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contemplativepancakes · 4 years

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15x14 coda: it’s a date!

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Jack is finally in his room, after four slices of cake that Dean had watched him devour with increasing pride, when Dean crosses his arms and leans against the wall, turning to Sam. “So… How was your date?”

“Really, Dean? That’s what you're concerned about? After we all almost died?”

Dean waggles his eyebrows. “Well, yeah. Just looking out for my little brother.”

The bunker door clangs open, and Sam shoves Dean towards it. “Maybe worry about yourself.”

Dean flips Sam off before turning his attention to the door, his eyes catching on the swirl of tan that follows Cas as he makes his way down the staircase.

“Hey, stranger.” Dean’s throat is suddenly dry.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas says in his soothingly familiar way.

Dean sees Sam leave out of the corner of his eye, so he walks forward and wraps Cas in a hug. “I missed you,” he mumbles into Cas’s ear, tugging on his trench coat.

“I would rather have been here than in Heaven, trust me.”

“Well, you didn’t miss very much.”

Cas hums. “Somehow I doubt that.”

Dean laughs and tugs Cas towards the kitchen. “Maybe just a little.”

Dean flicks on the light, steering Cas to the table. He runs a hand through his hair. “I know your grace has been kind of wonky lately... I was thinking you might be able to taste more than molecules now? Thought I could make you supper, or something.”

Cas raises his eyebrows. “Or something, hmm?”

The tips of Dean’s ears turn red. “Shut up. Now I’m not even going to ask you what you want.”

Dean glances back at Cas, sitting at the table with his hands folded together. Dean throws a dish towel at him, but Cas catches it, because he is generally infuriating. Dean turns around and grumbles to himself, getting out the tomatoes he blanched and peeled in a moment of hope. If Sam was going to go on his date, Dean needed something to keep himself busy, and the thought of Cas returning was distracting enough, to say the least.

Dean’s not even really sure what Cas was off doing. What did the other angels have to offer? There’s, what, eight of them left? But, whatever, Dean’s not here to stand in the way of Cas doing what he wants; he’s only here to tell him when his ideas were dumb.

He does just that, and Cas scowls.

“What am I supposed to do, Dean? Just sit here and watch the world end? I have to try.”

Dean softens. “I know you do, buddy.”

Cas’s frown deepens, and he sighs, drumming his fingers on the table.

“It’s going to have to simmer, so cool your jets. It’s going to be a minute.”

“That’s not… Why do you insist on calling me buddy?”

“What?” Dean’s hands pause in adding spices to his pot of tomatoes.

“Why do you insist on calling me buddy?” Cas repeats.

“Are we not friends?” Dean asks in his most affronted voice, but he knows what Cas is trying to say. He wants to hear it anyway.

Cas’s chair scrapes the ground as he stands up and walks right into Dean’s bubble. Dean resolutely stares into his pot of sauce, because even though he wants to hear it, he doesn’t particularly want to look too desperate. He grabs a spoon and dips it in, offering it to Cas. “Tell me what it needs?”

Cas takes the spoon and licks the sauce, never breaking eye contact with Dean. Dean tries not to sweat.

“Tastes good to me,” Cas says.

“Yeah?” Dean’s eyes dart to Cas’s lips.

“Yes,” Cas breathes, and closes the remainder of the distance between them.

Dean finds himself in one of the gentlest kisses he’s ever had, harkening back to memories of first kisses and times when he didn’t have the weight of the world on his shoulders, if there was ever such a thing.

Dean finds his arms wrapping around Cas of their own volition, and the kiss deepens until Dean has to extricate himself so the sauce doesn’t burn.

He stirs it and looks back at Cas. “So…”

“That was extremely overdue,” Cas says, eyebrows raised and daring Dean to disagree.

Dean gives his sauce another stir, emotions swirling in his gut that almost cause him to drop his wooden spoon. “You’re right.”

“What? What was that? It can’t be Dean Winchester admitting I’m right.”

Dean laughs, his nerves sinking beneath everything else he’s feeling at the knowledge that nothing has changed, not really. “Don’t be a little shit.”

Cas grins at him, his eyes bunching up at the corners, and Dean’s heart twists painfully. “The sauce needs to simmer for a bit, but I have something else for you.”

“Oh?” Cas tugs Dean closer by his flannel.

“Not like that,” Dean says in exasperation, batting Cas’s hands away. “It’s been two minutes, and you already can’t drag yourself away from me, jeez.”

“I’d never willingly leave you, Dean,” Cas says earnestly, and that’s just a little too much for Dean right now.

“Okay, Debbie Downer, sheesh. C’mere.”

Dean beckons Cas to the fridge, where he pulls out a tupperware container and cracks the lid, presenting it to Cas. “Happy birthday.”

Cas squints. “I was created before the concept of days came into being.”

“Now you’re just doing that on purpose.”

Cas cracks a half smile at him. “Thank you.”

Dean shrugs. “We sort of… realized we hadn't been celebrating everything we should have been. I think you’re worth celebrating, even if you’re older than birthdays.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you. I’m sorry I missed it.”

“Yeah, me, too. You’re not allowed to leave anymore.”

Cas tugs Dean into another kiss, putting down the cake and backing Dean up until he’s against the fridge, and there’s warmth pressing against him from both sides.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Yeah, you better,” Dean says, but they both know it’s a halfhearted threat at best. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. And, hey, I shouldn’t have to find out, right?”

“I think angels generally have a longer life expectancy than humans, yes,” Cas says, but he looks upset and Dean curses himself for bringing it up. If Cas feels even half of the things for Dean as Dean does for him, Dean knows exactly how that thought could be distressing.

“Hey.” Dean hooks his fingers underneath Cas’s chin, making him look back up at him. “Good luck to anything that tries to keep us apart. Not on my watch, okay?”

Cas takes a deep breath and gives Dean a watery smile. “Okay.”

Sam comes to a dead stop in the hallway. “Is that a hickey?” he asks Dean incredulously. “Guess that answers the question of how your date went, then.”

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kj-1130 · 3 years

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Chapter 2

Stranger Danger

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Looking the woman up and down, Calypso turned her gaze back to the window.

“Mrs. Westviel tells us not to talk to strangers.”

The brunette held a hand out and lightly shook it.

“Debbie Ocean.”

“I don’t shake hands,” the teen says before taking a bite out of her food. “It’s safer to kiss.”

Frowning at the girl briefly, Debbie lowers her arm before displaying a fake smile.

“I bet Mrs. Westviel tells you to avoid a lot of things,” spoke the blonde. “Lou,” she quietly muttered after.

Now that Calypso had names to the faces, she began to scan the room more. There were at least nine other people in and around the shop and six of them looked quite suspicious if she did say so herself.

