about this volume as I've had about others, in large part because of this volume's status as "noncanon." But I have a few comments and connections sprinkled throughout my notes.

I actually think the stories in this volume were really well written. Easily better written than several other stories/volumes of this series I could name but won't.

*coughcough* TheFriendlyFace *coughcough* TheBlackbird *coughcough* Fetch *coughcough* ThePuppetCarver *coughcough*

Sorry about that... just had something in my throat.

Anyway, it's nice to finally finish the series. I want to comb through it again sometime in the future, as a "I now know the ending, so let's see if all those clues and moments of foreshadowing really point to the ending properly" retrospective thing. I also want to move on to the "Tales From the Pizzaplex" series, since I see lots of theory fodder come out of those books.

As always, spoilers under the cut.

Reader beware, you're in for a scare!

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(picture of the Blåhaj shark plushie from Ikea)

"Felix the Shark"

- The story opens on a young man named Dirk, who is playing chess against his friend, Jenny. Jenny's twin brother, Gordon, watches on. The three of them plus two others, Leo and Wyatt, have been friends since junior high, and all five of them have known each other and been close for over a decade, even though they have very strong, very different personalities; it's stated that the five are largely friends because no one else will hang out with them.

- Dirk has a crush on Jenny, Jenny loves him like a brother, and Gordon cares too much about chess.

- Gordon is a mechanic, who has auburn hair and wears grey shirts; he's constantly covered in grease stains. He's very aggressive when annoyed. He and Dirk don't get along well at all, and keep getting on each other's nerves.

- Leo is a D&D nerd and active grammarian, and Wyatt is a cheerful computer whizz.

- 'Caverns & Crocodiles' is a game Dirk and Leo created, based off of a book called 'the Dogged Dogmatist.'

- People outside of his friend group tend to ignore Dirk when he talks, which he attributes to his 'chipmunk looks.'

- The five of them share pizza together in a room with a black-and-white checkered floor, which is the basement of Jenny and Gorgon's parents house. Not unusual, but the image of the floor, the pizza, and the group of 1 gal and 4 guys makes me think of FNAF1 (where there are five animations, with Chica being the only lady).

- Leo is a comic artist! (I'm jealous)

- Dirk is a book reviewer. He spent his teen years in a foster home, after the deaths of his parents and aunt. He did not have a good time.

- Jenny teaches gymnastics at a local school. She has green eyes and masculine features that resemble her brother's; Gordon is very handsome, but Jenny is considered 'unattractive' to most. She's unbothered by this.

- Gordon is a conspiracy theorist.

- All five of them have weird interests and behaviors, which have always prevented them from having very active social lives.

- The five adults reminisce about going to Freddy Fazbear's as kids. Wyatt cites Chica as his favorite character, saying that his mom made him a birthday cake that looked like Chica's cupcake one year.

- Leo mentions the coloring books at the restaurants, saying that they inspired him to start drawing himself, and cites Foxy as the inspiration of a "purple-clad superhero" character of his own comic series. The character has a scythe attached to his arm in place of a hand.

- Jenny and Gordon mention that the Freddy's they went to most as a kid had an indoor jungle gym that they always climbed on. Jenny liked dancing the music played at the restaurant, and Gordon liked watching the animatronics; he now has the conspiracy theory that the robot apocalypse will start at a Freddy's, if it hasn't secretly started already.

- Gordon: "Clearly the guy who created the Freddy's animatronics was way ahead of his time. … He had to keep [the animatronics] rudimentary for the public, but what if he had an underground laboratory? What if he created the first wave of the android army?"

- Dirk recently unearthed his old plushie from Freddy's of a shark character called Felix, and admits that he's also been having dreams about the shark. His friends don't recognize the character, and are confused when he mentions it. Dirk talks about his memories of Felix, saying that he went to a Freddy's that had a moat feature, and a massive water tank that customers could dive into to swim alongside an animatronic shark; Felix was 6 ft long, could swim freely through the water tank, and could open and close his mouth.

- The more Dirk describes the shark animatronic, the more the others ask about the safety of allowing children to climb into an enclosed tank with a toothy robot. Dirk says that, as a child, he felt a connection to Felix, saying he felt the robotic shark was the only one that understood him. Jenny suggests that Felix was an imaginary friend of some sort.

- Since Dirk's family traveled a lot when he was a child, Wyatt suggests that there was a unique Freddy's location somewhere that Dirk went to and saw Felix.

- Dirk's parents were performers of a magic act, who traveled everywhere and used Dirk as a child-sized prop in their show. They died in a car wreck. Dirk was then cared for by his aunt, but she didn't know what to do with a child, and mostly got angry at him for getting her house dirty. She later died of cancer, and Dirk no longer has any family.

- Getting angry with his friends for not believing him, Dirk sets out to travel, deciding that he's going to find Felix. He takes a list of places his parents performed in and a list of places where Freddy's used to have a building, and starts checking out all the places that overlap.

- He finds one midwestern town called Forkstop that used to be a big, bustling region before the local manufacturing plant closed down. Now the town is scrounging for money, and tries to capitalize off of the urban legends of a long-dead criminal to attract tourists. (Sounds like what happens in my neck of the woods.)

- In Forkstop, he goes for food at a diner, where he meets three local ladies named Wendy, Agnes, and Dawn. Agnes and Dawn admit to remembering a Freddy Fazbear's location that used to be in the area (Dawn says that Bonnie was her favorite, and Agnes complains about a boy animatronic having a girl's name), and give him directions to the general part of town where the Freddy's used to be, but warn him that the building isn't there anymore.

- To Dirk's surprise and relief, Agnes and Dawn remember Felix, meaning that he's in the right place. But, unlike him, they don't have fond memories of Felix - they were both terrified of Felix as little girls, and Agnes had to go to therapy to deal with the nightmares she had after swimming in the tank. In her nightmares, she got trapped in the tank with the shark and drowned.

- Dirk is confused by this, and insists that Felix was "friendly," and "wished he could leave the tank and play with the kids like the other animatronics." Dawn tells him that, if anything, the robot looked hungry. Everything they tell him about Felix is radically different from his own knowledge of the shark.

- Wendy tells him that her late husband was working as a contractor when the Freddy's closed down. She says it closed because a little boy almost drowned in the tank, and that, when the owner was forced to sell the land the Freddy's was on to a real estate developer, it was under the condition that the developer build around Freddy's, and leave the Freddy's building intact. She apologetically tells him that she's not sure what building is there now, since several new buildings were being built at the time (including a big mall, which I thought was worth noting), but gives him some general ideas.

- Wendy also tells him the rumors about the Freddy's owner. The man has since died, but, while he was alive, people thought he had a weird relationship with the shark animatronic, and it was rumored that he continued to visit Felix even long after the place was closed down.

- Dirk has to ask several people around the town, and even go to the county clerk, to figure out where Freddy's used to be. He eventually learns that a tourist-attraction waterpark was built over/around it (and that the park failed as a tourist attraction, and sits empty and dry most of the time).

- Dirk thinks the unopened waterpark looks creepy, comparing it to "a serial killer hangout, a place where zombies would march en masse, or the start of Gordon's andriod army." Because of its intention as a tourist destination, the place is decorated based on the crimes and weaponry of the infamous outlaw the town tried to capitalize off of, and the front doors to the park look like gravestones and the outlaw's murder weapons. It's been a gloomy day, and it starts to rain and thunder just as Dirk gets in under a gap in the fence.

- Dirk wanders around the park for quite while, "scouring every inch" of the place, but doesn't find the Freddy's building anywhere. Dejected, he returns to the motel room he's staying in. That night he has a dream wherein Felix visits him, begging Dirk to come back and find him, and to keep him company.

- While at the county clerk's office, Dirk got the name of the late owner of the Freddy's building, Aaron Sanders. He decides to try hunting down the man's heirs. From the woman who runs the motel he's staying in, he learns that Aaron grew up in the area, and liked to design mazes as a kid; he married his high school sweetheart, and, by the time he was 20, he was running a local sandwich shop and had a son.

- Aaron was looking into buying the local Freddy's location at around the same time he took his family (his wife, their son, and their daughter) on a vacation to the coast. Sadly, his son drowned on that vacation, and Aaron was never the same again. Aaron said that his son's body should have been washed out to sea, but a shark came along and bumped into the boy's body, sending it back to shore. The motel owner (Maud) tells Dirk that most people don't believe that part of the story but that she personally does, as she thinks it explains a lot about Aaron's later behavior.

- After the loss of their son, Aaron's wife withdraw in on herself and became depressed, dying soon after, while Aaron become obsessed with sharks and butterflies. (His son was chasing a butterfly at the beach, which lead to him falling into the water and drowning.) Aaron pushed hard to include an animatronic shark at his Freddy's establishment, to which the owners of other Freddy's franchises argued that "Freddy's doesn't have a shark character" and "including one would make [Aaron's location] inauthentic."

- Aaron's daughter, Louisa Sanders, is still alive but is a ward of the state. She's mentally not present, and is completely detached from her reality and surroundings. The motel owner explains that Louisa wrote a book once, at the behest of Aaron, and that the book was published shortly after Aaron's passing; since then, Louisa has locked herself inside her own head, and doesn't engage with the world.

- To Dirk's surprise, he realizes that Louisa Sanders wrote 'the Dogged Dogmatist' under a pseudonym, and that he knows her book inside and out. The cover of the book depicts a creature that seems like a combination of a shark and a crocodile, and the story is about a man going on a journey to find this sharkodile creature, led by a "voice of intuition he heard in his head." There are strange, disjointed phrases and words scattered throughout the book, as well as illustrations of butterflies and flowers that don't relate to anything. The book tells a story that actively encourages its readers to pick it apart and theorize about it, and Dirk has had a lot of fun in the past with his friend Leo dissecting the story and arguing for or against different interpretations. (Sounds a little like a franchise I know…)

- Contemplating the book's illustration of flowers and butterflies, Dirk starts to wonder if it's a map of some sort, relating the shapes to the layout of the waterpark.

- Dirk goes to visit Louisa, now knowing that she is both related to the Felix mystery as well as his favorite author. She's a patient in a hospital, where she has full-time caregivers. She's wearing a necklace with a pendant shaped like a zebra longwing butterfly.

- Louisa doesn't talk, but listens to him tell her his story. When he says he wants to find Felix, she smiles, takes off her necklace, and hands it to him, looking pointedly at a copy of her book. She then closes her eyes and turns away from him, signaling that she's done with him, and that he has everything he needs.

- Dirk returns to his motel room, where he has a phone conversation with his friend Leo. He asks Leo to pull out the list they made once of all the points in 'the Dogged Dogmatist' that felt unusual or too pointed. Leo reads them out loud to Dirk while Dirk writes them down for himself, thinking that they could be clues to where the Freddy's building is.

- Dirk returns to the waterpark the next day. The waterpark feels "dinghy and dark," even though it's a clear day out today.

- Now that he knows an illustration in Louisa's book is a map of the park, and that there are clues and directions hidden within the text of her book, Dirk has a pretty good idea of how and where to start looking.

- He gets startled by a rustling in one of the decorative bushes in the park, and sees two "yellow orbs" look at him for a moment, before turning away. He realized he's just spooked an animal of some sort (an opossum, he thinks), and calms down. (I like to think he's being followed by Fetch or the Friendly Face, just because I miss them.) He also hears crickets, frogs, owls, coyotes, and other small animals. (Really painting a picture of nighttime in the Southwest/Midwest region of the U.S., huh, Scott?)

- One of the clues relates to something special happening at 3:33 (whether AM or PM is not specified), so Dirk waits around for the hour to reach. (It's also an important time in numerology thought, but we're outright told that's not what's important right now.) At 3:33 PM, Dirk spots a shadow from one of the waterslides that's now shaped like an arrow, pointing at a spot in the pool. The tiles on the inside of the pool right where the arrow is pointing are shaped like a zebra longwing butterfly. Putting his ear to pool floor, Dirk can hear running water somewhere nearby. Following the sound, he finds a handle at the bottom of the pool, with a strange keyhole next to it.

- Louisa's pendant fits into this keyhole, and a hidden compartment opens. The compartment holds a key, and Dirk uses the key to open the door to the pumphouse, which he hadn't been able to get into before. A door inside the pumphouse leads him to a maze of tunnels beneath the park.

- Eventually, after searching through the tunnel maze, Dirk finds the front door of 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza,' along with the rest of the restaurant. He enters the place, and can see Felix's tank, which is full of murky water. He doesn't see Felix, but he sees that the water in his tank is moving. He can hear the water pumps for the tank humming nearby, noting that the water is being both filtered and heated, and that the machines are still running and fully operational. He approaches the opening to the tank, idly recalling that the type of handle used on the opening is called a 'dog' (explaining Louisa's book title).

- Satisfied with this knowledge, Dirk decides to swim with Felix. He undresses and puts on the diving equipment, complete with a breathing apparatus that still works. He climbs right into the tank, and the tank hatch closes behind him. (… I know exactly what's about to happen, and you probably do, too.)

- Felix appears to join Dirk for a swim, and Dirk freaks out, terrified by his former friend. Time has not been kind to the underwater animatronic, and parts of him are missing, rotted away. Dirk doesn't believe this terrifying monstrosity could have ever been his beloved Felix.

- Felix swims in circles around Dirk, and Dirk panics and screams, feeling distraught.

- "Felix's stare was empty and dead."

- Dirk rushes back to the entrance hatch of the tank, only to belatedly realize that there's no way to open the hatch from inside the tank. Trapped in the water tank, Dirk becomes stuck in the current of the water, with Felix literally nipping at his heels. Dirk realizes that he got what he wanted, he found Felix and proved that he didn't make the shark up, but that his victory is meaningless since he's going to die here and no one will even know what happened to him. . . . … That was kind of an abrupt let down of an ending, tbh. I dunno, I was expecting more fanfare rejoicing over the rediscovery of Felix, or some drama of some kind. Like Felix was possessed by Aaron Sander's dead son, or Dirk climbed into the tank and found Aaron's corpse in there or something.

… I was going to say "if this story had been used for the 'Pizzaplex' books, the title would be 'Submechaniphobia' or something," as a smarmy comment about all the '-phobia' titles in those books, but then I remembered that that literally is the title of a story in that series.

But maybe it could have been 'Galeophobia' (fear of sharks) or 'Thalassophobia' (fear of drowning) or something, idk.

Anyway.. I don't really have much in the ways of theory fodder for this one. Partially since it's """""not canon""""" and I don't know whether to try taking anything out of it or not, and partially just because everything in it seems very straight-forward, or at least compounding things we already know. Sure, I could draw parallels between different points (relating Foxy to a purple superhero = Michael being a purple character who draws himself as a superhero and is related to Foxy) (Dirk and his friends being arranged in the opening scene = the animatronic lineup in FNAF1) but like…. I don't know that those are consequential or meaningful.

During the story, I kept trying to relate Felix to Golden Freddy. Which is ridiculous, but here's my chain of thoughts: -- Dirk and his friends reminded me of the FNAF1 animatronics in the opening scene, with Jenny and Chica being the only female characters in their respective groups of five. And of the males, Dirk feels like an outsider, even among his own friends. In FNAF1, Golden Freddy is a wildcard, and feels very separate from the others: an outsider among his own group. -- A popular conception about Golden Freddy is that he represents the younger Afton boy, being both his favorite character and the cause of his death, and possibly where his spirit ended up. Felix clearly represents Aaron's son, on some level, and is specifically described as old, withered, falling apart, lifeless, and having only one eye. These are words that could also be used to describe Golden Freddy.

But ultimately, I don't think there's anything here. I don't think the characters are really connected at all. I think it's just an example of story points and imagery being reused in the franchise.