Turning back to the newcomers she shrugged and took a sip of her drink with a shrug.

“She just talks a lot.”

A waiter came over and gave the women their orders. Debbie takes a sip of her coffee and gives her attention to the one sitting next to her.

“I wonder if stealing was ever a topic.”

“I don’t know.”

“I mean it’s possible.”

“But do kids ever listen these days-”

“I think it just depends.”

“Yeah, some definitely are more difficult than others.”

“I think Mrs. Westviel has some lecturing to do though.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lou nods in agreement.

Turning back to the teen, Debbie holds her hand out.

“I think you have something that belongs to me.”

Calypso feigns confusion and tilts her head.

“Whatever do you mean?”

The brunette sighs and rolls her eyes; she was getting impatient.

“Look kid, I don’t have time for your games today--or any other day for that matter. Just give me my damn watch back.”

The blonde rests a hand on Debbie’s shoulder and mutters a ‘calm down,’ before turning back to the teen across from them.

Her eyes wandered down to the girl’s plate back up to her eyes.

“You like coffee cake?”

Calypso raised an eyebrow and took another bite of the sweet treat.

“No coffee?” The three ladies glanced at the cup to see tea inside. The teen shrugged and then took a sip.

“Mrs. Westviel says it stunts your growth.”

The brunette woman lets out a sigh of annoyance before slapping on a fake melancholy look.

“That’s my dead brother’s watch you stole. It’s all I have left of him. Please.”

The young girl lowered her eyes to the table and briefly glanced up at the women that sat before her. Letting out a deep breath, her hand went into her pocket.

“He ain’t dead.”

Sliding to the edge of the booth, Calypso made her way to the door before stopping abruptly and walked back towards her seating area.

“Also, call your little guard dogs off while you’re at it.”

Walking towards the door, she exited the establishment. The teen ‘accidentally’ shoulder-checked someone and turned around, beginning to tread backward. Looking at the two women through the window of the cafe, she raised her hand, which was now mysteriously holding a twenty-dollar bill, and waved her fingers before being washed away in the New York crowd.

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oceanselevenism · 3 years

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If you're still doing them maybe number 12 with both the ocean's siblings and their partners?

hell yeah!! i’ve put it under the cut :)) it is Very Tangentially holiday-sweater-related but it is too long to not post now! hope you enjoy, and happy holidays :))

It’s the first Christmas they’ve spent together in... nearly a decade and a half, actually. The years had flown by, blurring into a mess of run-ins and arguments and you stay on your side, I’ll stay on mine, but hey, Danny can’t fault his sister for wanting to make up for lost time. No, he can’t fault her (after all, if she had been the one to fake her death, he’d probably have moved into her house for a week, just to make sure she didn’t do it again) but he can make fun of her, so that’s what he does. “Aw, you really did miss me,” he says when she gives him and Rusty perfunctory hugs on her way into his house (Lou just claps them both on the shoulder, and he’s not sure whether to feel snubbed or relieved). “I can’t believe my dear sister actually cares,” he tells her when she brings him a mug of cocoa, ingredients nabbed from some billionaire in Germany. “Pure family bonding for the whole family,” he remarks when she goes off on a drunken, expletive-filled tangent about the Met Gala’s security over a game of poker (they’ve given up on trying to enforce the no-cheating rule, and he’s pretty sure Lou takes the opportunity to peek at Debbie’s cards). But in all honesty, he can’t keep up the ribbing; it really is good to see her, even if she definitely gets along better with Rusty (she’s told him as much, and right to his face, too) and the third day ends in a bitter, wine-fueled not-argument about their mother and their father and they themselves. But on the fourth morning Danny gets up early (it’s five in the goddamn morning, why the fuck has Lou already left a note on the counter saying gone on a run) to make latkes, and when Debbie comes downstairs she scoops out a dollop of his favorite sour cream instead of her usual applesauce, so unless her latke preferences have done a complete 180 since the last time he’s seen her, they’ve forgiven each other.

She and Lou volunteer to go on a grocery run that evening, and Danny’s glad; he hasn’t had the chance to jump Rusty’s bones in, like, five days (turns out cleaning up for houseguests takes up way more time than anticipated) (hey, the only people they’ve had over in years have been the crew from the Benedict job, and he’s heard Reuben threaten to shit on Turk’s feet, they don’t need to clean up for them). And for a minute, as Rusty pins him up next to the to-be-composted bag that is currently overflowing with potato scraps, the only thought in his head is the usual why didn’t we do this sooner. But then Rusty pulls back-- “Rus,” Danny complains-- and he tilts his head in that We Need To Talk manner. Which would be hot, if not for the fact that Rusty probably wants to talk about Debbie.

“You’re good, right?”

“We were never on bad terms.”

“Liar.”

“Well, hostile terms, maybe,” Danny amends. “But never bad.”

Rusty shifts, adjusting his forearms so it’s more like they’re just two good pals having a conversation three inches from each others’ faces instead of two good pals about to do very unsanitary things in a kitchen, and says, “I think you’re putting too much water under the bridge.”

“What am I, a Dutch engineer?”

“You’re very funny.”

“I know I am. Now, are we gonna--”

The door opens. Danny swears. “We were gone for twenty minutes,” Debbie says. “Are you that desperate?” Danny regrets going for the open-concept first floor, and he regrets it even more as Rusty pushes himself off with an air of utmost nonchalance.

“Here,” Lou says, lobbing a ball of fabric at Rusty. Her aim is remarkable, and Danny almost asks if she ever played softball before deciding he likes his well-being more than teasing his sister’s motorcycle-riding, brass-knuckle-owning girlfriend. It’s fine; next to him, Rusty huffs an amused laugh at the unsaid comment anyway. “Happy Christmas Eve.”

Rusty unfolds the fabric to reveal a truly hideous (and possibly offensive) Christmas sweater. It’s got red sleeves, a green torso, and a large, colorful fruitcake emblazoned on the stomach. Above it, in red and yellow, is text that reads FRUIT CAKE. “I love it,” Rusty says, pressing his lips together in that way that says he’s trying his damndest not to laugh. “It’s perfect.”

Lou opens her coat to reveal her own sweater, hers saying Ho Ho Homo. “I thought the theme was appropriate.”

“And for you, dearest brother,” Debbie says, pulling an atrociously-colored wad of wool out of a paper bag and chucking it at him, “you get the best of both worlds.”

With a mounting sense of horror, he recalls the year that he insisted on putting teal and orange streamers across the house, because it’s Hanukkah and Christmas mixed! That was the last year their parents had lived in the same house; Danny used to joke that it had been the final nail in the coffin for their mother. He pinches an edge of the cloth between two fingers and lets the rest fall open. It’s a Miami Dolphins holiday sweater. A teal-and-orange, festively-patterned Miami Dolphins sweater. Oh, his Boston-bred father would be frothing at the mouth. “We’re in Canada,” Danny says, equal parts shocked and awed. “How the hell did you get this here so quick? We were supposed to be meeting in Quebec until three days ago--”

“Danny, please learn what priority shipping is,” Debbie says. “Now c’mon. Wear it.”

There’s no way he can back out of this. If he refuses, she’ll just play the I thought you were dead card. He’s never regretted a decision more.

He puts on the sweater. Rusty-- his partner, his right hand, the love of his life-- wolf-whistles.

“I’m divorcing you,” Danny announces.

“Don’t worry,” Lou says with a grin, and is that her phone oh fuck she’s got a picture-- “Debbie, take off your coat.”

With the air of someone who has suffered the weight of the world, Debbie shrugs off her jacket. She’s wearing a matching sweater, and the dolphin on this one has a lovingly-embroidered smiling mouth stitched into it. Danny tries very, very hard not to laugh. “Shut it,” Debbie warns him.

“Oh, I’m not saying a thing,” Danny replies.

“We actually did get groceries,” Lou says, turning back to the door, “so--”

“Lemme give you a hand,” Rusty says. “Let these two bask in the joy of their new sweaters.”

“Fuck off,” Danny and Debbie say in unison. Rusty grins, cheery as ever, and leaves Danny’s side to follow Lou out the door.

“Great gift,” Danny says. “I’ll be laughed at by Reuben for the rest of my days.”

Debbie snorts, walking into the kitchen and rooting around in his cabinets. “Well, actually he’d-- wait, please tell me you didn’t, like, have gross old people se--”

“Shut up, Deborah,” Danny replies, feeling his neck heat up. “I’m only two years older than you. And no.” He refrains from adding on a “not this time.”

“Thank God,” Debbie says, pulling a glass out of the cupboard. “Anyway. Reuben’s not gonna laugh at you, he’s just gonna talk about your embarrassing baby stories in whatever groupchat you people have.”

Danny wonders how his baby sister got to be cooler than him. It’s very distressing. “That’s worse.”

“Yep,” she says, putting the pitcher down and picking her now-full glass up. She leans on the wall across from him, sipping her water, and narrows her eyes at him. “Are we, y’know... good?”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Danny says. Besides the thirty years of vaguely pretending the other didn’t exist.

“I’m not gonna answer that,” Debbie says. “But... I’d just like to make sure. ‘Cause you’re the only not-completely-insufferable blood relation I have.”

Neither of them say anything for a moment; Danny picks at a loose teal thread, trying to think of how best to phrase the thoughts rattling around in his head. “I don’t hate you,” he finally says. “And I don’t dislike you, either. You’re a pretty good sister. And a great thief.”

“I know,” she replies. “I’m not gonna say it back, ‘cause then you’re gonna get an inflated ego.”

“Works for me,” Danny says, grinning a little.

“I guess it’s just... I mean, I let all the old resentment get in the way of, y’know. Having a decent relationship, personally or professionally.”

Danny nods. He’s still got the scar from the time they both went after the Ruby of the Isle; he’d won, but just barely, and only because he had Rusty and she hadn’t found Lou. But at the end of the day, neither of them have tried to kill the other, and they still did grow up together, playing in Atlantic City casinos and building sand castles under the boardwalk. “I think we’re too old for that now.”

“You’re the old one here,” Debbie replies, no bite in the remark.

“Only two years,” he reminds her. “But I did the same thing as you, letting petty grudges get in the way of family, and for that I’m sorry.”

“I am, too.”

“Thanks, Debs.” He frowns. “They’re taking a really long time to get the groceries, aren’t they?”

As if summoned, the door opens, and Rusty and Lou, each with a measly two bags in their hands, walk in. And Rusty has his phone in his hands. “Rus, I swear--”

“Too late,” Rusty grins, as the shutter sound rings out through the living room. “That outfit has already been immortalized.”

“Have I already said I’m divorcing you? I’m divorcing you.”

“Does it count as fratricide if he’s your brother-in-law?” Debbie asks.

“Disproportionate reactions,” Rusty accuses. “Besides, I’ve already sent it to Linus.”

Danny’s eyes widen. “Not Linus.”

“You heard me.”

His phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s a text from Linus Caldwell himself, consisting of a single thumbs-up emoji and two grinning cats. “You’re all terrible people. Terrible, terrible people.”

(the sweater rusty is wearing is real) (as is lou’s) (and the ocean siblings’)

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vidkid20ssimblrlair · 3 years

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Episode 32: Sundown At Ashfield (Part 2)

He grabbed his backpack and placed his mask inside. He then pointed towards the cemetery front gate and we entered. We walk through rows of graves as we went deeper and deeper into the cemetery.

Some graves were covered entirely by grass and weeds while others sat tall and crooked in the dirt. He pointed to a giant weeping willow tree and there a small tent sat under it. It looked like a campsite with a little campfire, a sitting area with logs, and various gear sitting around it.

"Welcome," he beamed. "This is my home away from home, so make yourself at home."

"In a cemetery?"

"It's not that bad. It's pretty serene. Plus the dead stay dead here. No rising from the grave so far."

"Still doesn't make it any less creepy."

"Oh, don't be such a Debbie Downer. Sit down. Let's talk."

He sat down and I sat down across from him. I placed my bag beside me and watched him do the same. He lit a fire with a lighter creating a warm glow amongst the chilly gloom.

"So what happened to the fancy stick?" I scoffed. "You actually managed to impress me out there.”

"Really? It’s just something I made using junk at the junkyard. A spear. It took me forever to make” he blushed as I rolled my eyes. “I fashioned it after my favorite video game-"

"Ugh, videogames. You sound like Audrey."

"Who?"

"Nevermind.”

“Well, I left it at the front gate if you want to look at it.”

“No. I don’t.”

“Ok. Ok. Well, I bet this will put a smile on your face." He smirked and reached for his backpack. He pulled out a packet of small spongy cakes. He held it up like a trophy, ripped it open, took out one, and bit into it. He then held the packet out to me. A mouth full of cake, he offered me the other. "Twinkie?"

"No, thanks," I frowned. He seemed disappointed but continued eating. I studied his face now getting a good look. He looked to be banged up a bit. He even seemed to be sporting a shiner and bruises to go with it. Poor guy. My eyes then scan the place as he chomped down on the second cake. I felt unease. Not because of the creepy choice of setting, but for the living who might come by. "So you sure this place is secure?"

"Yep. Along as the gate is closed, they stay out. Maybe one or two might squeeze in -”

“No. I mean the living.”