And speaking of reused imagery.. This is not the first time we've seen evidence of a father sneaking into underground tunnels to observe an animatronic that represents his dead child (William keeping tabs on Circus Baby in Sister Location), nor the first time we've seen a Freddy's building built over/around by another business (the mall in 'the Silver Eyes,' another restaurant in 'Find Player 2,' and even the Mega Pizzaplex itself in the Security Breach game).

It's possible that the idea of a Freddy's franchisee building a special robot after the death of his child, burying the Freddy's building with another business but keeping Freddy's intact, and leaving the special robot to rot hidden beneath the new place… and the robot calling someone to it with promises of friendship, saying that it's sad and lonely… It could connect to the Mimic. I don't have much to go on, but… there's a skeleton of a connection there.

(Side note: I just want to tell you that every single time I tried to write Gordon's name, I wrote 'Gorgon' instead. XD )

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"The Scoop"

- Mandy Mason is our hero of the story, a young woman with heterochromia (one brown eye and one green eye), who dyes her hair fun colors (this week it's cotton candy pink) and wears it in space buns, skateboards, and writes FNAF fanfic. She has a habit of bouncing and fidgeting, and crosses her ankles when she's nervous. She goes to a fancy prep school for girls, where she gets bullied, both for her appearance and for her hobbies and interests.

- It's specified that FNAF is a game series, seemingly without any books as part of the franchise.

- Mandy runs a blog called "the M&M Scoop."

- Mandy's parents both work, with her mom's job often taking her out of town; despite all the travel she does, Mandy's mom still makes time to video chat with her teen daughter almost every day, and fusses over Mandy's school grades and hair colors.

- Mandy has a stuffed blue elephant called "Mr. Happy," who used to belong to her brother, Bobby, who died as a baby. Picking this little friend up, Mandy settles into her bedroom, pulling up FNAF3 to play and forget her real-life problems. She also has a framed photo of her brother as a baby, which she talks to as if he's present and is her friend.

- (I'm listening to the audiobook, and the narrator insists on spelling out "FNAF" every time she says it. I'm used to hearing people say it as a single word, "fuh-naff," and hearing "Eff-en-eh-eff" throws me for a loop every time.)

- Mandy's been getting involved in the FNAF theorist community, and has been exploring the lore of the game series by herself. Right now, she's scouring the game code of FNAF3, wanting to see if she can find anything interesting in it herself. This version of the game code includes picture files of an old rundown building (which to my knowledge don't exist in the irl game code) with titles like "looks_haunted_now.jpg."

- A real life missing child's report gets posted to a FNAF theorist subreddit Mandy is a part of, detailing a 5-year-old boy who went missing 17 years ago, supposedly being taken by a man in purple. Mandy connects the mental image to fictional purple guy William Afton.

- Mandy posts the image of the house to the FNAF subreddit, asking if anyone has any ideas for what it could mean. She doesn't get any responses until the next day, and the responses she finally gets are mostly rude; no one else can find the image when they scour the game files, so they assume she's making it up for clout.

- When heading to bed, Mandy sees something red dart through her room out of the corner of her eye. When she looks for it, she doesn't see anything.

- Mandy has breakfast with her dad the next morning. Her dad calls her "cupcake" and "Mandy-bear," and teases her about staying in bed late. When she tells him about her findings in the FNAF3 code, her dad warns her that sometimes programmers leave junk files in code, placeholder words and random images, and sometimes they don't really mean anything. He suggests that the picture of a building was something the game developer used as inspiration for the in-game building design or for the story or something, which Mandy admits is a possibility. Her dad then heads to work, telling her to have a good day at school and jokes "Don't get arrested!"

- At school, Mandy gets green slime thrown over her by Melissa, the primary bully she deals with. Melissa is pretty but also on the shorter side, and Mandy thinks the mean girl looks like an evil doll. Melissa also steals Mandy's skateboard, and Mandy has to walk home.

- After scrubbing the green gunk off of her face, Mandy realizes that whatever was in it has stained her hair and her school uniform and backpack. She decides to deal with it by re-dying her hair, deciding to go with purple this time.

- Mandy doesn't want to tell her parents about the bullying, because she knows they'll take time off from their jobs to try to help her, and she would feel guilty about taking them away from their work. (Oh the emotional struggles of an only/oldest daughter…)

- Mandy's friend Lindy (a bespectacled black girl who lives in Utah, and who also hangs out on FNAF forums and writes fic) video chats with her. Lindy listens to Mandy complain about the mean comments about the picture she found. She suggests Mandy try reverse image searching the picture, to see if that tells her anything about the photo itself, or the building in it.

- The two girls talk for awhile, and play 20 Questions with each other. Lindy mentions that she's a middle-child who has one older brother and one younger brother, and she complains about her brothers being annoying, wrestling constantly, and smelling bad, and that her older brother once stole her diary and read it out loud to the whole family; they fought for a week after. Mandy listens and wishes her brother had survived, or that she had other siblings.

- While longing for her deceased brother, Mandy is startled to see a blue child-sized shoe appear at the top of the stairs in her home. The shoe promptly vanishes. She is currently home alone. The teenager picks up a baseball bat and goes to investigate, but doesn't find anything unusual in the house.

- Mandy goes back to scouring the FNAF3 game files. To her surprise and confusion, the strange picture file of the building is no longer there.

- Running the picture through an image search is helpful, pulling up many possible places for where the photo could have originated. While she looks through them, she gets suddenly cold - she turns around to get a sweater, and comes face to face with a small, 5-year-old ghost boy, wearing blue shoes, blue jeans, and a red shirt. He has messy brown hair. He looks at her from her bedroom door, then disappears when she blinks.

- Thoroughly spooked, Mandy closes and locks her bedroom door.

- Mandy has a dream during the night. In the dream, she "wakes up" to find herself lying on the floor of a warehouse of some kind, with "a dim, yellow light," "grimy walls," "a box of animatronic parts," and "a black and white checkered floor." She recognizes it as the FNAF3 location. She's visited by the ghost boy, who stands over her and stares at her "despondently."

- When Mandy tries to talk to the ghost boy, he turns and runs away. She chases after him, and he leads her through the building. She follows him into a storage room, where she finds him against the back wall, curled into the fetal position. He looks up at her, and there are no eyes in his eye sockets. When Mandy tries to talk to him again, the boy lunges at her, his mouth growing and filling with huge, sharp teeth.

- The jumpscare makes Mandy wake up from the nightmare, and she sits up in her bed, clutching her elephant friend. Her bedroom door is still closed and locked, but it doesn't make her feel better.

- Going to school with her purple hair and lack of sleep the next day, Mandy feels like a zombie of some sort, or a "bruised and beat-up punching bag." The bullies airdrop a video of herself getting slimed from the previous day, forcing her to relive the event, and joke about "breaking" her. Trying to ignore them, Mandy tries to research about ghosts and hauntings.

- Returning to her image search, Mandy finds the building on Google Maps. It's a movie theater in Peace Valley, Utah.

- Mandy mother comes home, and mentions that the next place she has to travel to is Cedar City, Utah. Mandy gets excited, because that's where her friend Lindy lives, and works to convince her mother to take her with her. She lies, telling her mother that she has a homework assignment that involves writing about the history of a small town in Utah near Cedar City.

- Mandy, about something that inconveniences her: "But that's not important." Her mother: "Don't say that. Everything about you is important!" (Finally… some good f*cking parenting.)

- After talking for a bit, her mother agrees to take Mandy with her, looking forward to spending a few extra hours with her daughter and happy that Mandy will get to spend time with her friend.

- On the plane ride to Utah, Mandy thinks she sees the ghost boy run toward the aisle of the plane. It turns out to be a normal child, flying with his family, who just happens to look similar. She relaxes again, but continues to see strange flashes of red in the corner of her vision.

- Once in Cedar Point, Mandy's mother sets her up in their hotel room. Mandy pulls out the picture of her brother from her luggage, setting him up at the window so he can see the view. (The moments with the picture of her deceased brother are sad, but also extremely sweet.) She then calls Lindy, and they arrange to meet up the following day.

- Mandy gets on a bus and goes to the Cedar Point city hall, where she learns about the mysterious old theater in Peace Valley (which she's learned is only 20 minutes away from Cedar Point, and seems to act like a suburb of the larger city). She learns that the theater used to be "Sideshow's Snack Shack," which was a family diner that was only open for 3 years; it closed 17 years ago, when a boy was kidnapped at the diner.

- Mandy sees a police composite sketch of the assumed kidnapper, but all she sees are "dark eyes and hair, straight nose, flat mouth. … The man was just so… ordinary." The sketch was printed in purple ink, for some reason, and people involved in the case referred to the kidnapper as "the purple man." Alarmed, Mandy connects this information to that post she saw on the FNAF subreddit. She feels like she's stepped into a FNAF fanfic.

- Later that night, Mandy has another strange dream. This time, she's in the FNAF1 location, and she's dressed "like a security guard from one of the games," which includes a long-sleeved button up shirt, slacks, and boots. (This is just mildly interesting, because saying "like from the games" implies that Mandy can see the security guard character/s when she plays FNAF, something that we definitely can't do in the games irl.)

- She feels like she's being watched, and soon runs into the ghost boy. She gets a better look at him, and can see the picture of a bear character on his red shirt (she doesn't recognize the bear, so probably not Freddy), and she can see how thin and sad the boy looks. She feels bad for him and tries to talk to him, but the boy hisses and growls and bites at her with razor-sharp teeth. He chases her through the restaurant, eventually chasing her into a room marked 'employee's only.'

- "She had a feeling [the ghost boy] was there. He was always there."

- Entering the 'employee's only' room, security guard!Mandy finds herself trapped with the boy, who attacks her. She feels "corroded flesh" when he touches her.

- Mandy screams in her sleep, and her mother is quick to wake her up. Mandy tells her mother a little about the nightmare, and her mother is quick to blame it on the horror games Mandy plays so much. When Mandy's feeling better, her mother leaves the room, and Mandy is horrified to see the ghost boy standing in the open doorway behind her, just watching Mandy. Once again, the boy vanishes when she blinks again.

- Now very scared, Mandy climbs into her mother's bed, sleeping with her mother the rest of the night.

- The next day, Mandy and Lindy meet up, and are happy to see each other in person for the first time. The girls decide to go to Peace Valley themselves, and take a look around the small town, then go to the mysterious old theater.

- The theater is still operational, and the girls buy tickets for today's matinee. They overhear a maintenance worker complain to the woman at the ticket booth about flickering light system in the building, specifically stating that it "hasn't been reliable in 20 years." Mandy realizes that, if the man has worked here for 20 years, he must have worked for the previous business as well, and decides to question him about it. The maintenance man, Jim, tells her that there was a kidnapping incident at the place, and that they were forced to close due to most customers shying away from the area after the incident. He tells her that he was among the search group who looked for the missing boy, but they never found him. Jim agrees to talk more if the girls buy him a soda.

- Jim tells the girls about Stevie, the boy that went missing, citing that the kid always came in with his mother and spent hours playing pinball. Whenever his mother collected him to go home, Stevie would hide from her, wanting to stay and play more; on the day he went missing, it took the adults a bit to realize that the boy wasn't just hiding look usual.

- Mandy asks "What about 'the purple man?'" and Jim answers "You mean the stranger?"

- Jim tells them that the police were called, alerted to the boy going missing, possibly in trouble or taken. When the police questioned the bystanders from the restaurant, several people claimed to have seen Stevie talking with a strange man, and they all described the man in the same way. Jim admits that he never saw the man, even though he was working in the building that day, and doesn't know what any of the witnesses were talking about.

- Mandy wonders if the FNAF game developer (who isn't Scott in this universe) hid the photo of the theater building in the game files as a way of getting someone, anyone, to look into this missing child case.

- Mandy returns to the theater the next day, and asks Jim about the building layout, and how much it changed between business owners. He tells her that a few of the original rooms have been closed off since then, and aren't used anymore. She convinces him to show her these rooms.

- While they're talking, Jim greets a woman that enters the theater. After she passes through to the next room, he tells Mandy that the woman was Mrs. Robbins, the mother of the missing boy.

- Jim takes Mandy to a storage room, where everything from "Sideshow's Snack Shack" was stored; apparently the owner didn't know what to do with the stuff, so he just had it shoved into storage. Jim has to leave, but lets Mandy look through everything.

- The "Sideshow's" business had a brown bear mascot, called "Sideshow." She finds what appears to be an animatronic of the bear, and notes that its mouth has been sewn shut; it gives her an uneasy feeling to be near, and it smells terrible.

- Mandy is intrigued by the idea that FNAF could be based on a real world tragedy, but she also feels terrible for the real world victims. She talks to the picture of her deceased brother that she carries around, talking through her conflicting feelings about this development.

- The ghost boy appears in the storage room next to her, now resembling a "hungry" corpse more than anything else. Mandy panics and tries to run from him, but he follows her, chasing her around the storage space. He disappears near the bear animatronic, and a newspaper clipping is left in his place.

- Her curiosity getting the best of her, Mandy looks at the newspaper clipping. It's an article about Stevie Robbins' disappearance, and includes a photo of him; Mandy realizes that the ghost boy is the missing Stevie Robbins. She wonders why he's haunting her.

- Mandy feels like Stevie is trying to lure her somewhere, like he often does in her dreams.

- Stevie's ghost shows her how to open the bear animatronic, then vanishes inside it. Mandy mimics his actions, turning the bear's head to the side, and the head pops right off. Inside the bear's torso, Mandy sees Stevie's corpse. She panics and runs away.

- Mandy tells Jim, who calls the police. Jim sits with her while the police scour the building, and thanks her for finding the boy's body, so that they can put Stevie to rest and so his mother can have some closure. Jim assumes that Stevie must have climbed into the bear animatronic himself, playing his hiding game with his mother, but couldn't get back out; the coroner later says that he thinks the boy must have broke his neck when he climbed into the bear. Jim also seems to feel bad that he never thought to look inside the animatronic, and that he's been working in the same building as the corpse of his friend's son all these years.

- Mandy's mother comes to get her, very frantic and concerned. As they talk, they're approached by Mrs. Robbins, who thanks Mandy for giving her the peace she needed. Mandy's mother comforts the woman, then takes Mandy back to their hotel room, comforting her daughter as well.

- Mandy, who hasn't cried since she was a toddler, and is a pro at hiding her negative feelings from others, cries on the entire ride back to the hotel. She doesn't stop crying, even when her mother arranges for them to fly home early. She just sits around, clutching her stuffed elephant and crying, unable to stop. At home, she cries so much, her parents become extremely worried about her, and do what they can to comfort her.

- Unable to hide her feelings anymore, Mandy tells her parents how lonely she is, and how sad she feels so much of the time. She tells them all about the bullying at school, and how much she misses her brother, and how much of a freak she feels she is. Her parents listen and hug her. It takes a few hours, but Mandy finally cries all her tears, and falls into a dreamless sleep.

- Days later, Mandy wonders if Stevie's ghost came to her because he was incredibly lonely, like she often is.

- She chooses not to talk about Stevie, or the building, or anything related to it on her blog, or on the FNAF subreddit. She cites "I think if the creator wanted us to know, he would tell us." She drops the subject online, and starts talking more with Lindy.

- The girls wonder how the picture got into the game files, and what the real life missing child case has to do with FNAF anyway, but they decide they don't need to know.

- Mandy's parents keep her out of school for a week, giving her some time to decompress. They talk with her, and, since she's already a junior, Mandy chooses to finish at the prep school.

- On her first day back at school, Mandy puts the mean girl Melissa in her place, towering over the other girl and telling her that she isn't allowed to speak to Mandy anymore. Many of the other students watch on and applaud her. Later that day, her skateboard mysteriously reappears at Mandy's locker. She also makes a new friend in a classmate named Theresa, who shyly admits that she skateboards, too.

- Stevie Robbins visits Mandy's home one last time. He no longer looks like a scary corpse, and instead looks like a happy, healthy little boy. He smiles and thanks her for finding him. As he turns to leave, he adds "Bobby says 'hello.'" He vanishes after this, never to be seen again.