“Oh. Well, not even my sister knows about this place. Also, most strangers stay clear of places like this, so we’re good."

"Are you sure? No one followed you?"

"Follow me?! No way! They don't care about me or where I go. My sister does, but only when she remembers I'm related to her," he huffed. "Besides, they sent me out on a supply run. They've been sending me out for a lot of supply runs lately. To get me out the way I guess. They probably think I'll be gone for days since they sent me on some stupid hunt for watch batteries. Jokes on them, I found them already. Ha!"

"How about Jade though?"

"What about her?"

"Well, last I left you she was knocked out on the floor thanks to your genius thinking and you were going make up some bullshit story to save your ass. What happened with that?"

"Well, she woke up. That's for sure. She was a bit confused and dizzy at the time so she brought my story. Didn't make her any less angry though. She yelled a lot. Asked me a bunch of questions and yelled some more."

"Oh. So is that who gave you that shiner?"

"The black eye," he asked touching it hesitantly. He shook his head. "No. Ace did this but it's nothing. I've had worse."

"Worse?"

"Yeah. Let's just say I don't keep medical supplies around just for kind strangers like you," he chuckled. He then sighed. "He just gets really angry and frustrated with me is all. After Jade told him my story about getting jumped, he told me I should have done something. Said I was useless. Then he punishes me...with his fist."

I shook my head. "You should leave them."

"But my-"

"Your sister. Yeah, I know, but it's not fair to you. Does she even try to stop it? Does she do anything?"

"She tries to talk him down and she has kept him from killing me so far."

"That's fucked up."

"I'm fine. Really. Don't worry about me," he smirked. He fidgeted a bit and threw his twinkie wrapper to the side. He then grabbed another one. "You sure don't want one? Here take one."

He handed it to me, but I had no interest in cake or food at the moment. I placed it on top of my bag beside me. I looked up at him and his mouth was already full of cake. I groaned. "Enough with the twinkies!"

"You don't like them?"

"They’re fine, but I didn't come here to stuff my face, kid. I came here-"

"For Gemma."

"Bingo. You know her?"

"Yeah. Redhead, right? Tall, pale, insane."

"Yeah. Exactly. Definitely nuts. She part of your crew, right?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately," he mumbled. He tensed up and look downward. "When you said Gemma, I thought the name sound familiar. I wasn't entirely sure. Then it came back to me. You're talking about Big Red."

"Who?"

"Big Red. Her codename is Red Devil, but everybody calls her Big Red. Have you come across her or something?"

"Have I come across her? She's in my house right now. Well, where me and my friends are staying at least. She just showed up one day-"

"Wait! You said she's at your house?" he gasped. "Oh, God. Are you serious?"

"Yeah. She's tied up in our kitchen now-"

"That doesn't matter. You're like in serious danger," he shrilled. He then began grumbling to himself. "They never tell me anything. Shit. Of all the things to not to tell me..."

"Hey! Hey!" I snarled. I snapped my fingers in his face. "Talk to me. What's up?"

He came back to attention. His eyes wide and the color draining from his face. "Has anyone died since she's been there?"

"Meh. No. Not really. We had an old lady named Grace die, but that was before she came and the corpses killed her."

"Well, you're lucky. That's a damn miracle. You see Red takes pleasure in killing. She kills people. She likes toying with them first and then she lets them turn. Sometimes she lets them turn and watches them devour loved ones. She thinks it's funny. She's a psychopath and Ace loves her for it. She’s like his little pet," he said. "He sends her in when he wants a bloodbath, so I don't get it. You should be dead by now."

"Well, we're not and she's tied up. Maybe we got the better of her."

"Of her. Ha! If she wants to kill you... if she wants to get free, she will. She knows how to manipulate people to get what she wants. Trust me. She won't stay tied up for long," he warned. "Hmm...the only reason you're still alive because Ace had to order her not to. That's the only thing that makes sense."

"Why would Ace order her not to? Is that his usual thing?"

"No. Not at all. He takes pleasure in sick shit like Red, but he's a lot more tamer about it I guess. Still strange. At less...," he pondered. He then gasped. "At less, he needs you alive."

I scoffed. "For what?"

"I don't know. It's the only explanation I got though."

"You're hopeless. Do they really not tell you anything?" I sighed. "What about the Ace? What's his deal?"

"Ace aka Johnathan? He's just a power-hungry asshole who takes his jollies on preying on the weak and stealing from them. Who needs to find supplies or food when you can make someone else do it for you," he scowled. "But he didn't start off like that. He was a jerk but he was fairly normal when we met him. Part of me pities him."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Like you, he had a daughter, but he lost her doing this. It broke him. The way she died and everything. It truly broke him."

I started to ask how she died but part of me was afraid. People dying in this mess was enough to mess with your head, but losing a child...that was something else. I thought back to the zombified little girl and I got chills. I then thought of my daughter. Was Mya alive?

Both of us then froze as we heard something. It sounded like it was right behind me. The crinkling of paper? I quickly stood up and look back. A hand was reaching out from behind a gravestone and bushes. It had managed to pull my bag closer to them and its fingers felt around on top of my bag. It grabbed the Twinkies and I grabbed its wrist. It was no way it was a corpse. I pulled out my gun and pulled the intruder towards me. I gasped.

"Audrey?!"

"What? You're weren't eating them and I got hungry," she whined. I let her go and she grab the spongy cakes. "You don't want it right?"

Part 1

Audrey gets those Twinkies in Part 3.

P.S. I wish someone would make a normal looking wooden spear and Twinkies is a nod to Zombieland. xD

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holdin-out-for-a-hero · 4 years

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Rookie- Leon Kennedy X Reader Ch.13 part 1

Warnings: none

A/N: this chapter was so long that tumblr couldn’t handle it. Anyways, thank you all for reading, I’m gonna make a long gushy post about this series ending.

Hanging up the phone, you wiped the tears from your eyes. You just had to make the hardest phone call ever. Telling your brother that your parents were dead was not something you ever expected to do. And to be speechless when he asked "how, why?"

You told him it was a virus that brought down the city, but didn't mention the zombies. He couldn't handle knowing that, if he even believed it in the first place.

You turned back around at the three others sharing your hotel room, and they all looked away as if they hadn't heard a thing you just said on the call. They really sucked at acting.

You went to the bathroom to calm down. Splashing cold water on your face, you hoped it would alleviate the redness on your nose and around your eyes. You held onto the sink, closing your eyes and taking a few breaths. Even though you were out of raccoon city, out of danger, you weren't out of the words just yet. You had a feeling that no matter how much time had passed, you would never be done with raccoon city. But you didn't want to think about that. Once your face had returned to a normal color, you stepped out of the bathroom.

Just as you entered the room, there was a knock at the door. Claire opened the door to see the woman from the front desk.

"I thought you all might want to look through this," the woman began, entering your room without permission and laying a box onto one of the beds, "This is the lost and found bin. Feel free to keep whatever you want, it's been collecting dust for years. You all need it more than anybody."

You looked down at your clothes and knew what she meant.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it," she said, making her way to the door, "if you need anything, let me know."

"Oh!" Claire got the woman's attention, "We could use some more of those little soaps and towels!"

The woman nodded, and turned around, before turning back and saying, "And be careful, there might be some freaky stuff in there. None of us employees have the nerve to go through it." How reassuring, you thought. The woman then left.

And with that, you, Leon, and Claire began looking through the box. While there were a few nasty things, there was some good stuff too. There were a lot of large shirts, perfect for sleeping in and just long enough that you'd be ok if you couldn't find any pants. There was one pair that could possibly fit you, but you let Claire have them because you already picked out a shirt that went down to your knees. Leon was having a much easier time with this, as most of the clothing actually fit him. The issue for all of you, though, was undergarments. This wasn't a wardrobe, this was just a collection of items left behind, so there weren't many options. There were no bras, but you figured a tank top under the T-Shirt might make it a little less obvious that you didn't have one on. At least you hoped that would work.

You held up a pair of lacy underwear with your index finger, eyebrows raising. Claire laughed.

"It's an option," you said.

"You seriously considering it?" She asked.

"Yes I am, I've been stuck in the same pair all week. I have no other option. Unless of course you want them."

"I'd rather go commando."

Claire sifted through the box a little more, then lifted her hands, giving up.

"Screw it, that's what I'm gonna do!"

Leon lifted up a large pair of dirty boxer briefs, dropping them back down with a scowl on his face.

"Me too."

You laughed quietly; you never thought you would have this conversation, especially with two people who were basically strangers. But the three of you have been through too much for anything to be awkward anymore.

The woman once again bust into your room, towels in her hand this time. You panicked and dropped the lacy underwear in your hands, earning another laugh from Claire and Leon.

She gave you a weird look before dropping the towels and soaps on the bed, too, before making her leave.

"Who gets the shower first?" Leon asked, unknowingly creating tension between the three of you. Claire looked to you, then to Leon, and then to Sherry.

"Sherry," she said, and you all could agree on that.

"When was the last time each of you showered? Cause I haven't showered since the 22nd" you said, raising a brow. As it was now the 30th, you figured you had won second place.

"You go next," Claire sighed. She then looked to Leon.

"Ladies first," he smiled at her. So it was settled, Sherry would go first, then you, then Claire, and then Leon.

Sherry went to take her shower, while Leon and Claire dug into some of the food you had just bought. You didn't realize how hungry you were until Leon opened a bag of chips, and as if on cue, your stomach growled.

"Hand me the bag," you said to Leon. He lifted up his chip bag to you. "No, I mean the grocery bag."

He leaned over the table to grab it and handed it to you, and you thanked him. So, your first meal in a long time was a stick of beef jerky and a little Debbie snack cake. How nutritious. Still, it was satisfying to your starving stomach. So you, Leon, and Claire made a full meal out of gas station garbage food, quickly depleting the bag of its contents. You all had to stop yourselves, though, so that Sherry would have some too.

Claire moved from her place at the table and moved to a spot on the bed next to you, turning on the TV.

"I hope something good is on," she said to herself. You watched silently as she flipped though the channels, eyes widening once she passed the news channel.

"Go back," you said, getting closer to the tv. She did as you told her, though confused.

"Congress has decided to send a missile to end the deadly viral outbreak in Raccoon city," A news reporter said. Then, it cut to a press conference, where an important politician made a statement.

"This decision was not an easy one, but in order to ensure the safety of the rest of the nation, we are doing what has to be done."

You stood frozen, as did Claire and Leon, who had just tuned in. The air in the room was thick, so thick that you couldn't take a big enough breath. Your hands started to shake in front of you, so you balled them into fists to hide it. Luckily for you, though, Sherry opened the bathroom door and walked out; it was your turn now, and you wasted no time to get behind the safety of the bathroom door so that they wouldn't see you break down. You closed the door a little too loud behind you, cursing to yourself because you didn't mean to draw so much attention to yourself.

You turned on the water and stripped yourself of the dirty clothes that clung to your skin. You looked down at the pile below you: you would definitely be throwing those away. After that thought, you mind went back to what was plaguing it.

You couldn't believe it. While you understood it and knew it had to be done, you just couldn't accept that Raccoon City would be no more. Your hometown was gonna get blown off the map.

You stepped into the shower, barely feeling the scalding hot water on your skin.

Your friends, family, colleagues: dust in the wind.

You sat down on the floor of the tub, watching the water around you turn muddy.

The playgrounds you used to love as a kid, the stores you shopped at, places you visited: all gone.

You wanted to scream, to let out those emotions constantly bubbling up in your chest, but you couldn't. Not with Claire and Leon and Sherry so near. You had to be strong, you were the oldest, the most experienced. You couldn't break down. Not yet. But it was so hard to keep it in once you knew that every aspect of your past, your life, would be wiped clean.

Just like your body in this shower, your entire life was washing away in front of you. There was no way to stop it, though. And pretty soon, your emotions shut down. You've never been more thankful for numbness in your life. It helped you focus on the task at hand, washing your hair, then your wounds, and then the rest of your body.

You knew you couldn't stay in the shower forever; Leon and Claire still had to go, and you didn't want to steal them of hot water. You turned the shower off, and stepped out onto the floor mat. Drying your body off, you wondered how long it had been since your skin was clean. It had been at least a week, you thought, and you wondered how Leon could have ever been attracted to you with you smelling like sweat and blood. Maybe because he started smelling like sweat and blood, too.

You looked down at the clothes below you. You had grabbed a tank top, a very large t-shirt, and the lacy underwear. Someone else's lacy underwear. You debated what was worse: wearing someone else's clean lingerie or your own underwear that you had worn all week. Neither choice was a winning option, but you opted for the stranger's underwear, as it was actually clean. If you had found a pair of pants, you would've gone commando, but that wasn't really an option. You slid them on along with the tank top.

Studying your bite in the mirror, you were so thankful to be immune. You remembered a document from umbrella's lab, it said that approximately 10% of the population was naturally immune to the virus. And you were lucky enough to be one of those people. But so many other people were not as lucky.

The bite didn't look too bad anymore and didn't need to be covered with a bandage, so you slid on the long T-Shirt. You were right, it did go below your knees. You looked down at your legs, and then to the bite on your calf; it had healed up so much that it barely looked like a bite anymore, it looked more like a scrape, which meant you wouldn't scare anybody with it.