. I don't really have much to say about this story. There doesn't seem to be much to question or theorize about - it all seems pretty straightforward. Mostly I'm just disappointed that a story called "the Scoop" didn't have a S.C.U.P.R. machine in it.

That "if the creator wanted us to know, he'd tell us" line is such a bold-faced lie! Like... Scott. My guy. You can't even be bothered to tell us character names, or who we're playing as! You tell us jack all!

I don't live in or near the state of Utah, so I pulled up Google Maps out of curiosity, and there is no Peace Valley, Utah. However, Cedar City is a real city, and New Harmony and Hurricane (the two primary locations of the "Silver Eyes" trilogy) are within about a 30~ miles radius of it, which I thought was interesting. There are other small towns in the area with names similar to Peace Valley, so I think this was a made up location. Strange when all the other Utah locations in this series are real, but this one isn't.

Back to the story, I found Mandy's nightmares interesting. In the first one, she's in the FNAF3 building, being led from room to room by a little boy with brown hair and red and blue clothing. The image made me think of how, in the game, you use Balloon Boy's voice box to lead Springtrap around the building; Balloon Boy is meant to look like a little boy with brown hair, and, while the outfit doesn't match, he does wear red and blue clothing. In FNAF3, we also see versions of Balloon Boy with no eyes (his head sitting in the box of spare parts) and with a wide, gaping mouth (during his jumpscare). I made this connection while listening to her dream, but I honestly don't know if the similarities mean anything.

Plus, if Stevie is Balloon Boy in this situation, Mandy is Springtrap, which doesn't seem to fit right.

Her other nightmare features her as a security guard in the FNAF1 location, with the little boy running from her. Since I'd already thought Mandy was being put into Springtrap's position, at this point I wondered if she was being literally put into the position of William Afton, and that's part of the reason why the boy is running from her and hiding from her. Ultimately, I don't think so -- I think Stevie is just giving her dreams where she's in situations she's already familiar with. But it was a thought that crossed my mind.

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"You're the Band"

- This story opens on Sylvia Collins, a woman who is waiting for her son at a therapist's office. Her son, Timmy, has been behaving strangely lately, and she's been forced to take him to a child psychologist to figure out what's going on with the boy.

- The psychologist, Dr. Munroe, shows Sylvia a drawing that Timmy made. The drawing depicts the animatronic characters from the Freddy Fazbear's line, characters he can name easily; Timmy insists that he saw them perform as a band "when he went to Freddy's." This is troubling to Sylvia, since Freddy Fazbear's closed 30 years ago, and her 8-year-old son has never seen it. But Timmy's been drawing them a lot recently.

- Sylvia says that Timmy's been acting strange lately, referring to memories that he couldn't possibly have, acting like he's living in a past time period. "He seems like a different person … It's like he's two different people. The Timmy I've always known, and then some kid [Sylvia doesn't] know."

- Sylvia feels like a strange child has taken over her son, and that her son is slowly disappearing, being replaced by a stranger. (Honestly, sounds like she and my mother could commiserate together. 🙄 )

- We learn that Sylvia was a kid when the incident happened at Freddy's, and it sent her mother into a panic at the time. Child!Sylvia wasn't allowed to go anywhere but school and church for awhile, where she was accompanied by an adult.

- She worries about this Freddy's phase her son is in. Timmy keeps watching videos online about Freddy's, but most of them are conspiracy theories about the murders and the killer, which Sylvia thinks her son (age 7-8) is too young to hear about.

- Sylvia tells Dr. Munroe about the past week with Timmy. We learn that, the week prior, Timmy's 8th birthday came, and he expressed interest in having a Freddy Fazbear's themed birthday party. Unsure of how to create one, since the place closed 30 years ago, Sylvia went online and bought a few Freddy's themed items off of Ebay.

- One item she bought was a Freddy Halloween mask, sold by someone with the username "Retro Merch." It's a full Freddy head, which fits over a person's entire head. Impulsively, she buys it as a birthday present for Timmy.

- Timmy sits at the breakfast table, wearing a Freddy shirt that Sylvia found at a thrift store. He asks his mother who her favorite character was at Freddy's, and Sylvia, not having thought about the place very much in years, cites "the bird?" as her favorite. Timmy tells her that the bird is named Chica, and then rambles about how much he loves Freddy.

- Sylvia thinks about Timmy's father, James, who died in a construction accident only a month before Timmy was born.

- "Sometimes I feel like, as a single parent, I work twice as hard and do only half as good a job."

- She goes online to see if "Retro Merch" has other Freddy's items for sale, only to find that the seller doesn't exist. The mask she bought from them arrives a few days later anyway. When she opens the box, Sylvia notes that the mask smells like mothballs.

- The day of Timmy's birthday party comes, and Sylvia has their house decorated as much like Freddy's as she could make it. Timmy opens his mother's gift to him and excitedly puts on the Freddy mask, noting how heavy it is. He and his friends (Miles and Isabella) put on a singing show, pretending to be Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica.

- Sylvia, to her son and his friends: "Look at you! You're the band!" (Insert audio of James A. Janise saying "Title card!" here.)

- The rest of the birthday party goes without a hitch.

- That night, Sylvia puts Timmy to bed, only to hear him screaming before long. Timmy says there was something in his room. Sylvia looks under his bed and in his closet, but finds nothing unusual. She talks him down, then gets him settled back into bed. She feels like the Freddy mask is watching her.

- The next morning, Sylvia hears rustling in the backyard while she's making breakfast. When she looks outside, she sees a strange man looking through her window from outside. The man in young, in his early 20s, and apologizes for scaring her. Deciding that the man "didn't look like a serial killer," "dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and [looking] like a college kid," she opens the door to see what he wants.

- The young man claims to be looking for his dog that got off its leash on their walk. Sylvia immediately notes that the man isn't holding a leash, and grows rightfully suspicious. The man comments on the remnants of birthday party decorations around her backyard, noting that they're Freddy Fazbear themed. He seems weirdly excited that some kids still have an interest in Freddy's. Deciding their conversation is over, Sylvia wishes him good luck in finding his alleged dog and closes the door on him.

- Timmy comes in for breakfast. He mentions that the murdered children at Freddy's were there for a birthday party, then says that their bodies were found lined up against the wall. When Sylvia assumes he learned about this on the internet, Timmy tells her he "was there." His voice sounds different from normal when he talks about it.

- (Remember, we're dealing with a different timeline of events in this series. In this timeline, William Afton killed 6 kids at Freddy's one night, but didn't hide their bodies. The kids were found the next day, and, while we don't know if Afton was caught or went to jail or anything, everyone knew he did it and discuss this information openly.)

- Timmy to his mother, in the strange voice: "Don't worry. You're nice, so there's no reason to hurt you." ( 0_o !!)

- Timmy goes to a friend's for a sleepover that night, leaving Sylvia with the house to herself. She doesn't feel like she's alone, though; she expects something to jump out at her from an air vent. She then hears scraping in the ceiling above her; fearful that she has racoons or something, she gets a stepladder and takes a look in the attic, where the sound was coming from.

- While standing on the ladder, she feels something grab her ankle. Thankfully, it's only Timmy, who tells her that his friend fell asleep early, so the other boy's mom brought Timmy home early. The mom also calls Sylvia on the phone to let her know that Timmy was behaving oddly at the sleepover, acting like he'd never seen a game console or a tablet before, and how he kept talking about the murders that happened at Freddy's. Timmy's behavior was so strange, it upset his friend, so the other boy's mother sent her son to bed early and took Timmy home.

- While grocery shopping the next day, Timmy speaks in a different voice, requesting foods that he claims he loves, but foods that Sylvia knows for sure that he hates. When she questions his food choices, not-Timmy yells and throws a temper tantrum. His manner of speech and movements are so odd, Sylvia becomes very scared, and she decides then and there to take him to a psychologist.

- "Why was [Sylvia] so nervous? A person's child should not make them this nervous!"

- (While not directly addressed by this story's narrative, I like that Timmy and not-Timmy have different speaking patterns. Not-Timmy sounds older than Timmy, and seems to have a broader vocabulary.)

- Sylvia does the dishes after dinner, and screams when she sees a strange face looking in through the kitchen window. She dials 9-1-1, telling them that someone is stalking her home. After hanging up the phone, she hears movement in Timmy's room, and she runs to see if her son is okay.

- Timmy is sitting on his bed, talking to an adult-sized shadow. When Sylvia enters the room, the shadow turns to look at her with beady eyes, then slinks up the wall and into an air vent.

- Before Sylvia can process what she just saw, two police officers arrive. She tells that she saw a "young, Caucasian man" peering into her house through a window, and the officers go to check out the area outside.

- "Sylvia had lied. It was not okay. In fact, nothing was okay." (Mood, tbh.)

- This brings us back to Dr. Munroe's office, as Sylvia finishes telling the doctor the whole story. The child psychologist thinks Timmy is upset about something, possibly missing the dad he never knew, and is dissociating. She wants to keep seeing him, so she can help figure out what specifically is bothering Timmy, and then help him work through it.

- Sylvia takes Timmy to stay at her parents house for a few days, not feeling safe in her own house.

- At dinner, Sylvia's father makes steak for the family to eat. When he sees Timmy is unable to cut his piece of meat, the older man picks up his own large, sharp knife and approaches the boy to help him. Timmy sees the knife and flies into a rage, attacking his grandfather and tackling the man to the floor, yelling at him "Don't hurt Timmy!"

- "'I just saw the knife,' Timmy said, 'and I had to protect the others.'" He doesn't tell his mother or grandparents who 'the others' are.

- That night, after Timmy is sent to bed, Sylvia's parents talk to her about her and Timmy's problems, expressing concern for their daughter and grandson.

- Going to bed herself, Sylvia hears a chorus of dogs barking outside. Her parents' dog, Boo, is on alert, barking and growling at something. When Sylvia goes to check if the barking has woken Timmy up, she finds his bed empty, and the window beside it wide open. She looks out the window, and sees Timmy walking across the yard, holding hands with a tall shadow.

- Panicking, Sylvia runs out of her parents' house, chasing after her son. Timmy doesn't hear her call his name after him, or at least seems to ignore her.

- Sylvia is grabbed by a man, who she recognizes as the young man who showed up 'searching for his dog,' and also as the face that peered in through the window at her home. She yells at him, wanting to know why he's followed her and her son to her parent's house.

- The man answers her screamed questions with gentle tones, telling her he just needs her to listen to him for a minute. He introduces himself as Mike, the security guard at the old Freddy Fazbear's Pizza building. (M… Michael?!) He tells her someone broke into the building a few weeks ago and stole the head off of Freddy. He thinks that Timmy's Freddy mask may not be a mask, but rather the real Freddy's stolen head, and expresses concern for what Freddy's head could do to Timmy.

- Sylvia: "How do I know I can trust you?" Mike, nonplussed: "You don't."

- Smiling sheepishly, Mike admits that he broke into Sylvia's house while she and Timmy were out earlier today, and that he stole the Freddy mask from them. Sylvia is angry, but is more concerned about her son being taken by a shadow creature. Mike implies that he know who or what the shadow is, and tells her that he knows where they're going. Mike convinces her to come with him, and to get in his car, where he drives her to an abandoned part of town, parking the car outside of Freddy's.

- Sylvia is constantly aware that Mike may very well be a serial killer leading her to her doom. She becomes especially on edge when he stops outside the old Freddy's building.

- When she asks about it, Mike admits that this building is the very place where children were murdered. Taking the Freddy head, Mike leads Sylvia into the building. Inside, they see Timmy standing on the stage, right between Bonnie and Chica, singing alongside them.

- Sylvie rushes toward her son, intending to grab him right off the stage. She's stopped by "black and white striped tentacles" that shoot out of the walls and wrap around her arms, legs, and waist, stopping her in her tracks. Another tentacle wraps around her neck, almost strangling her. (*opens mouth* … *closes mouth* Nope. I'm not going to say anything. I'm just going to leave that image where it is.)

- Mike yells at the tentacles in surprise, seemingly not knowing what they even are. Sylvie begs him to save her son, and Mike tells her that he has to wait a minute first, strangely knowledgeable about dealing with a child possessed by another child.

- During a certain point of the song, Mike climbs onto the stage with Timmy and the animatronics, depositing the Freddy head over Timmy. After the bear's eyes start glowing (I assume this means the spirit of Gabriel returns to Freddy, and separates from Timmy), Mike pulls the bear head back off the boy, then removes Timmy from the stage.

- The Puppet lowers from the ceiling, and Mike cries out in panicked fear. Simultaneously, the Freddy animatronic, sans head, walks across the room; he climbs up on the stage, puts his head back on, and joins Bonnie and Chica in song. (I love everything about this scene.) The Puppet looks at Freddy and the others, then releases Sylvia from its tentacles, its entire body retreating back into the walls and ceiling of the building.

- Mike runs out of the building with Sylvia and Timmy. They all climb into Mike's car, and he offers to drive them home.

- On the ride home, Sylvia asks Mike for more information about what happened, and Mike tells her that "something was alive in that Freddy Fazbear head, and when Timmy put it on, that something alive went inside him." Timmy pipes up, saying that he was aware that something was in his head with him. Mike also says that he thinks the shadow was helping, and trying to "get [Gabriel's spirit] out of Timmy." Mike swears both Sylvia and Timmy to secrecy about the whole incident.

- Sylvia and Timmy go home and crash, sleeping soundly all night. They get up the next morning and have chocolate chip pancakes. Both are very happy to have their week of horror behind them, and look forward to never engaging with Freddy's ever again.

. Me, during the second half of this story: "Finally… Canon Mike content."

Mike introduces himself as the security guard for Freddy's, and takes Syvlia to the FNAF1 location, confirming himself as Mike Schmidt. We're told a lot of specific things about him: He's very young, only in his early 20s, and seems to just wear casual clothing all the time. He's bad at acting and lying, and comes off as creepy when he doesn't mean to. He solves a problem by stalking a stranger and breaking into her house. He's very knowledgeable about the ghosts, understanding that they exist and how to contain them to their animatronic bodies when they get out, and doesn't seem to be scared of most of them. He's terrified of the Puppet though, and there's a point where the Puppet approaches him and he's so scared he can't speak.

(And I'm one of those people who thinks Mike Schmidt is Mike Afton under a different name, so I appreciated all of the joking comments about Mike looking/not looking like a serial killer.)

Speaking of… canon content depicting the Puppet in the FNAF1 location? Very interesting…

(But I keep saying "canon content" like this story wasn't scrapped, thereby confirming it as """"""noncanon.""""""")

I actually wonder if it was scrapped because of the Puppet's presence and behavior, because it's described in very similar ways to how Eleanor is described in many of the epilogues, and it would have made it sound like Eleanor and the Puppet were the same entity when they aren't and confused people.

I think the tall shadow thing that Sylvia sees her son with is meant to be Jake, a spirit who goes around helping Fazbear's victims in this series, but it could also be a spiritual projection of the Puppet. I'm basing this off of its appearance (tall and thin, shaped like something akin to a human, with beady eyes) and its behavior (it's very gentle with Timmy, and fiercely protective of both the boy and the spirit within him).

This story also shows us a version of the FNAF1 building where the Puppet is present, haunting the very building itself. The Puppet hasn't shown itself to the security guard yet, since Mike is terrified of the thing and has no idea what it is, but is able to manipulate the walls, ceilings, and other items attached to the building. It reminded me of how the various wall decorations in FNAF1 constantly change by themselves; possibly, this story was meant to retcon that, suggesting that the Puppet is in the FNAF1 building and constantly changing the wall decorations.