You dried your hair and face with the towel, working up the courage to leave the bathroom. You did have an accidentally dramatic exit, so you knew it would be awkward. Still, you had to bite the bullet. Hanging up the towel and picking up your clothes, you headed out the door.

"So, should we make a dirty clothes pile?" You asked, trying to sound as casual as you could. They were still glued to the TV, but Claire snapped out of it and showed you the hamper that was in the closet.

"You're up," you said to her.

"You saved me some hot water, right?" She asked, her smile, though, seemed fake.

"I'm not evil."

She laughed, and headed towards the bathroom.

You sat down next to Sherry on the bed that she and Claire would share. She was watching the TV as well, eyes glued to it just like Leon. It was still the news, and the story was still Raccoon City.

"When's it gonna happen?" You asked Leon.

"Tomorrow at noon," he said, his voice muffled because his jaw rested on his hand.

"Do you mind if we turn this off," you asked. You didn't want to hear anymore and you had a feeling Sherry didn't either. She was like you in that she had her whole life in Raccoon city.

Leon looked over to you and sherry, noticing the same expression on both of your faces. Was it grief? Fear? Disbelief? He couldn't tell. He flipped through the channels until he found something more Sherry-friendly, finally settling on cartoons.

The feeling of dread came back; you knew you were not out of the woods yet. Something was about to happen, and you felt it. You just had no idea what that event would be. But you felt it in your bones. You remembered the flash drive, still tucked into your wallet. An instinct told you to hide it, to make sure it doesn't get into the wrong hands. Again, you didn't know why, you didn't even know who would count as the wrong hands. You just knew that it wasn't safe in your hands. At least not now.

Then you had an idea, but it was a risk, and it wouldn't be the permanent hiding place for the flashdrive. Still, you figured no one would find it for a while. You spotted the lost and found box, it's mildly disturbing contents displayed in their fully glory. The woman who brought it in said she never looked in it, you figured no one else would, either.

You stood up, grabbing the box and putting it on the table. Then, you took the flash drive from your wallet and put it in the pocket of a shirt and wrapped it into a ball. You stuck it at the bottom of the box. You then situated the clothes on top, making sure the nastiest, most questionable things were on full display so that no one would have the nerve to go through it.

"Do you think we're done with this?" You asked Leon. He looked up from the TV again.

"Think so," he began, "I certainly don't want to touch anything in that box again."

"I don't want to keep looking at it either, I'll take it back to the front desk," you replied. Holding the box against your hip, you opened the front door and walked out into the open air. The sun was now setting, casting a beautiful glow along the plains around you. The late-September chill was finally catching up to the area, making your bare-legged self speed walk to the lobby. You opened the door, smiling at the woman at the front desk, before putting the box on the counter, saying a brief thanks, and leaving.

As you re-entered the room, you noticed Claire had finished her shower and put her clothes in the hamper on top of yours. Leon had entered the bathroom now, and you could hear the shower running again through the wall.

Leon must have known that since he was the last one to shower, he could take his time. And that's exactly what he did. He took so long, in fact, that you forgot he was still in the bathroom, and you, needing to pee, walked in.

You opened the door and took a step inside before you froze at the sight of Leon. From the other room, Claire tried to warn you but it was too late. He had his pants on, thank God, but you still caught him shirtless.

"Im so sorry!" You said, hand over your mouth. You were sure your face was bright red. You turned back to walk out.

"Wait," he said. You looked back at him, confused. "Can you help me with my shoulder? I'm having trouble wrapping it one-handed."

So you stayed in the cramped, steamy bathroom with him. He leaned against the sink while you blotted his bullet wound with disinfectant. You remembered when he got shot, all the emotions that went through your head as you watched him writhe in pain. The panic must have kept you from thinking straight, because you never checked to see if the bullet went through or if it was still imbedded in his shoulder. You turned his back slightly to look, and luckily there was an exit wound. When you got to cleaning the back, though, he winced under your touch.

"You ok?" You asked, pulling the pad of alcohol away from his skin.

"I'm fine," he said, "But you could kiss it better." The man turned to watch your expression, that stupid smirk on his face again.

And you, being completely burnt out, thought that was the funniest thing you had ever heard.

"Your bullet wound?" You said between giggles, "You want me to kiss your bullet wound? Will that make it all better?"

"Actually, I think I know of a better place for that kiss to go," he said, leaning forward.

"Really? And where's that?" You asked. He tapped his lips. You pulled away.

"Let me finish your shoulder, first. Then I'll see what I can do."

The man pouted as you turned him once again and grabbed the role of gauze. You began wrapping the bandages around his shoulder. This time was much different than the first time, though, because this time you weren't sobbing your eyes out and Ada wasn't judging you the whole time. Once his shoulder was wrapped, you placed a kiss on top of the bandage.

Leon cleared his throat, tapping his lips once again. Your rolled your eyes, but relented.

Your lips met his again, gentle and slow as ever. He grabbed you by your waist, pulling you closer, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You knew that man had you whipped. As you separated, Leon took your arm.

"And how's your shoulder?" He asked.

"It's not that deep of a wound, actually. It barely broke the skin," you showed him the bite wound, which was mostly a bruise now, there were a few scabbed places, though.

"How about your stomach?"

"Same thing, wasn't that deep," you said, almost lifting your shirt up to show him until your remembered that you only had a lacy thong underneath. Thank God you caught yourself, he’d didn’t need to see all that just yet...

"Hey, uh, I don't want to interrupt anything but Sherry needs to get in there," Claire said from behind the door.

The two of you walked out of the bathroom, trying, and failing, to act as if nothing had happened.

Although it was only around eight when everyone was done showering, the hectic night before combined with the lack of sleep and adrenal fatigue meant you all were too exhausted to stay up any longer. It was probably the earliest you'd ever gone to sleep, you thought, yet you were so relieved for it. And even though all four of you would later fight nightmares, insomnia, and varying degrees of PTSD, this night was perfectly peaceful. For the last time in your life, sleep came easily.

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crossovereddie · 4 years

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Thoughts on S10xE12: THE WEDDING

Okay so y’all know how this is gonna go. A lot of tears. A lot of screaming via caps lock. And of course it wouldn’t be complete without a lot of “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH” and pet names for Mickey. Enjoy.

Let’s get non related gallavich things out of the way because I don’t wanna finish this on a downer

I actually love Liam/Frank scenes

Debbie finally getting what she deserves? Good

Tami is a fucking bitch

Entitled little brat

You won’t change my mind about this

Don’t even try defending her

You NEVER use someone’s child against them.

Don’t threaten to take Fred away then be shocked that Lip ruined his sobriety

I just kept repeating “please no” when he paused before taking that first sip

It fucking hurt so much

Lip deserves BETTER

Tami is toxic. End of. Period.

Now let’s bring up the mood!!

Liam looking at the tuxes was so cute

He’s so confused

Mickey actually chose a white tux for himself :((((((

My snow angel🥺

Everyone checking on Ian is so sweet

Carl’s toe nail clippings “you picking those up” 😂😂😂

Ian really hates that shit doesn't he

I'm so proud of him for taking his meds

GIVE ME THOSE PHOTOS

"Savings" lmao

Baby got fancy for his wedding

HIS FACE I CANT😂😂😂

They shower together :((((

“Those are nice right?”

Fashionista Mickey making another comeback

Unpopular opinion but I love seeing his Ian tattoo on his chest ON THEIR WEDDING DAY

chin touch :(

So soft. So sweet.

THE WAY IAN GRABS HIM YES BITCH

THE GRUNT 🤤🤤🤤

HEIGHT DIFFERENCE FUCK

MICKEY IS T I N Y!!!!

TOWEL

NECK KISS

FUCK

I fucking hate terry

I need him dead because my baby isn’t safe until he is

His little “what?” 😩

HE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER

GET HIM BABY

But like don’t because I need you free

Can sandy poison terry or something?

Sandy 😂😂

This scene was sad because my poor baby but so early shameless I love it

Carl and the beer trilogy 😂😂😂

“I don’t wanna get married where my shoes stick to the floor”

GIVE THE PRINCE HIS ROYAL WEDDING

The spinal cord line 😂😂😂

Mickey’s a Gallagher I don’t care what their last name is

HERE COME THE TEARS AGAIN

“Why is Mickey handcuffed?”

“Terry fucking wins again” NO BABY

MY FUCKING HEART

ILL GIVE YOU ALL THE HALLOWEEN CANDY TO FILL YOUR LITTLE TUMMY BABY BOY

I WANNA BUY YOU ALL THE CHRISTMAS GIFTS YOU WANT

LET ME ADOPT YOU

IM SO FUCKING SAD FOR HIM

HE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER

“I love you. I love you” 😭😭😭😭😭

“This son of a bitch is never gonna let me be happy” IM SOBBING ALL OVER AGAIN

In so little words Lip really said “Mickey Milkovich deserves the wedding of his dreams and we’re gonna make it happen if it’s the last thing I do”

Did anyone else start singing Carrie Underwood when Ian said “Louisville slugger”

The Gallagher’s love Mickey so much

I LOVE MICKEY SO MUCH

IAN FUCKING LOVES MICKEY SO MUCH

“Mickey might have to marry Debbie instead of Ian”

“Nice polish boy named Michael” LMAO

I love Lip

OKAY THIS SCENE KILLED ME

The way Mickey is looking at Ian melts my heart

Again their height difference murdered me

YOU WANT KIDS?

K I D S

IAN WANTS KIDS WITH MICKEY BUT WE ALREADY KNEW THAT

FUCK HIS DREAM FROM THE ICONIC DELETED SCENE IS COMING TRUE

IF THEY DONT HAVE KIDS NEXT SEASON IM RIOTING

I like when they make fun of each other because they are literally best friends forever

THEIR SMILES

MILKOVICH

GALLAGHER

BUT WHICH ONE IS IT NOW

Ian is obsessed with holding mickey’s neck

THUMB

MY BOYS LOOK SO HANDSOME IN THEIR TUXEDOS

Mickey trying to be nice to this lady 😂😂

I LOVE HIS VOICE

They have mutual friends and I’m fond

I told y’all it’s the little things that get me

“Chiavari chairs look nice” “I like how the gold catches the light” DONE

The cake topper I NEED IT

I HATE TERRY I HATE TERRY I HATE TERRY

The lip and Ian scene made me cry again

THE SONG

IAN YOU SAP

HE LOVES MICKEY SO MUCH

As soon as I heard the first cords of the song I IMMEDIATELY bursted into sobs

IM CRYING AGAIN

MY LONELY DAYS ARE OVER 😭😭😭

Once again I’m beyond jealous of sandy

I wanna walk my baby down the aisle 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HES SO CUTE FUCK

IM HONESTLY NOT OKAY

THE NIGHT I LOOKED AT YOU

I DIDNT KNOW THIS SONG WAS GONNA HURT SO MUCH

HEIGHT DIFFERENCE AGAIN IM SO BLESSED

It’s like even more noticeable this episode right?????

TINY AND TALL

BLACK HAIR AND RED HAIR

BLUE EYES AND GREEN EYES

WHITE TUX AND BLACK TUX

TOUGH AND SOFT

THEY COMPLIMENT EACH OTHER IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE

Kev was so funny finally

GET HIS HOMOPHOBIC ASS GAY JESUS SQUAD

When they kept singing even after he pulled his gun I cried so hard

I’m crying again wtf

THE VOWS FUCK

TO BE MY HUSBAND

IM FULL ON UGLY CRYING I CANT EVEN SEE THE SCREEN

I IAN TAKE YOU MICKEY TO BE MY HUSBAND

FUCK THIS HURTS SO MUCH

AFTER ALL THE SHIT THEYVE BEEN THROUGH THEYRE GIVING THEMSELVES TO EACH OTHER IN THE PUREST WAY POSSIBLE

“Now?” “Yes now” HE WAS SO EAGER AND SHOCKED THAT THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE SINCE HE WAS A KID IS NOW HIS HUSBAND

We got to see the smitten lovesick Ian Gallagher from s1 again

HES NEVER STOPPED BEING SMITTEN AND LOVESICK BY MICKEY

Honestly same

Not gonna lie, seeing frank emotional made me even more emotional

MICKEYS SMILE COULD LIGHT THE WORLD

MY SON IS ACUALLY MY SUN

THE HAND HOLDING IS SO CUTE

THEYRE ACTUALLY MARRIED

HUSBANDS!!!!!