Since Eleanor is the main problem throughout the majority of this series, it's possible that she was the one who broke into Freddy's and stole Freddy's head to sell on Ebay… Which is a hilarious concept, ngl. Can you imagine a scaryass robot doll with claws and Agony tentacles, breaking into an old pizzeria and just… walking out with Freddy's head? And then setting up an Ebay account to make money off of it? Ridiculously funny.

And Mike... sir, you literally have one (1) job! You're supposed to keep people from breaking in and stealing anything! You failed at the one thing you're supposed to do! My man, you are going to get fiiiirred!

#five nights at freddy's #fazbear frights #a brief analysis #my thoughts #yes this is how I chose to spend my labor day weekend

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musical over horror shenanigans

Characters: Juyeon & You

Setting : fluff, slice of life

Summary: Changmin throws a horror-themed Halloween party but you refuse to dress up as a horror-movie character. Turns out, you aren’t the only one.

Warning: alcohol consumption, cheesiness

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Inspired by Juyeon’s last year Halloween outfit at The Show.

You had never been a dressing up person, so you weren't fond of Halloween parties either with all those tacky costumes.

But Changmin was your friend, so there was no way you would miss his get-together even if his love for horror freaked you out. You knew that when he told you that the party would be movie-themed he meant those classic scary movies but there was no way you would dress up like Annabelle or something like that. So finding a hole in his plan to drag all his friends into expanding their horror genre knowledge, you decided to dress up as someone from a classic movie, yes, but it was nowhere near horror. Not to mention it saved you from the embarrassment of wearing bloody makeup, smudged lipstick or fake vampire teeth.

"Girl, you look so good but Changmin will whine so much," Chanhee clicked his tongue in amusement when he picked you up in front of your dorm complex.

"His fault for not including on his horror themed party invitation that he meant the movie costumes to be horrorish as well," you shrugged making the last fixes on your curled hair and smiled at the vampire lord Chanhee in mischief. The two of you took off to meet with the rest of your friends at Changmin's place.

The boy had a lot of friends, both from the dance team and outside of it, so the small apartment he shared with Sunwoo was already bustling with life by the time you got there. You had seen numerous vampires, Edwards Scissorhands, ghosts, girls dressed as creepy anime characters and others you didn’t recognize because you probably hadn’t paid attention when Changmin was talking about that certain scary movie, so most people either went for classic Halloween attire or kept themselves to the horror movie theme.

"Y/N… you and Juyeon seriously," the host in his Kingdom-like (as in the hit kdrama) zombie attire rolled his red eyes at you when he took the box of beers you brought as a gift. You furrowed your eyes at him, not understanding what Juyeon had to do with anything. Also his lack of lecturing was also weird but you rather not asked why he was so cool with your Sandy outfit. Though Chanhee wasn't one to stay quiet in a situation like this.

"What's with Juyeon?"

"You'll see. Disrespectful brats," Changmin tsked at you and mumbled something about him knowing that you teamed up with Juyeon for this boycott while walking away to greet the next ones.

To be honest, you could totally imagine Juyeon not being down for his idea because for such a buff and confident guy, the typical athlete stereotype, he was a scaredy cat when it came to horror movies much to Changmin's pleasure. And to your relief, because at least you had someone else other than the maknaes against the chipmunk smiley boy's horror enthusiasm. The four of you would had rather watched Disney movies or cheesy kdramas than horror.

"Okay, I'll find the boys," Chanhee looked at you in question wondering what you were up to. You could have looked for your other friends from uni to catch up even though you knew the guys would have welcomed you anytime.

"Imma get drinks and join you a bit later," you told him and turned towards the kitchen because you were craving a good mojito. There were only a few people you would have trusted with your drink other than yourself and you hadn't seen Jacob or Sangyeon yet.

However, instead of them you found Juyeon in the kitchen wearing tight pants and a leather jacket over his broad shoulders. He had gotten an undercut since the last time you had seen him and styled his hair in a way that was popular in the iconic Grease movie. Was that eyeliner he had put on?

“So you’re supposed to be Danny Zuko?” you leaned against the counter, watching him fish out a beer from the fridge.

Juyeon looked taken aback for a moment when he turned around, taking in the sight of your curled hair, high waist leather pants and off shoulder tee. But then his surprise soon morphed into amusement and he grinned.

“What gave it away, Sandy? The leather jacket or the new hair?” he leaned close from the other side of the counter and you found it funny that both of you chose a character from the movie you saw together lately. Funny how it might have looked for an outsider: the two of you as Grease characters at a horror themed party.

“Changmin actually. He warned me about your costume,” you admitted with a little smile in the corner of your mouth and a shrug. "He called us disrespectful for teaming up against him."

“In my defense I misunderstood the dress code,” Juyeon said sheepishly and truthfully, you weren't exactly surprised. He could be surprisingly naive at times. It was endearing, so much that you could barely believe that a guy looking like him could be so cute. But maybe his type of guys were the reason why the don't judge a book by its cover saying even existed.

“I didn’t, I just used his phrasing as a loophole," you replied, not ashamed of your rebellious act before you walked to the other side of the counter to prepare yourself a drink.

You acted as if you didn't notice the athlete's eyes on you the whole time and casually asked about his decision for the haircut and when they would have their next match. Talking with Juyeon was easy, he was a nice conversation partner: open-minded, a good listener, with interesting topics. You especially liked how you could fluster him easily with only a few of the right words while at times he said something borderline flirty that made you wonder whether he meant it. According to Chanhee your feelings for him were painfully obvious but either Juyeon was more oblivious than he seemed or he was just kind not to tell you to stop because your flirting made him uncomfortable. He was a popular guy, you see, he could have had anyone and just because you had similar taste in movies, food and conversation topics, it didn't mean he felt that sparkle that made you excited whenever you were around him.

"Guys, come and join Truth or Dare," Eric came up to find you two still in the kitchen only to drag you to the living room where some of your friends sat in a circle with a bottle in the middle. It was such a silly game but fun as well, so you didn't mind joining, especially not in the pursuit of setting up Jaein from the dance team with Younghoon. Those two had been pining over each other since the start of semester and you really couldn't watch it anymore. Hence the moment, the bottle landed on the quiet boy, you whispered an idea into Juyeon's ear and Younghoon ended up admitting that there was someone he liked here, at the party. Then you saw Eric dancing on the table (Sunwoo's dare) or Jaehyun drinking some disgusting cocktail made by Kevin (the Canadian boy's dare). The truth options weren't that funny or exciting but you cooed when Changmin's girlfriend made him tell everyone what he liked in her. Then it was his turn to spin and the bottle landed on you for the first time tonight and you immediately knew it meant nothing good, not with Changmin and his evil smirk at the other end.

"Dare," you decided quickly, biting the bullet because you wouldn't have lived it down if he called you out all the time for being a coward. You weren't one!

"Well then, I dare you to dance with Juyeon since you two decided to cheat out on my dress code to a song of my choice," the host said and you were surprisingly relieved to hear such an easy dare. That's it? Just any dance? With Juyeon? You were totally down for it, even if it was in front of your friends. You were a part of the hip hop dance team for god’s sake, it wasn't anything extra. If it was embarrassing, it could only be for Ju–

'You are the one I want ooh ooh ooh honey…' started blasting from the speakers the next moment and you squint your eyes at Changmin.

"You're a menace," you hissed but he just grinned and waved his hands to encourage you to start dancing while basically the whole guest crowd turned towards you and started clapping to the rhythm of the Grease movie song.

You glanced at Juyeon since this situation could have been more embarrassing for him than for you but he seemed kind of determined as he got up and held out a hand for you to take.

"Dance with me, Sandy," he smirked at you and this was the moment you stopped caring about the dare, the audience, you just took his hand and danced with him to this old song using all the classic, cliché dance moves you had seen in the movie and could recreate while trying not to think of the lines 'You better shape up ‘cause I need a man and my heart is set on you'. Changmin couldn't have had any dissatisfied word about your dare execution.

"It was fun," you told Juyeon later, chuckling when you finally got away from the crowd after finishing the game. "I didn't know you could dance."

"I can't, it was bearable thanks to my coordination skills working well due to football," he shrugged, not accepting the compliment which made you let out a huff. You had met bad dancers before, a ton at parties like this and it was totally okay to enjoy dancing even with zero rhythm sense but you wouldn't have considered Juyeon a bad dancer at all. He just couldn't see it.

"Sure, coordination skills," you hummed, drumming with your painted nails over the fence and a fond smile dancing on your lips. You liked how even silence wasn’t uncomfortable around Juyeon. He had his own quiet moments and you were okay with that. “Honestly, I expected something more embarrassing dare from Changmin,” you added with a chuckle because looking back it wasn’t bad at all and based on his smile, the athlete agreed.

“Don’t jinx it, the party’s not over yet,” he shushed you but he wasn’t totally right about that because ten minutes later, Eric found the two of you on the balcony, lunging himself all over Juyeon’s back, whining about Sunwoo not letting him nap in his bed and asking whether he became a vampire just by drinking blood (read: punch), you decided it was time to go home no matter how lovely it was to watch Juyeon interact with the younger. Honestly, the way he had taken the younger footballer under his wings when he started university had never failed to make you smile faintly. Juyeon was a softie even if he wouldn’t have admitted it. It made you fall even harder.

You looked for Chanhee inside the flat since he was your designated driver and despite refusing to handle drunk Eric, he agreed to take the two boys home too. The car ride was filled with the vampire lord boy complaining about the terrible and untasteful decoration around Changmin’s house and how he had freaked out when a Chucky doll creeped him out in the bathroom. You shared an amused look with Juyeon at that while he tried to keep Eric back from puking in the car. When you got to their shared apartment, you helped him by opening doors and calling the elevator while he was basically carrying the half-asleep, half-drunk boy. After finally being tucked into bed, Eric was out of it in a minute, leaving Juyeon to walk you out of the flat but by the threshold there seemed to be something unsaid that held both of you back from saying goodbye.

“He might have dressed as a killer but if this was a horror movie, he would be the first one to die,” you broke the silence referring to Eric being way too enthusiastic and cutely naive which made the guy laugh.

“Then I would be second,” he added and knowing how slow he could be sometimes at picking up hints (like come on, you have been flirting with him for months!), you had to agree.

“Good thing it’s not a horror movie. But you know, if this was a different kind of movie, I bet there would already be some cringe song playing,” you wondered aloud with a little smile on your red lips, thinking of Grease and other musicals having a song for every situation, even for standing in the middle of a corridor. Especially with the way Juyeon looked at you under the dim light.

“If this was a movie, I would kiss you goodbye,” he said so casually and smoothly that you couldn’t tell whether he was still speaking hypothetically or not. You raised an eyebrow at him, not bothered by the step he took to diminish the distance between the two of you.

“I would let you,” you whispered into the eerie silence, looking deep into the boy’s dark eyes, breath hitching by his closeness which seemed to be more intoxicating than any alcohol from before. You felt your heart beat faster as the seconds stretched on and you were ready to reach out and grab on Juyeon’s leather jacket to pull him close, to tell him to finish what he started…

But then a loud honking sound pulled you out of your reverie probably thanks to Chanhee’s impatience. You groaned and punched Juyeon in the chest when he had the nerve to laugh.

“We’re a classic, baby. Let me take you out for a milkshake first,” he smiled down at you with eyes turning into crescents. Huh, even the milkshake idea fit the Grease concept.

“Deal,” you smiled back because how could you have said no to that? Maybe you will have to thank Changmin for holding this party after all.

#juyeon x reader #the boyz x reader #the boyz x you #tbz x reader #juyeon fluff #stories #won't have wifi on halloween so here we go

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seekingseven · 3 years

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Another drabble request: how does Four find out about Twilight's wolf form?

Linked Universe Prompt Requests #8!

Oh, that's a great question! Here's one possible way it could have gone down...

⚠️CW: Alcohol Mention! ⚠️

(You can also read the fic here on Ao3!)

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Four was not the kind of person who spent his evenings in a places like this, and he knew Twilight and Time weren't either.

Maybe that was why he was so uncomfortable.

Music pulsed through the floor, amplified by the tavern's high ceilings and the patrons' warbling voices. Drinks clinked, beer frothed, and lantern light clotted over polished countertops. Across the room, a red-lipped waitress tossed a red-faced patron a pinched smile, the kind that crinkled at the edges with professional, faux patience, and the man let out a wheedling chuckle. A group of boys howled at each other as glossy cards splashed across their table. Behind the bartop, a tenderfaced bartender dropped a stack of glass mugs, and a nearby group of tipsy women had begun to crackle out the Hylian national anthem.

Four pressed his hands over his eyes and tried to cough out the smell of vomit and rotting sweat. No use. Spirals pulsed at the edges of his vision--he was pressing too hard--and he let his hands slide into his lap. The muscles in his neck tensed as he slipped deeper into Twilight's pocket.

This was not what he had in mind when he had decided to follow Time and Twilight on their "quick, fifteen minute errand." He had been right in deducing it was more than that, of course; reports of local children going missing near a known monster hideout hadn't inspired confidence in Four that grocery shopping was all on the two's minds.

But, a tavern?

To each their own, he supposed, but he couldn't entirely stifle the little flame of disappointment in his chest.

Adrenaline gushed through his throat as the world swung around him; Twilight was moving again. Vibrations thudded through the cloth around him. The overhead lanterns flickered crazily, blocked by Twilight's shoulders one minute and blazing down his backside the next. Four shielded his eyes under his hands and stared at his knees. This whole shrinking thing had been a bad--terrible--idea. He could only hope that Time and Twilight had a lower alcohol tolerance than they appeared to.

The movements stop, and Four sighed as the acid in his throat slipped back down. A booming echoed from overhead, and Four couldn't help but wonder if this is what the Minish had to deal with whenever he came to visit.

"Is Mr.Garto here?"

Four's ears perked up; that was Twilight's voice, and that was the name of the man who had first begun reporting the disappearances. Interest piqued, he righted himself until he as peering just over the small slip of space between the pocket and Twilight's tunic. If he turned just enough, he could catch a glimpse of Time's legs and the mahogany bartop behind them.

"He's not here right now," a voice whispered. The muscles crisscrossing Four's chest cinched. That wasn't the sound of a bored bartender, or a dolled up waitress, that was...

"A child?" Time asked, voice thick with its typical lack of tack. "Where are your parents? A tavern is no place for a boy your age."

Silence--at least, between the three parties. The debauched din around them showed no interest in smothering itself for the sake of dramatic tension.

"My parents work here," the voice replied. It was soft, but there was a bristle underneath it; a boy, Four would bet, and a frightened one at that. "My dad's Mr.Garto. Amerigo Garto. He's out right now. If you have questions, then you can, uh, demect them to me."

"Cute," Twilight murmured, voice lowered so that he was its only listener. Four would have rolled his eyes if he didn't happen to also find the childish mispronunciation endearing.

"Very well then," Time cut in. Whatever spell the boy's subtle stutter had cast on Twilight was lost on him, judging from the clipped words and serious tone. "Please tell your father that we would like to speak to him about the abductions. If he has any information, he's welcome to contact us. Here's the postal address of the inn my teammates and I are staying in."

A shuffle of cloth, and the faint sound of a hand bumping a counter. Four pulled his arms over the pocket and strained his neck to the side. The cloth around him dipped under his weight, threatening to give, and Four flinched so hard that he slipped back inside.

"You're looking for them?" the voice came again. "The lost kids?"

Time chuckled. The paternal sound felt oddly out of place in the drunken supernova around them. "Of course we are. We have an idea of where they might be, so we wanted to get in contact with your father to see if he had any more information."

Twilight leaned forward, letting both his pocket and his pocket-sized stowaway swing along with him. "We'll find them for sure. Don't worry."

"You will? Do you think you can find them? My sister and my puppy, I mean."

"Your sister?" Time asked.

"Your puppy?" Twilight added.

The boy's voice seemed smaller, now, lighter, and it took little imagination to envision the pale faced, blue-eyed seven ear old that was undoubtedly cowering under the others' combined stares. "Yes. They were the first to go missing, sir. Sirs. I hope you can find them. Let...let me know if I can help."

Across the bar, someone threw a bottle of wine against the wall. Glass powdered around the purple stain in the wood. Twilight flinched. A gaggle of teenage laughed in their testosterone-saturated way, unabashedly amused at the adults making spectacles of themselves, and Four stifled the urge to slap all of them.

"We will," Time said. His voice was a breath's distance from inaudible. "Take care, little one. We'll speak to you soon."

A mumble of agreement, muffled, and Four clutched the fabric of Twilight's pocket as the world spun on his heel. Left, right, left; he was swaying with each pull and pinch of movement, and he caught only a heartbeat's glimpse at the boy before Twilight and Time exited the tavern.

He looked exactly as Four had imagined him to.

"That's so sad," Twilight murmured, letting the tavern door close softly behind him. "I hope we find them."

"We will. Hopefully Garto gets in contact with us soon. For now, we'll just need to brief the others and see if there are any other locals who might have more information."

"Yeah, yeah. That sound about right."

This time, the silence was real. Only the sounds of feet squelching against mud and dirt interrupted their thoughts.

Twilight stopped. Four gripped the back of his head and hissed as it bonked against the raised metal of Twilight's scabbard.

"Hold on," the rancher began, "I forgot something back there."

"Forgot? What?"

"...something. I'll be back. Don't wait for me."

"Sure. Try to not stay out to long, though."

Twilight assured he wouldn't, then turned heel. Feet against the floor, night air, cold, and then a flush of heat. The air is stuffy again, and the quiet is gone, and Four is peering precariously between gaps in the pocket stitching. He thumps against the back of Twilight's leg as the rancher makes another sharp turn. It's a wonder that the rancher hasn't grown suspicious of the wiggling in his pocket yet.

But perhaps he was too occupied to grow suspicious, because Twilight slowed to a stop and leaned forward on what Four assumes to be the bartop.

"Is the kid still here?"

A grainy voice responded with a huff and grunt. "No, he went outside. Just through the hallway. Something about wanting to play hopstoch."

"Ah, okay. Thank you."

Another snort. "If you find him, tell him to come back inside. It's too dark to be out alone."

Twilight made a sound that could have been construed to be somewhat affirmative, then hurried out the door. The evening breeze, greased with the steam and sweat spilling from the tavern's backdoor, greeted them again. A clink of metal and the cloth ruffling; Four furrowed his eyebrows. What was Twilight up to?

It was the last cohesive thought he would have for a good minute.

The cotton confines around him popped out of existence. Air rushed against his head and through his air as he fell, weightless, and he had barely processed the fact that Twilight had vanished before he thumped against a tree stump. Dazed but unharmed, he sat up, eyes widening.

In the place where Twilight had stood mere moments ago was a massive grey wolf.

A wolf...

Wolfie?

"Who's there?" someone whispered. A figure on the other side of the backyard inched forward, and Four's throat tightened when he recognized it as the boy from earlier. His eyes were red. Little hopstotch stones dangled between his fingers, shining and unused.

The wolf--Wolfie--barked. The boy flinched, squeezing his elbows to his sides. Wolfie barked again, insistent, and wagged his tail furiously. Blue eyes watched silently as Wolfie rolled on his side, then chased his tail, then made an impressive show of chasing a terrified chipmunk through the yard. Gradually, the boy's eyebrows slipped downwards. Wolfie let out another bark. A whisper of a smile pinched at the boy's mouth.

"Where did you come from, big guy?"

Wolfie barked again, advancing further and, when the boy didn't recoil, butted his head against scabbed knees. The boy laughed again. Wolfie's tail wagged harder.

"You're so big! Who's your owner? They must take really good care of you. And you look really strong, too. Look at these muscles!"

The boy carefully closed a hand around Wolfie's paw, then lifted it upwards. Strength roiled beneath an oily coat, and the boy let out a small gasp of awe.

"Wow! You look even tougher than my sister! Hey, wanna play hopscotch with me? I think you would be good at it."

If Wolfie licking the boy's face wasn't confirmation enough, him hopping towards the dilapidated hopscotch court was. The boy laughed with delight and rubbed Wolfie's snout, giggling harder as the wolf licked a wet strip across his cheek.

"Huh," Four murmured, picking stray wood chips out of his hair and grinning to himself. "Looks like we both have a little secret."

~~ Fine ~~ I hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much for reading! [Previous Request] - [Next Request!]

#linkeduniverse #linkeduniverse twilight #linkeduniverse wolfie #minish four #linkeduniverse fanfic #so sorry for the plethora of typos here im just #this fic turned out to be a lot more of a challenge than i thought it would be #haha!#hope you enjoy!#seeking's prompt requests #ope forgot a tag #linkeduniverse four

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redscharlach · 5 years

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Otter Emojis: Rated

I’m not saying that I’m the fount of all otter-related knowledge, but I was tragically slow to realize that an otter emoji has been introduced. Well, technology being what it is, MANY otter emojis are now available, so how about a spot of qualitative analysis?

Buckle in, people. These otters are going to get rated.

Apple Otter: Fluffy and curious, relaxed but alert, little rock at the ready, this is an archetypal adorable otter pal. 10/10.

Google Otter: Cute but try-hard. Big on giggling excitement but it may well end in tired-and-emotional tears before bedtime. 7.5/10.

Samsung Otter: Dead-eyed and disappointingly ratty. Long since gave up frolicking in favour of dossing in front of the telly waiting for a Dominos triple-tuna pizza to arrive. 4/10.

Microsoft Otter: A badly drawn Cubist moustache. 1/10.

JoyPixels Otter: Sweet-faced with strange shading that creates a ghostly glow. Soft friend but may dematerialize at any moment. 8/10.

OpenMoji Otter: A mildly embarrassed chipmunk plummeting from a 12th-floor window. 2/10.

Emojipedia Otter: Unottery on every level. An ugly taxidermied monkey with the texture of grease and wrongness. 0/10.

WhatsApp Otter: Anxiously introspective. May well be floating in a pool of her own tears but I kind of hate to ask. 5/10.

Facebook Otter: Pretty but self-centred. Overplays the roly-poly posing in the hope that you won’t notice her face looks a bit like a bum. 7/10.

Twitter Otter: Chunky of whisker and boopable of nose, this is a heaven’s-eye view of an otter as God intended. And lo, the Non-Existent Supreme Being regularly looks down upon her creations and says "You guys. I can't stay mad at you." 9/10.

I shall be taking no further questions at this point.

#otters #otter #otter emoji #otters who look like things other than benedict cumberbatch #cabin pressure

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

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Someone You Loved (Part 3)

Summary: The reader is the daughter of a well known mafia boss in her city and is used to an easy going life. When her father is arrested along with his crew, the reader is forced into a different life full of lies and adversity. Worst of all, her boyfriend of the past year, Dean, is an undercover cop who put her father away. She’s perfectly content with never seeing Dean again but he has a habit of making his way back into her life…

Pairing: Cop!Dean x Mafia!reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, angst, harassment

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You’d just finished jotting down the last of your math notes when the doorbell rang the next day. You heard your dad answer as you hopped up from your desk and grabbed your purse, quickly out in the hall. Dean was wearing a loose open flannel, smiling at something your dad was saying to him.

“Ready?” asked Dean.

“Mhm,” you said, cocking your head at him in his plain clothes.

“Small department. We don’t have much of a dress code,” he said with a smile.

“Being the boss has its perks,” said your dad.

“It does indeed,” said Dean. “I figured we could grab a bite here in Deer Creek? So I can get you back in time for class.”

“Oh, she can take the classes whenever she wants. She’s already two weeks ahead of the curriculum,” said your dad.

“Dean does have work, dad,” you said. “Come on.”

Dean gave him a smile before you were both piling into Baby, Dean driving for a few minutes before finding the cafe on main street, the two of you seated quickly.

“Your dad looks different. Way less stressed out,” said Dean.

“Being a bum will do that to you,” you said. “I’m trying to figure out ways of getting him out of the house more to be honest.”

“He could get involved with town stuff. These small towns are full of those meetings and boards,” said Dean.

“Maybe. How’s the town council going?” you asked.

“It’s alright. I had a meeting this morning on it. There’s a lot of stupid stuff in my opinion on it but you know, these people don’t have much else to do,” he said.

“You’ve never been afraid of taking charge,” you said.

“I came here so I could get away from that sort of thing,” he said.

“You came to hide,” you said.

“I’m okay with a quiet little life,” he said.

“You really want to live in Hawthorne forever?”

“I wanted a slower pace job. I can do what I’m supposed to and that’s it. They had a spot open and I knew it was close to you,” he said, pursing his lips. “Someone needs to watch your back. You have a knack for finding trouble.”

“I find the trouble? Look who’s talking,” you laughed. He shrugged, thanking the waitress when she brought over your drinks.

“Deer Creek’s a nice place,” he said. “Near the woods and mountains. It’s pretty here.”

“Hawthorne is pretty too. It’s quieter is all,” you said. “It feels like the middle of nowhere.”

“I mean, there’s nothing on the other side of Hawthorne so it kind of is. I’ve heard there’s lots of good hiking and camping around. There’s a big outdoors store here I’ve been told,” he said.

“That sounds fun,” you said. “I should totally get my dad to go hiking.”

“That’s a great idea. He’s looking a little rounder than I remember,” he chuckled.

“He was like that after my mom died too,” you said.

“How’d you snap him out of it?”

“We started to hang out more. Dad was not the mafia boss anymore but just dad, you know? Now that I know what he was really up to, I know he’s a better person than I gave him credit for,” you said.

“He still was a money launderer,” said Dean with a smirk. “But there’s a reason they never tried to get him for anything. I think out of your family only your cousin Mark had like a public intoxication arrest on him and I mean, that was Mark so that’s not surprising.”

“Do you know what happened to all of them?” you asked.

“I think most of them stayed in their new towns where it was safe, started living normal lives. Your cousin Sarah is going to art school in Florida I think,” he said.

“Good for her,” you said.

“It’s probably a blessing in disguise you know. Your family all have normal jobs, no records. They got out before something bad happened,” he said.

“How’s Sam?” you asked. He shrugged. “He still undercover?”

“No. He...he’s actually transferring to the Deer Creek department. He got in a bit of trouble for telling you the truth. But he trusted you,” said Dean.

“I’d like to have a civil conversation with him for once,” you said. “Tell him Gary was a super dick.”

“He was, wasn’t he?” teased Dean. You bit your bottom lip, Dean giving you a smile. “What?”

“Why’d you blow up at the bar that night? I mean, you knew that was Sam playing Gary after all. Couldn’t you have blown your cover?” you asked.

“Yeah. I could only take so much though, even pretend,” he said. You nodded and were both quiet for a few minutes, your salad coming out and a tiny smile on your face as you caught Dean eating one of his own. “What?”

“I thought you didn’t eat rabbit food,” you said.

“I’m trying to,” he said, picking at the meat in his bowl first. “So. You go to school everyday?”

“It’s all online. Aside from a few timed tests on certain days, it’s more go at your own pace. I figure with summer classes, I’ll get a degree in three years instead of four,” you said.

“What about your college classes from high school? You would have gone in with credits,” he said.

“I...totally forgot about those actually,” you said.

“See if they’ll take ‘em. You’re just looking for a degree right? Maybe you can save yourself a semester,” he said.

“I told you about that like, once,” you said.

“I am very good at remembering,” he said, poking at the rest of his salad.

“Excuse me,” you said when your waitress went past. “Can we get a BLT wrap instead of the salad?”

“Sure thing,” she said, taking the bowl away.

“Thanks,” said Dean, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Baby steps,” you said.

“Baby steps,” he said.

His new food came out a few minutes later, Dean telling you about the local area as he ate. He’d been there about a week or so. He was staying in the previous police chief’s house on the edge of town. He was a bit miffed that there was no garage with it but he figured he could always add one later on.

He started to talk about Baby, a topic you knew he could on about for hours and hours if left to his own devices. You smiled as he spoke and ate his wrap, Dean loosening up and acting like his old self.

“What’s with the goofy look?” he asked with a chuckle. You shook your head.

“You sound like you again is all,” you said.

“You always did like listening to me talk about Baby,” he said.

“You don’t get between a boy and his first love,” you teased.

“No. You don’t,” he said, twitching his lip up. “You got a little…”

He wiped at the corner of his mouth, your tongue jutting out around yours.

“Still didn’t get it,” he said as he leaned over, wiping off a bit of dressing with a napkin. “Perfect.”

“Thanks,” you said.

“No problem,” he said.

“You shaved this morning,” you said. He ran his hand over his jaw, a little hair there but much more like you were used to. “It looks good.”

“I was due for one,” he said. “I got to head back to work but maybe I’ll see you at Breacher’s tonight?”

“Yeah. I’ll be working,” you said.

“Good. I’ll make sure to swing by then.”

Two Weeks Later

“Are you two sure you ain’t dating?” asked Mel. You smirked behind the bar top as you poured his refill, Dean hiding his smile as he bit into his burger.

“They flirt enough,” said Victor, Dean chuckling and wiping off his mouth. “What do you say chief?”

“It’s complicated,” said Dean.

“Extremely,” you said.

“Eh, it ain’t that complicated,” said Mel.

“Trust us,” you said, wiping down the bar, surprised when Victor stood up. “Just the one drink tonight?”

“Yeah. I ought to go spend some time with my wife,” he said. “Night.”

“Night Vic,” said Dean, Mel raising an eyebrow when he left. “There a story there?”

“They been fighting a lot lately. I keep telling the idiot to spend some time with her,” he said.

“Maybe he’s finally listening,” you said. Mel nodded and knocked back his drink.

“I should take that advice myself. I’ll see you kiddos around,” he said.

“Drive safe, Mel,” you said.

“Do I smell or something?” teased Dean.

“Oh yes. It’s quite horrifying,” you said, giving him a laugh after a moment. “Those two should be at home anyways. It’s getting late.”

“It’s nine,” said Dean.

“Late for them,” you said. You cleaned up their plates and glasses, exiting out of the kitchen area a minute later to see another man sitting next to Dean, a head of longer hair on him.

He gave you a friendly if not weary smile.

“Moose,” you said, tossing down a coaster.

“Chipmunk,” he said. “You look good.”

“I was wondering when I’d see you around. Looking like the fifth beatle there,” you teased. Dean snickered in his seat, Sam whacking him in the back of the head. “What’ll it be, Sammy?”

“Just a pepsi. I’m on duty,” said Sam. “Lunch break actually.”

“Want the kitchen to whip something up for ya?” you asked.

“Is there anything not covered in grease?”

“Pie. They make good pie here,” said Dean. “Can I order my pie now too?”

“Pie for Dean and I’ll get a garden salad for you Sam,” you said.

“Thanks,” he said as you jotted it down. His salad was out fast with the kitchen slowing down, Dean wolfing down his pie the second you had it out. “I guess you really are doing better.”

“Told ya so,” said Dean.

“So...you guys dating again?” asked Sam.

“It’s...a work in progress,” you said.

“We both agreed we should wait a little while, give us time to try and get our heads on straight,” said Dean.

“Is that why you smile at your phone like an idiot when she texts you?” asked Sam.

“Shut up,” said Dean.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Sam, turning to you. “About the Gary thing...I’m sorry for all that stuff.”

“You were just doing your job,” you said, setting his second soda down in front of him. “It’s alright, Moose.”

“Oh I see. I do all the groveling groundwork and Sam gets to reap the rewards,” teased Dean.

“Just a tad different, De,” you said.

“Yeah. De,” said Sam with a big smirk.

“At least I have a girlfriend,” mumbled Dean.

“I thought it was a work in progress. Plus I’m married you idiot,” said Sam.

“Didn’t I tell you he was an annoying little shit?” said Dean.

“He’s a little brother. Kind of in the handbook, Dean,” you said.

“I didn’t hear a correction in there,” said Sam.

“You really are a little shit, Sam,” you said.

“Told ya,” said Dean.

“Still,” said Sam. “You two…”

“Leave it alone, Sammy,” said Dean. He dropped it at that, making some small talk as he waited for another slice of pie to come out. You tended to the rest of the bar, the two of them talking about their days. It reminded you of when they’d talk when you were over Dean’s place. It was always kind of cute to you how they checked in everyday.

“Y/N?” asked Sam. You hummed, giving him a smile. “I asked if you were going hiking with us this weekend.”

“I didn’t know I was invited,” you said. Dean glared at Sam, opening his mouth slowly. “Hey. You two should have your brother time.”

“I was gonna ask later,” said Dean quietly. “You got midterms soon and-“

“And Y/N’s coming with,” said Sam. “Right?”

“I’ll think about it,” you said.

“Don’t bug her, Sammy,” said Dean.

“When are you gonna stop being depressed and tell-“

“Really?” said Dean. He stood up and put down some money, Sam looking to you for help. Dean was gone like that though and Sam closed his eyes, rubbing his hands over his face.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” mumbled Sam.

“Probably not,” you said. “It’s why it’s a work in progress, Sam.”

“It’s kind of stupid in my opinion. You’re both still into each other. It wasn’t like you broke up because you stopped liking each other,” he said.

“No. What happened was much worse,” you said. “There’s a lot of hurt feelings there.”

“Then why don’t you hate me as much?” said Sam.

“I didn’t love Gary, Sam. Gary was a dick. One that scared me,” you said. “But you weren’t that much worse than a bad night tending bar or the walk home at three in the morning.”

“He never told you, did he,” said Sam.

“Told me what?”

“There were two regulars at your bar. Hank and a younger guy, Teddy. You never noticed that Teddy always came in just after Hank would head out?” asked Sam. You tilted your head back, Sam taking a sip of his drink. “Dean was concerned. He convinced the department to give you a protection detail in the event that you might be able to help with the organization.”

“So you’re telling me that every night I was creeped out walking home by myself, there was a cop nearby watching my back?”

“Pretty much,” said Sam.

“He didn’t tell me that,” you said. “He’s such an idiot sometimes, I swear.”

“There are worse idiots to wind up with,” said Sam.

“Carl, you mind watching the bar for a minute?” you asked, one of the waiters nodding as you skirted around the top and over to the front door. You poked your head outside, Dean leaning over Baby with his head down. “Winchester!”

He popped his head up and spun around as you headed over, Dean looking behind you, his hand on his gun.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“No. No. You gonna invite me to go hiking?” you asked.

“What’d Sammy say in there?” he asked, dropping his hand away.

“You’re sweet. Nothing I didn’t know already though,” you said. “So, hiking?”

“I’m not…” said Dean, gnawing on his bottom lip, shifting on his feet. You reached out and grabbed his hands, Dean staring down at them. “You know I shove stuff down. You have a way of dragging it up and making me deal with it and I don’t want to deal with...I want to be your boyfriend again. I do. I want it to be the way it used to be but I know it’s never going to be that way. You’ll never trust me like that again and I’ll never not feel guilty. I just need more time to deal with that, okay? Maybe we go hiking next weekend, just us. I need time to-“

“Don’t assume things about me Dean,” you said, dropping his hands.

“A month ago you hated my guts,” he said. “You’ve spent the past few months hating me.”

“Don’t push me away because you’re afraid of feeling something again, Dean,” you said. “Don’t put words in my mouth either.”

“You said-“

“I said a lot of things and most of it when I didn’t know the full picture,” you said, kicking at the ground. “There’s always more secrets, more I didn’t know, Dean.”

“I told you the truth,” he said.

“Then why am I still finding stuff out like I had a police tail on me every night?” you asked. He closed his eyes and sighed, leaning back against the car. “What else aren’t you telling me?”

“I didn’t tell you because it didn’t matter,” he said.

“Actually, it does. Now I knew I was safe back then. So what else are you hiding?”

“Nothing!”

“Dean.”

He wasn’t quick enough to make his face blank but maybe he wanted it that way, wanted you to know there was something he still wasn’t saying. He quickly turned his gaze hard though.

“You always gotta push, don’t you?” he said. “You push and push and push and push. You’re so fucking annoying sometimes. You can’t just let things be. You gotta dig and ask stupid questions and be the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever met in my life. Why do you never, never, shut the fuck up? Please. Just shut up.”

“You know what? Don’t come back to the bar. Ever,” you said as you spun around. “I’m done. We’re done. Fuck you, Dean. Just stay the fuck away from me from now on.”

“How was work?” asked your dad when you came home an hour early. “Feeling alright?”

“I hate that fucking asshole!” you shouted, rubbing your hand over your face. “I should have never...fuck him. Don’t ever answer the door for him again.”

“Y/N-“

“I am done with Dean Winchester. Forever.”

“What the hell are you doing?” you said the next day, storming into Dean’s office as he ate some yogurt.

“Lunch?” he asked.

You slammed the parking ticket down on his desk, Dean raising an eyebrow.

“You pay that over at the front desk?” he asked again, looking you up and down. “Are you on something?”

“I am sick and tired of the police harassing me!” you shouted. Dean leaned forward in his chair and took the ticket, glancing at it.

“Nina. Can you come here a minute?” called Dean. You glared as a cop came in, looking at you wearily. “You write a parking ticket this morning?”

“She was double parked.”

“Double parked my ass,” you said.

“Miss. This is a police station,” she said.

“Oh, don’t go there with me honey,” you said.

“There,” said Dean, ripping it in half. “No ticket. Nina, try not to ticket people for being a little over the line.”

“Alright,” she said, staring at you.

“Back off,” you said. She put a hand on her hip and Dean stood up, grabbing your arm. “Hey!”

“I do not need a fist fight in my office,” he said, leading you out a side door and outside. You shrugged away from him, Dean taking a deep breath. “I didn’t put anyone up to it. Don’t go starting fights with cops.”

“I want you to leave me the fuck alone,” you said.

“Yet you’re the one…” he said, wrinkling his nose. “Go back in the station. Now.”

“No! I-“

“Get the fuck inside,” he said, grabbing your arm hard, practically shoving you back through the door. He locked it behind himself, barely giving you more than a quick glance.

But it was enough.

“You’re still protecting me, aren’t you,” you said.

“Yeah well, deal with it. I had a feeling shit would hit the fan and it’s hitting it,” he said, shoving you back towards the cell area. “Lock the door. It’s the only way in or out. Don’t open for anyone but me or Sammy. Call your dad and tell him Alpha Green two. He knows what it means.”

He left the room and you almost locked the door after him, his hand suddenly on it. He was holding something big and bulky out to you.

His thigh holster with the gun in it.

“Put it on. Point and shoot. Make sure the safety’s off. You got sixteen rounds. Don’t use it if you don’t gotta,” he said.

“Dean, what’s-” you got out before he was out the door. You locked it up after him and strapped the thing on your leg, shaking your head as you pulled out your phone.

“Hey, sweetie,” said your dad when he answered.

“Something weird is...I’m with Dean at the police station and he said to tell you Alpha Green two and I have no idea what is going on,” you said, the other end quiet. “Dad?”

“I’m not gonna see you for a long time, kiddo. I gotta go away for awhile. I want you to stick with Dean. He’ll keep you safe. I know you two got your issues but you’ll work them out,” he said.

“What is happening?” you asked.

“Alpha Green two means get out. Dean saw something he didn’t like so I gotta go,” he said.

“He gave me a gun,” you said.

“You’re gonna have to get out too then. They know if they grab you, then they get me,” he said.

“Dad-”

“Remember where I said I met your mom?” he asked.

“Yeah?”

“October first. You meet me there at noon if it’s safe. That’s how I’ll know it’s safe to come back,” he said.

“Dad-”

“Do what Dean tells you and for the love of God stay with him,” he said. “Promise me.”

“I promise,” you said quietly. “Who’s here? That organization?”

“Worse. His brother. I gotta go. I’ll be with Sam. I’ll see you in October, kiddo. Love you,” he said.

“Love you t-” you heard before he hung up. “Too. What the fuck?”

“Y/N,” you heard on the other side of the door, Dean knocking lightly. “Open up. It’s me.”

You carefully undid the door, a backpack tossed in your face along with a police jacket.

“What-”

“No one saw you on the street thankfully. Your dad getting out of here?” he asked. You nodded, Dean glancing around. “I got Baby packed. Sam’ll try to help your dad get out of here as best he can. We gotta get you out of here and now.”

“Am I ever going to know anything real about you?” you asked. He stared at you blankly, cupping your cheek and pressing his lips to yours.

“I kept lying about my job. Not about me,” he said. “I will explain everything later. For now-”

“Let’s get going then.”

“This jacket is nice and warm,” you said, curling up in the thing in Baby’s front seat, Dean humming as he rolled into hour nine of your impromptu road trip. “We gonna stop soon? I got to go to the bathroom.”

“Yeah. We’re almost there,” he said.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” you said.

“We’re almost there too,” he said. You closed your eyes and rested your head against the window again, trying not to think of what had happened to your dad or where he was. Dean was mum on everything until you were settled he said but you knew wherever it was you were going, you were going to have to lay low.

He pulled up to an old farm house near a field and nestled near some woods, driving down the dirt path for a moment before he put it in park.

“Where are we exactly?”

“Safest place I ever knew,” he said. He opened his door and got out. You followed his lead and stretched out, hearing some clanging going on in a nearby garage. It stopped quickly and a man walked out, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Sorry I didn’t call. Sort of last minute.”

“You must be Y/N,” he said, looking you up and down, giving you a smirk. “He gave you a gun?”

“Who is he?” you asked Dean.

“Y/N, this is my dad, John,” he said. You turned your head a little wide eyed as he stepped over and gave you a big hug.

“Nice to finally meet Dean’s girlfriend in the flesh,” he said.

“Dad, we’re not…” said Dean.

“Oh,” said John. “Was that...okay, now I’m confused.”

“Welcome to the club,” you mumbled.

“We were. We broke it off when you know, her dad and family went into hiding,” said Dean.

“Okay?” said John.

“I didn’t know he was a cop for starters,” you said. His dad raised an eyebrow. “Then there’s all the lying and secrets and sounds like you do that with everybody, hm?”

“I thought you had to go to the bathroom,” said Dean.

“Go up through the back door, past the kitchen, door on the left,” said John.

“Thanks,” you said. You wrapped your jacket around yourself as you jogged up the back steps into the quiet house. The kitchen was sparse and half of it was ripped up. Half the house looked under construction in your opinion.

The bathroom looked like new sheetrock had been put up and needed to be painted but otherwise it looked brand new. You were quick to relieve yourself, voices coming into the house by the time you were exiting.

“He’s an idiot,” said John as he walked past you, going to the kitchen cupboard and pulling out a bottle of liquor.

“Where’s mom?” asked Dean.

“She and Jess went to the movies. Apparently I annoyed them today,” said John, taking a sip.

“Maybe if you finished working on the house they’d be less pissed,” said Dean.

“They got hands. They can pick up a hammer and get to work,” he said.

“Dad.”

“I know. It’s hard to renovate a whole house by yourself is all,” he said.

“Maybe Y/N can help with demo. She’s pretty pissed off lately,” said Dean.

“I can see why,” he said.

“You’re taking her side?”

“Sammy told Jess.”

“Sam and Jess are married. It’s different. He had permission. She was different,” said Dean.

“You still could have told-“

“I fucked up. I don’t need everyone to keep reminding me,” said Dean, dropping a bag by the stairs and going out the front, slamming the door shut after him.

“He probably didn’t need that,” said John.

“Can I have a sip of that?” you asked.

“Knock yourself out.”

“He didn’t,” said John, cracking up beside you a few hours later.

“He sure did,” you said, giggling as you passed the bottle back to him.

“Oh, that kid doesn’t know the first thing about being in a city,” he laughed, taking the last sip. “Shit. I think we’ve been cut off, kiddo.”

“Well you’re both drunk so it’s probably for the best,” said Dean as he stepped out the back door. “Mom and Jess are back. I told them you weren’t up for meeting any more new people today.”

“I think he’s pissed,” you laughed.

“You should have seen his face when he was three and-“

“Alright,” said Dean, leaning down and taking the gun from your holster. “Before you two get into real trouble, inside. Y/N, we got the air mattress in the guest room so get your tush up there.”

“I’m enjoying myself here just fine,” you said.

“Yeah. What are you? The fun police?” joked his dad.

“I’m tired. Please, just go inside for the night and sleep this off,” said Dean. “Both of you.”

“Alright,” said John. “No harm in helping her calm down.”

“I’d rather it have been done sober,” said Dean.

“Yeah, well. You can work on that tomorrow,” said John. “Come on. Better do as told.”

You grumbled as you stood up and went inside, the house quiet. Dean showed you upstairs, his dad staying down and heading down the hall where you assumed the master bedroom was. You trudged past an open room, a girl probably around your age laying on a bed, reading a book.

“Hey,” said Dean, pointing a finger at you. She lifted her head up. “This is Y/N. You know, don’t shoot her if you see her around. Drunk girl, this is Jess. Don’t shoot her if you see her around.”

“Always a joy, Dean,” said Jess. “Y/N, nice to meet you.”

“Don’t tell me you’re a cop too,” you said.

“I’m a nursing student,” she said. “Or I was I should say.”

“Look. I brought you a friend so you can both hate me together,” said Dean.

“Shortie,” she mumbled, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Asshole,” he said, spinning you around. “Night Jess.”

“Night De,” she said.

“Sam says hey too,” said Dean.

“Just hey?” she asked.

“Yeah. Just hey,” said Dean, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out an envelope. He flicked it over to her, Jess smiling wide as she caught it. “Page three, whoo, Sammy. I thought the boy was innocent but boy was I wrong.”

“Goodnight Dean,” she said with a grin, tearing open the letter.

“Night Jess,” he said, pulling her door shut. “Okay. Let’s get you in bed.”

He showed you down the hall and into a room, nothing inside but two backpacks, a duffel and an air mattress with a blanket on top.

“Okay,” he said as you kicked off your shoes. You plopped down on the mattress, rolling to the left side. “Before you pass out completely on me, this backpack with the red tape on the strap? That’s your bag. If I ever tell you the furnace light is out, that means take the bag and get out of here. I don’t care how but you do it. If the furnace light is broken, that means ditch the bag and just go. You got that?”

“Talking about the furnace is bad. I got it,” you mumbled, tugging the blanket around yourself.

“You can change into something more comfortable,” he said.

“Like what,” you mumbled.

“Hold on,” he said. He went over to a closet and pulled out a box, digging through it a minute before pulling out a few things and tossing them to you. “It’s from when I was about your size. It should fit.”

You stared at him, Dean rolling his eyes.

“This is my grandparents house. It was in somebody else’s name and trust me, it’s safe,” he said.

“So this stuff is from when you were a teenager?”

“Yes. Bathroom is across the hall,” he said, leaving the room for a minute. You changed into the loose shorts and t shirt, smiling at the baseball camp shirt.

The door opened and he popped his head in, another bunch of blankets under his arm.

“Did you go to camp around here?” you asked.

“Yeah. For a summer. Sam and I stayed here. We’re both tired, we’ll talk in the morning,” he said. He took off his boots and jeans, shrugging out of his jacket and taking one of the blankets for himself, leaving the others on your side. He flicked off the light switch and lay down with a sigh, his back turning to you when you crawled under the blankets.

You stared at his stiff shoulders, Dean taking a few deep breaths.

“Thanks for the extra blankets,” you said quietly. He nodded, stilling after a moment.

You turned your own back to him, closing your eyes, already regretting the alcohol in your system.

“Is my dad dead?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Okay,” you whispered, a tiny shudder running through you.

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“I can sleep on the couch if you want,” he said.

“Okay,” you said.

“Do you want me to go?”

You didn’t say anything and for a moment, you thought he’d get up and leave. Then you felt him roll behind you, roll closer. You didn’t lift your head as you turned to face him, ducking your chin down and letting yourself bury your face in his chest.

“I know,” he said quietly, placing his arm over your back, holding you close. “I know.”

“I don’t know…” you mumbled, a shudder running through you.

“I got you. That’s all you need to worry about tonight, alright?” he said. “I got you.”

You nodded your head, fisting your hands in his shirt as you willed yourself to get some sleep.

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A/N: Read the Final Part here!

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charliewykes · 6 years

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primary season

Dave was looking out on his dark balcony. It was the only entertainment he had. He switched off the radio. There he sat alone, a victim of his own despair. He had been lost for a while now. He didn’t know where to go or what to do. It was quite crippling to know that these were the repercussions of being left on your own like this. He thought he could move on without his friends. Either way, they seemed to be doing fine. He didn’t actually know, or heard it through the grapevine, but intuition is all the proof you need when you’re down and out to think that you’re old mates are doing the opposite. He went inside. A knock came at the door. It was his neighbor, Roger. “Hey Dave!” He had on a swarmy smile which immediately turned serious. “Did you sign my petition? Dave was dazed for a moment there. His neighbor’s body odor was particularly bad tonight—especially with it being summer and he was wearing only a tank top, but also because he was protesting the water company. Or, at least that’s what he said. Although he had only known him for a few years, Dave was unsure whether Roger was a one-man protest movement or just the cheapest bastard on Earth. In fact, he still owed Dave 70 bucks for God knows what. Dave even forgot how long it’s been. “What was that again, Roger? Sorry I just got up?” Roger, with his glasses and his moobies flapping, just gave him a look and then said: “But its 8 PM, you’re in your suit from the office.” “Forget it Rog, what do you want?” “Just this petition to get Reggie Esperanza on the ballot, we have got to get this asshole Jakobsfield out of office! Roger then quite naturally walked in his Dave’s apartment and goes on about how Scott Jakobsfield has been in his councilman’s seat since he was a kid. “You weren’t even alive then Dave. He’s a district monarch. He retains his powers by pandering to those Jews that live out in the woods. All of them secluded to themselves planning God knows…!” “Alright, I’ll sign your damn petition!” He grabbed Roger’s pen and paper and signed. Dave started to walk towards the front door, causing Roger to walk backwards. “Oh thanks Dave! I always knew you were a smart politically minded guy!” “Now let me continue to jack off in peace!” Dave slammed the door on Roger who was now alone in the hallway holding the paper in his left hand and the pen with his right. He put the pen in the pocket of his shorts and then took a look at his hand wondering what disgusting substance was on there now, thanks to Dave’s loneliness. * * * Dave looked up at the fluorescent light that was constantly blinking as he was filling up the washing machine with his dirty clothes. Whenever he had to look away from the light he made sure that he looked directly down as opposed to rolling his eyes around. All of which so he wouldn’t have to make eye contact with his neighbor Madi who was constantly looking in his direction after she put a piece of laundry in the washer. She had a short and round fat body with black hair and a complexion red from a bad attempt at a tan. As he was putting his last white t-shirt in the washer Dave dropped it on the ground and casually picked it up. She looked over at him kneeling on the ground. As he picked up his shirt, he couldn’t help but look back at her. She was smiling with her two chipmunk teeth sticking out. He smiled back and got up. “It’s a good thing you’re putting that in the wash, or else it would have been a clean shirt gone dirty, too fast!” She spoke in an extremely “aww shucks” manner. “Yep, you got that right….” He finished loading the washing machine and putting the detergent in it. As he walked out past her she stopped him silently and handed him a piece of paper. There was an awkward pause. She then smiled with her chipmunk teeth and said “Bye!” Dave went back to his apartment. It was a sex letter, detailing what she wanted to do with him. He jerked off some more and went to bed, he figured he’d pick up his laundry in the morning. * * * The dog barked and woke Dave up. It was 2 AM…. Force feeding his sleep control mechanism was no longer useful. He needed more to append the crisis at hand and for future purposes. Committing oneself to the irate beams stemming from the angry refrigerator door to get that jarred concoction. Almost as if this rectangular caretaker was not only annoyed of it being awakened at night, but it’s only means of disciplining this over-growing man in loose clothes was to try and blind it. Split seconds were a rare pleasure the grease-covered coffin of frozen goods could commit its ironic Dracula routine. Yet Dave’s habitual reflexes of slamming the door in a moment was one of spontaneous gallantry, standing in relative darkness Where the light in the room was too perfect for any camera to capture, for that’s where he felt safe drinking his sleeping aid concoction that nobody ever know. * * * The jar had been empty as the barking dog was back past the sunrise….

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kulaykape · 4 years

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Chap. 2 of CONTRACT KILLER: OC x Natasha Romanoff

Chap. 2 of this mess. Ofc I didn’t proof read.

Word Count: 2852

Summary: One week after Jean returns home from assassinating James Wagner. Nothing particularly important happens in this chapter, only serving to slowly build the dynamic of her household.

---Holiday Household---

INDIGO STRIKES AGAIN. JAMES WAGNER ASSASSINATED.

"Quite the headline, anak," Grandma Harper said as she watched the reporter on the national news detail the events.

"Eh," I called from the kitchen, more concerned with how the hell I was supposed to tell if the spam was cooked well enough or not, "Nothing special."

"If it was nothing special, you wouldn't have come back with so many bruises," Grandma replied as she walked into the kitchen and tapped the stitches on my brow. "Black Widow?"

I nodded and pursed my lips. "Black Widow." Somehow, the SHIELD Agent had become a household name in a household of people who worked against her.

Grandma clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "When you're not using deadly force, you're far too less efficient. You need to figure that out," she said.

I scoffed. "I was about to use deadly force," I replied.

"Why?"

"She almost had me," I said as I checked the underside of one of the spam slices. "Is that cooked, mama?" I asked dumbly, doing a double take between grandma and the food.

Grandma Harper rolled her eyes. "World's Greatest Mercenary can't tell when spam is cooked," she echoed.

"World's Greatest Mercenary is the reason you're living large, grandma," I said with a grin. Grandma Harper threw her head back and laughed. She'd been a horse breeder (among other things) back in her day. It might've been a lucrative business in 1910, but I don't know how well she'd fare now.

Of course, she’d had other means of attracting income. Not too unlike my own.

"It's only a matter of time before they send their big guns after you, Jean."

"Yeahhh…" I drawled, "Nothing that I can't handle. I'm surprised they haven't gotten the message by now, though. I don't kill good people."

Wagner had been a rapist. My target preceding Wagner was a genocidal terrorist. And the man before that had been one of my worst targets yet. A popular singer and actor. I'd found child pornography in his living room, and a ten year-old boy in his bed.

And somehow, the deaths of all those monsters had turned me into public enemy number one.

Grandma Harper sighed as she took a seat at the dinner table. She looked more tired than usual, her eyes looking 123 years old even if the rest of her only looked about forty.

"My day was simpler. The law was more lenient, more understanding," she said, "But at the same time, ruthless. I think you would've done better in my time, anak."

I laughed mirthlessly as I stacked the spam up on a plate next to the eggs. Grandma Harper was actually my great grandma, a woman who was born and thrived as an outlaw near the turn of the century. I hadn't seen her in a real fight during my insignificant life span, but the look in her eye hadn't seemed to dull.

"Kids! AJ! Isiah! Food's ready!" I called, picking up the pan and hitting a metal spoon against its underside. Grandma Harper sent me a sour look, and I put it down.

Like the stampede from Lion King, AJ and Isiah’s three kids came crashing into the kitchen. They came in with so much heat that they would've slid to their doom and hit their heads on the corner of the table if Grandma didn't stop them.

"Careful, you three," she said sternly.

Reggie, the oldest at seven years, apologized sheepishly. "Sorry, grandma," he said, and with a kiss on her cheek was back in her good graces. His little siblings followed his lead to sit at the table, where I had to help four year-old Jenny sit down properly, and quickly stopped five year-old Katie from stabbing herself with a butter knife.

AJ and Ian streamed in after them, talking quietly and critically.

"You guys alright?" I asked, turning one of the table seats backwards and settling into it.

AJ looked at me with a tired smile, not even bothering to hide her conflictions. "Yeah. It’s just been a rough week, what with all that,” she replied, gesturing to the tv screen. Katie extended her stubby hands towards the tv remote. I pointed towards the window to distract her, and then hid the remote.

“Auntie J, that’s you!” Reggie exclaimed, pointing at the screen as the name of my dual identity and my masked figure crossed over the screen.

I shot Reggie a crooked smile. “Dang right it is.”

“Language,” Grandma shook a fork at me.

“I said dang!”

“Language.”

I conceded, raising my hands in defeat and then looked at the couple still standing in the doorway. “Would you two sit down?” I said with slight exasperation, “I didn’t cook for you to just look at the food.”

“I wouldn’t call frying spam cooking, J,” Isiah said as he took a seat and started piling up his plate. AJ rolled her eyes as she followed suit. To her, this little bickering feud between Isiah and me was about ten years too old.

“But you’re eating it, aren’t you, you walnut?” I retorted. Isiah shot me the “touche” nod, and went about chowing down.

“You just cashed in a million dollar check, and we’re eating spam,” AJ said with a grin.

“Broke people act rich, rich people act broke,” I said waving my own fork at her, “I swear, you two are just gonna eat the grease off the pan next time.” A ripple of laughter sounded through the table. Jenny and Katie laughed along for the hell of it.

“A million dollars, auntie?” Reggie said wistfully, looking at me with his mouth wide open and showing off his munched up spam and rice. Isiah shook his head, and pushed up the boy’s chin with the end of his fork.

“Yeah,” I replied. Grandma Harper sent me a look, and I nodded. “Uh... You know how much doctors make, though?”

“How much?” Reggie asked.

Way less, I thought. “Three million,” I said. AJ hit her head against the table as she watched me resort to lying to cover my ass. Isiah looked at me, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk with his food, and just stared at me blankly. Grandma Harper sighed, and got up to find her pills.

Reggie shrugged. “But your job’s cooler. And you’re still making, like, a million dollars!” He exclaimed.

I sputtered for a moment, and would’ve been done for because of it if Reggie was a little older. “Yeah, but don’t you wanna save lives like a doctor?”

“You save lives,” he fired back.

“Eh…” I cringed a bit at that, “I don’t exactly-”

“And you get to have guns!”

“Hold on-”

“And you didn’t have to go to college.”

“Kid-”

“But daddy told me you ‘officially started when you were twelve’. Is that true?”

I kicked Reggie’s mother in the shins, jolting her from her stupor as her son's questions evolved horribly. Help, I mouthed.

AJ cleared her throat, and put her best mom’s voice on. “Junior, finish your food, okay?” She said, “Then you and dad can play Street Fighter until nine.”

Reggie gawked, forgetting all about his blossoming ambitions to be a mercenary. “Until nine?”

“Finish your food first.” “Yes ma’am.” I don’t know why he emphasized “ma’am” like that, but I thought it was funny as hell and guffawed loudly, while simultaneously slumping over at dodging a (metaphorical) bullet.

---

“I can’t believe you told the kid about how I first killed somebody,” I growled in a hushed tone at Isiah, just barely kept from ripping his head off by the grace of god and AJ’s occasional tentative hand on my shoulder.

“It flew right over his head, don’t worry,” Isiah said flippantly, more focused on trying to get Ken to do a Hadouken without it being on accident.

“That’s not the point, you perpetual loser,” I said quietly. The kids were still gathered around on the carpet, which I laid haphazardly on as I stared up at Isiah with vengeance in my eyes. I would save the more colorful insults for when they all went to bed.

“Dad, stop cheating!” Reggie yelled as Isiah moved to casually stand in front of Reggie and obscure his view of the screen as they played against each other.

“Your children will grow up to hate you, Isiah Bradley,” I called from the carpet. Isiah raised his foot up, threatening to step on me. I scoffed. “I wish you would, Isiah. I wish you would.”

“So,” AJ said, sitting down next to me on the carpet as she attempted to avert my murderous gaze from her husband, “You went toe-to-toe with Agent Romanoff again?” I heard Grandma let out a faraway snort from the kitchen.

I sat up and subconsciously put a hand to the stitches on my brow. “Yeah. It dragged on a little longer than I originally planned,” I said. Then again, it was hard to plan ahead when faced with the Black Widow.

“You need to get control over all your powers,” AJ advised, and I nodded, “You’d be Iron Man-level with them.” I scoffed. “What, am I not Iron Man-level without all the pyromania?” I asked. Sure, Black Widow might’ve nearly executed me by way of thigh, but I’d still won.

“Don’t know. I mean, are you completely confident you can take a guy like that down when it comes to it?” She replied, “Because it will. Once SHIELD gets tired of this game of cat and mouse.”

And I was honestly surprised they hadn’t played one of their enigmatic little trump cards yet, seeing as we were three years into this little “game”. They could call upon Iron Man, War Machine, Black Widow, and even throw in Hawkeye, just for shits, if they wanted to. And I’d be a long since resolved problem.

I gazed down at my own hands. They were slender and heavily scarred, but I’d covered up the flaws with tattoos. And within them was a power kept locked away in slumber, a power that, to be blunt, would turn me from a pesky mercenary to a worldwide threat. But it’d been sleeping in my family’s blood since Grandma Harper, so it was something even she couldn’t explain to me.

“I mean, you remember that time you activated your powers on accident though, right?” AJ asked, recalling that one spar almost five years ago.

Isiah had said something that pissed me off- big surprise there- during a spar, and I’d gone in for perhaps the angriest and most uncoordinated punch of my life. Flames had been born from my knuckles, licking at the back of my hand and then shooting forward at Isiah like something out of Avatar. The flames looked as if they were truly alive, and as angry as me at Isiah as they tried to consume him. But they died the moment I panicked at their birth, fearing what permanent damage they’d do to Isiah. And, unfortunately, he lived on.

“I doubt it’ll ever happen again,” I said. Since then, I hadn’t felt that dangerous heat rising in my palms. And I’d never tell any of my friends or even Grandma Harper, but it was the greatest feeling in the world. That power was beautiful. So beautiful, so enticing, in fact, that I couldn’t help but fear it. Just a little.

Isiah chuckled. “Can’t wait to watch your kids figure it out, then,” he quipped, as Ryu- controlled by Reggie- Ultra Hadkouken’d his Ken into oblivion.

“I thought we already went over this,” I replied with a chuckle, “I’m not popping any babies out.”

“Good. Imagine the power of those little devils,” he said with a snicker.

AJ gave him a warning look. “Isiah.”

“Honey, you don’t understand,” Isiah insisted, shaking his head, “The power that was radiating off of this kid for that split second?” He shivered dramatically, “If I’m being honest, it might be that kind of thing that’s better left never discovered.”

“Even though I would’ve done us all a huge favor if I’d just made you a crispy chicken nugget,” I muttered under my breath. Isiah rolled his eyes, while AJ shook her head with a smile.

“...”

“...Back to the popping babies thing, though,” AJ said.

“Oh, heck no.” I started to stand up.

“You’re young! A young bachelor! With money!” AJ made sure to emphasize the money factor heavily, making an emphatic ‘make it rain’ gesture.

“No,” I said, marching up the stairs to the guest room that I stayed in whenever I was here, while Isiah yelled something about me having to play against him. To my chagrin, AJ followed me. “Go to your family, heathen,” I spat over my shoulder.

“But you are family, kid,” she replied, throwing an arm over my shoulder as she rapidly switched into her Isiah-like persona, which only came out when we started to talk about relationships. Her reply would’ve warmed my heart if the conversation topic itself wasn’t revolting.

“No.” I rushed into the guest room and tried to close it behind me before AJ could slip in, but slip in she did.

“But yes,” she replied as she sat down at my desk, “C’mon Jean, you’re twenty-two! At least try and have a little fun more often.” I cringed, as I knew exactly what AJ’s idea of ‘fun’ was. Clubbing, house parties, and (before Isiah) plenty of unadulterated sex. She’d settled down from all of that since marrying that walnut, but she’d take some time to herself every now and then, and her ventures usually involved dragging me with her.

“I have plenty of fun,” I replied sourly as I collapsed on my bed, ruining the perfect lines of Grandma Harper’s work to keep it tidy.

“You haven’t changed one bit since you were a kid, you know that?” She said, “You still find pianos and books more attractive than actual people.”

“I find people attractive, Aliyah Jackman,” I retorted, sitting up, “I just don’t act on it. Leave me alone.”

There was a beat of silence. And I knew it was coming.

“...I know for a fact that you were hitting on Black Widow while you guys fought.” I tried to keep a smirk down. “So what if I was?”

AJ let out a howl of laughter. “Be careful with that one, Jean Holiday.”

“Nothing about our lives involves the word ‘careful’,” I replied.

“True. But I gotta tell you, if I liked women, I’d like Black Widow too,” she quipped.

“...You know, I can’t help but be a little jealous of her.”

“How so?”

I let out a sigh, rubbing my forehead. I was too young to constantly be feeling this old. “Remember those corrupted SHIELD files you and Isiah found?” I asked.

“Yeah… You found some dirt on her, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. She wasn’t much better than us at one point. If not worse,” I replied, “How come she gets a second chance? And we continue to be prey?”

“It’s not like any of us are seeking redemption.” And I couldn’t disagree with that.

I let out a sigh. “From what that file said, it seemed like Clint Barton took a chance on her. Likely that she wasn’t looking for redemption either. It just fell in her lap.”

“Look, you’ve got no reason to be jealous of her, kid,” AJ said. I looked up at her, furrowing my brow curiously. “It’s not like you don’t have your own chance. If you want to leave this behind, nobody’s gonna stop you.”

That weight settled back in my stomach. That weight that should’ve been carried by someone much older, much sadder. “It’s not that simple,” I muttered.

AJ scoffed, and I heard the chair creak as she stood up. “Look, you don’t need me to tell you that we’re not exactly good people. The only one making it ‘not that simple’ is you, Jean,” she said, “You have a choice. Don’t act like you don’t.” And with that, she left. I flopped down on my bed.

It was an odd relationship I had with AJ, Isiah, and Grandma Harper. They willingly conditioned me to take on this life, and yet it seemed like they always wanted me to follow the other path at the crossroad.

But Grandma Harper had been an outlaw, an idea I’d never romanticized. I knew she did nasty things, probably killed good people (although I’d never ask). Then after her, Grandpa Josiah had gone on an angry tirade for reasons I still didn’t know, rebelling against the law until it killed him. And after him, my mom… Emery Holiday. I think she might’ve tried to be good. She joined the military, flew in the name of the US. But somewhere along the way, I guess the curse of our family’s selfishness and corruption caught up to her. Again, I didn’t really know, too cowardly to ask.

If that was all they ever were, how could I be any different? What right did I have to be any different?

And if we put that all aside, what hope did I have to be any different?

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Bless Your Heart-Part 3

A/N: This all started with @deanjensengirlmaggie‘ strange pairings challenge, and it just got out of control...in a good way...or at least I hope you think so. This part is mostly just fluffy and funny and setting the boys up for the next step in solving the case. Thank you to the ones that have liked and commented and reblogged. Feedback is always welcome. If you want to catch up: Part 1 / Part 2 Warnings: Language, some suggestive conversation Summary: Dean and Sam are finally on a case in paradise…otherwise known as San Pedro, Belize. Several tourists have gone missing from Ambergris Caye just as the town’s biggest festival of the year is ready to kick off, and it has the locals spooked. As the boys try to figure out what is snacking on the travelers, they run into a few members of the opposite sex that may or may not make this job a bit more difficult (but at least hotter) than most…bless their hearts <3

Dean nearly gave Sam whiplash when he jerked their golf cart off the road to pull into this place. Dean claimed he “could smell the deliciousness” a block before they even reached the shabby purple restaurant, and as soon as he saw the little local woman cooking on a grill out front and a handwritten sign advertising a lobster burrito, he whipped right in.

“Purple restaurant, pink golf cart, acting all twitterpated and in love…must be getting in touch with your feminine side, brother,” Sam chided.

Dean looked up from his task of locking the steering wheel of the Pepto-colored golf cart and raised one finger in the air. "Okay, A of all, Sammy, I already told you that this was the only cart left at that place near the airport, so kiss my ass.” He raised a second finger. “B of all, I might not know much, but I do know a little somethin’ somethin’ about a few things, and food is most definitely one of them. And I’m telling you right now, this place is going to be awesome, so I don’t give a damn if it is purple or covered in fucking glitter, I’m eating here.” He raised a third finger. “And C of all, I’m older so shut your pie hole." Dean playfully slapped Sam on the cheek as he walked past and made his way to the bar. He immediately sat down and ordered himself a beer and burrito and goaded Sam into ordering something alcoholic for himself.

“Alright so what about the guys traveling with the vic? Where are they staying?,” Sam asked his brother as the bartender sat a bloody mary down in front of him.

“Some swanky joint on the North end of the island. Coco Beach was the name I think.” Dean took a swig of his beer and turned his attention to the TVs behind the bar. One was on a news station showing coverage of the San Pedro Lobster Festival, one had a soccer game and the last one was showing some barely dressed woman singing a song that Dean didn’t understand one damn word of.

“Hey man check it out.” Sam nudged him, pulling Dean’s attention from gyrating woman on the far screen. He nodded towards the first TV. The picture had changed and showed a reporter standing in front of the Jaguar Night Club with a banner across the bottom of the shot that read, “Missing tourist’s body found.” The reporter went on to mention that Michael Frederick was last seen alive at a “special event hosted by the Jaguar, where he and his friends were celebrating his upcoming marriage. Dean noted how the woman actually formed air quotes when talking about that special event and wondered out loud what the hell that was about.

“I don’t have any idea, but looks like we need to add that place to our list of stops for this afternoon,” Sam answered as he took a sip from his bloody mary. When the vodka hit the back of his throat, a slight shiver went down his spine and he pulled his lips back in a quiet hiss. It was good, but he didn’t think he could choke down another swallow, no matter how much shit his older brother might give him for it.

Dean might have looked preoccupied with the news story playing out on screen in front of him, but he hadn’t missed the sickly look on Sam’s face when that alcohol hit his taste buds.

“God, I never knew sasquatches were such pansies. You let a couple girls and a few water moccasin shots take you down on night one. What a shame.”

“Screw you.” Sam rolled his eyes and spun on his seat so his back rested against the bar as he watched the traffic cruise down Middle Street. “If you hadn’t been so preoccupied making goo goo eyes at Y/N, you’d be in the same boat I am, and you fucking know it.”

“Puppy dog eyes are your department, nimrod. Not mine. I don’t need tricks to be irresistible to the ladies. All it takes is a little…” Dean’s voice trailed off and his eyes widened as their waiter sat a gigantic lobster burrito plate in front of him. It took all of about two heartbeats before Dean was gnawing on that thing like his life depended on it.

“Uh huh, whatever you say brother.”

Dean looked up and tried to tell his brother about “his game with the ladies” while simultaneously chewing several oversized bites of his meal. The result was something that sounded more like a foreign language than a witty comeback.

“So you mean to tell me that if Y/N walked in right now, you could keep your shit together and not act like a love-struck teenager?” Sam looked sideways and quirked up an eyebrow at his brother, who now slightly resembled a chipmunk with cheeks full of food.

Since a verbal response was out of the question with that much food stuffed in his face, Dean just nodded confidently and attempted to flash an arrogant smile, which immediately caused some sauce to escape his mouth and dribble down his chin and onto his shirt. He reached for a napkin just as Sam called out, “Hey Y/N! Get over here! We were just talking about y’all!”

Dean froze mid-reach as he took a beat to process the words that had just come out of his bitch ass baby brother’s mouth. ‘That son of a bitch,’ he thought as he grabbed a napkin and scrambled to finish wiping off his face and chew up the lump of burrito in his mouth at superhuman speed.

When he glanced over his shoulder and saw the girls wave back and start to make their way across the street, he went into full on panic mode. A wad of food in his mouth, grease still on his face, nasty looking sauce on his shirt, crumbs everywhere…this was not his best look. He still couldn’t get the pile of lobster in his mouth to go down. Jesus Christ, did that shit expand when you tried to eat it or something? Did he take a bite of a tire by mistake?

He reached across the bar again for another napkin to spit the rubbery seafood into, and this time when he pulled his arm back, he took his bottle of beer with it, dumping it squarely in his lap. He gasped and jumped back from the bar like he had been stung, the sudden movement propelling his bar stool over backwards and into the table behind him.

He opened his mouth to apologize to the couple whose meal he’d just ruined, momentarily forgetting he never spit out the food that had caused this whole damn problem in the first place. He realized it a split second later, made one last attempt to swallow the damn stuff, and…choked. Not figuratively either. He literally fucking choked.

Dean doubled over as he tried to heave up the crustacean from hell, but wasn’t having much luck until the bartender rushed over and pounded him on the back. With the other man’s assistance, Dean finally felt the lobster release the choke hold it had on his air way and was able to cough it up and out of his gasping mouth. He took several heaving breaths, the air burning its way down his throat and filling his lungs. The whole ordeal lasted less than a minute, but it certainly felt a hell of a lot longer. It took a moment for him to muster enough pride to straighten up and face the folks that had just been blessed with a front row seat to the Dean Winchester Shit Show, one of whom was the woman he’d been craving the taste of since their little romp in the alley last night. Fan. Fucking. Tastic.

Dean saw Y/N first. She was standing there looking sexy as hell in another pair of those daisy dukes, sunglasses pushed back on her head, shocked expression on her face. The looks on Taylor’s and Shelby’s faces were almost identical to Y/N’s…eyes wide, mouths slightly agape, a bit of amusement dancing across their features. He felt his face warm with embarrassment, and for once in his life, he was drawing up blank in the witty comeback/smart ass remark department.

That’s when he heard an amused snort escape from the douche nozzle he used to claim as his younger sibling. He turned slowly towards Sam, preparing to throttle him within an inch of his life. When Dean finally faced him, Sam lost it. The smile and laugh he’d been trying so hard to hold back erupted out of his oversized frame. Dean snarled and took a step towards him, but Sam didn’t even seem to care. He just laughed harder. He threw his head back and then bent forward, tears streaming down his face as he howled his amusement at the scene that had just unfolded before him.

Dean felt the corner of his mouth twitch upwards as Sam gasped and launched into another round of full bodied laughter. It’d been so long since he’d seen his brother this carefree and happy that he couldn’t be that pissed anymore, even if he was the butt of the joke. Still, the deep chuckle that fell from his mouth caught him by surprise. The girls took that little slip as a sign to fall into their own fit of giggles. Y/N was suddenly laughing so hard that no sound was even making it past those gorgeous lips of hers. She dropped to her knees in the middle of the restaurant, the hysterics wracking her body preventing her from standing steadily on her two feet any longer. Dean looked up at Taylor who was leaned against the far wall, head thrown back, shoulders bobbing and Shelby who had collapsed into one of the chairs with one hand thrown over her eyes and the other resting on her chest as though it might explode from the hilarity of it all. He just shook his head and smiled. If a little embarrassment on his part brought Y/N and Sammy this much joy, he’d do it ten times over. He reached down and helped her to her feet before pulling her into his arms.

Y/N looked up at him then, still unable to compose herself as she howled out, “Bless your damn heart, Winchester. That’s some of the funniest shit I’ve ever seen.” She tightened her arms around him and dropped her head to his chest as she fell to pieces again.

Laughter erupted from down deep in his gut, and he didn’t stop until he could no longer breathe. What the hell was this girl doing to him? He couldn’t recall the last time he’d truly felt like he could move past all the things that haunted him and have a true shot at happiness, but he felt that now. Maybe he was finally losing it. Maybe it was just the island air. Or maybe it was the beautiful girl he currently had wrapped in his arms. And he had to admit that when she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his, he knew his answer.

She broke the kiss suddenly, and Dean’s eyes snapped open. “I guess now would be a good time to mention I’m not one of those women that is polite enough to ask if you are okay before I laugh my ass off at your expense. Think you can handle that?”

“Sweetheart, I can handle anything you throw at me.” He ran his hands softly down her curves, and when he got to her ass, he gripped tightly and pulled her even closer.

Dean dove back in for another kiss but stopped when Sam’s hand slapped down on his shoulder. “So that’s your version of keeping your shit together, huh? Spilling stuff all over yourself, throwing chairs at other people, nearly dying…maybe I should have taken notes. I might need some pointers next ti….” Sam’s joking stopped short as Dean jerked his hand from its resting place and punched Sam straight in the junk. “Fuck…balls...,” Sam squeaked as he doubled over and clutched his family jewels. “I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Serves you right, dude. I’m your big brother, so you should know by now I wasn’t going to let that shit slide. Never have, never will…remember that.”

“Duly noted,” Sam grunted as he struggled to stand upright. “But when you are done, we really do need to head to the North side to question the vic’s friends.”

“Yeah, yeah, give me just a minute.” He turned his attention back to Y/N. “I believe we were talking about how incredibly smooth I am and how you were dying to kiss me again.”

“Hate to break it to you, tough guy, but smooth is the exact opposite of what you were today.” Dean looked at her in feigned horror, so she quickly added, “But miraculously it was totally charming. Somehow you even managed to make being a total spaz downright sexy.”

His pulse quickened at her words and his green eyes brightened as he jokingly said, “Oh yeah, the whole needing the Heimlich maneuver thing was part of the master plan all along.”

“What master plan?”

“The one that ends with you falling in love with me.” Her eyes widened, and when he realized what he said, he quickly tried to play it off. “I’ve got tons of moves left so try to prepare yourself.” He chuckled nervously.

She pressed her whole body against him, and he swore he felt his temperature rise. She stood on her tiptoes and quietly asked, “And when are you going to show me the moves you started to demonstrate last night?”

All the blood in his body made a bee line for his lower half. He turned his head and gritted his teeth, summoning the willpower to resist dragging her out of this restaurant and straight to his hotel room. When he looked back at her standing there, arms crossed, smiling at the effect she had on him, his brain nearly lost the battle it was currently fighting against his dick. He finally responded, “If I’m being honest right now sounds pretty damn perfect, but sadly, I do actually have to load up in that pink golf cart over there that has that horribly ugly moose sitting in it and drag my ass to a resort to question some folks.”

“It’s okay, really. I know you are here for work and that comes first. I think we are going to go back to the hotel for a bit and lay around anyway. But later we may head to the Jaguar club, if you and Sam want to join after you get done solving murders and whatnot.”

“The club is actually on the list of places we need to stop anyway, so I bet we can make that happen. I might even get you to help me with something.”

“Be glad to…as long as you promise to show off some of your dance moves. Sam has Shelby’s number, so just holler at us when you get ready to head out.” He nodded, gave her a quick kiss goodbye, and hopped in the cart with his little brother.

Sam watched his brother’s eyes follow Y/N as she jogged up the street to join Taylor and Shelby. “Dude, you are so screwed.”

Dean blew out a breath. “Don’t I fucking know it. You ready?” Sam nodded his reply. The quicker they got to that resort and questioned everyone, the sooner they might actually solve this thing and be able to enjoy the rest of their time in San Pedro. He turned on the ignition and pushed the pedal to the floor of their brightly colored ride.

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