IAN SO PROUD HAVING HIS BABY ON HIS ARM

YES MICKEY IS IANS BABY FIGHT ME

IM SO FUCKING HAPPY

MICKEY DANCING IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE

“I miss mom” that hurt a lot more than I thought it ever would

I’m glad they mentioned Monica. Ian loved her so much

YOURE REALLY GONNA PLAY PERFECT RIGHT NOW FUCK YOU

“I should probably go dance with my husband” THATS YOUR HUSBAND CAN YOU BELIEVE IT

The head neck tuck 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THE WAY THEYRE HOLDING EACH OTHER LIKE THEY NEVER WANNA LET GO

“We were just kids when we fell in love not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time” FUCK WHOEVER PICKED THIS SONG YOU WIN

I actually hate this song with a passion but suddenly I love it

LIKE THEYRE ACTUALLY SLOW DANCING

SLOW DANCING AT THEIR OWN WEDDING

IAN REALLY HAD TO DO THE NECK GRAB WITH THE THUMB RUB COMBO JUST TO KILL ME DIDNT HE

THEYRE SO IN LOVE IVE NEVER SEEN A LOVE THIS DEEP BEFORE (and I’m fucking married to the love of my life/high school sweetheart lmao)

Liam getting the car for them was the sweetest thing

He opens the car for Ian :((((

HE HOPS INTO THE CAR MY LITTLE BUNNY

Frank is genuinely happy for them and that fucks me up so much

THEY REALLY HAD TO USE RED SHEETS HUH

THEY KNEW IT WOULD FUCK US ALL UP EVEN MORE THAN WE ALREADY ARE

The soft touches are always my favorite

They make my heart flutter

“Morning Mr. Gallavich” OKAY SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT THAT WAS ACTUALLY REALLY FUCKING CUTE

“Morning Mr......Millogher?” THE CUTENESS WONT STOP

Mickey physically cannot stop caressing Ian

THE THUMBS ALWAYS GET ME

Like I actually look for them knowing they’re gonna be doing the thumb rub

Fucking terry

BUT THEY LOOK SO CUTE COVERED IN FEATHERS

There Mickey goes again with the Ian caressing

in case you forgot: THEYRE MARRIED

HUSBANDS

I can’t believe this actually happened. They’re actually MARRIED. After everything they/we have been through....wow. I’m still in shock. I’m still crying my eyes out. Now I’m gonna go cuddle up with my husband and make him watch the episode with me since he finally has time. I’m over emotional. It’s not fair that they wait until I’m pregnant to let Mickey be happy. It’s like they enjoy my uncontrollable sobs. Leave me your thoughts! I wanna talk about this episode forever.

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t-lostinworlds · 5 years

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Subverting Expectations (Shawn Mendes)

A/N: Am I being extra with the title? Maybe haha. Anyhow, here’s a quick birthday blurb I wrote that may suck since I really wrote this in a few hours (yay me *gives self a cookie* aslkalska) Hope you enjoy!

AND HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY TO YOU SHAWN! ILY

Summary: Shawn expected his birthday to not be as happy since you couldn’t make it, but it was his birthday, of course there was a surprise.

Warnings: Fluff and typos.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Masterlist in Bio

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"Come on man, lighten up, it's your big day. I'm sure she has a good reason why she can't make it." Brian tried his hardest to comfort the birthday boy, but much to no avail, Shawn didn't even bother to move a muscle. He was all bundled up in his bed on the bus, a deep frown etched on his face as he stared blankly at the conversation shown on his phone.

They were on their way to New York at this hour to celebrate his 21st birthday, but Shawn couldn't find his excitement anymore as he re-read the two text messages his girlfriend of 2 years, sent him just last night and one this morning.

iMessage from Y/N: Hey bub, I am really really reallllyyy sorry to tell you this over text but I don't think I can make it to New York :(( Something came up with work and I can't say no unless I want to jeopardize my job. I feel soo awful right now but I will make it up to you in due time, I promise. I love you with all my heart my wonderful rockstar. Happy birthday. xx

iMessage from Y/N: Hey baby, my boss just said it's a no phone event so I won't have access with my phone the whole day. I really am so so sorry Shawn :// I will make it up angel I promise. I love you loads x

Shawn had been so thrilled for months on end leading up to this day, not only because he was turning into the big twenty-one but he was finally going to see her after months of being away. But now, even that plan has flunked and he wasn't sure when he was going to see her, if it was sooner or later.

The young man's hopes were definitely crushed with those simple text messages, and he doesn't even have the energy to get up anymore. Sure it may sound a bit too extra, but he just misses her so damn much and he was looking forward to celebrating this special day with the love of his life.

"Bro, don't make me drag your ass out of bed." Brian's voice echoed around the space again, followed by a loud thump as a pillow was thrown right at Shawn's face, making him drop his phone on the floor.

"Seriously dude?" The curly boy reached for the device with a groan as he shot his friend a death glare, to which Brian only shrugged. "We're almost there, get up or I'll be throwing something less soft than a pillow."

"Okay fine. Jeez, I didn't ask you to become my dad all of the sudden." Shawn grumbled, sitting up fully with a deep sigh as he ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"Don't worry, I'm sure she sends all her love to you dude. And she would want you to have as much as you can; it's your big day." Brian gave his friend a reassuring smile, trying his best not to say anything or else Y/N would definitely kill him for good this time.

"Yeah, I know. I just really wish she was here."

***

"Does he suspect anything?"

"Not a single clue. Idiot has been moping around the whole day." Connor chuckled as he helped you with your bag, loading it in the car as quick and as low key as you can, making sure both of you will go unnoticed.

Connor's alibi of buying more film not raising any suspicion in Shawn's mind, and you were thankful.

You couldn't help but feel bad a little though, knowing that he was probably so gutted when he found out you couldn't make it, or at least that's what you made him think.

What you told him wasn't entirely a lie, but you've managed to charm your way out of the situation, thankful that your boss was an understanding person. You owe that woman a lot.

Though the last text was totally made up, since you can't find the courage to lie to him more when he calls you, and knowing your man, you best believe he's going to blow up your phone.

Besides, he is turning 21 after all, a little surprise won't hurt.

"And none of you has managed to slip something up this time?" You raised an eyebrow at your companion, Connor scoffing in response as he placed a palm flat on his chest, feigning offense.

"Are you doubting our ability to keep secrets Y/N?" The young boy teased, to which you only roll your eyes. "Oh please, I haven't forgotten Amsterdam." You stated, still remembering how both him and Brian managed to slip that you weren't missing Shawn's first show after all.

"Touché."

"Come on, party starts in a few hours and I need to get ready." You laughed as you nudged Connor to get in the car, the boy nodding with a chuckle of his own as he slid in the backseat.

This was going to be a fun party.

***

You went straight to the back once you got to the venue, keeping your head down low as you met with Jake who stood just beside the cake that sat at the table.

"Hey there kiddo." The big man chuckled as he brought you in for a hug, you returning the gesture with a bright smile of your own, casting your eyes at the cake once the two of you pulled away.

"Is it heavy?" You asked, wondering if you would be able to carry it with ease without it toppling over. It was a cute cake to say the least – a simple three tiered cake with the colors of blue, pink and purple in swirls, sort of like a galaxy with the tour flowers littered everywhere along with musical notes, and of course, with a guitar right up top – and you definitely don't want it to end up on the floor.

Jake only gave you a knowing nod as he gave the cake a once over. "It's nothing you can't handle."

You flashed him a genuine and grateful smile. "Thank you so much Jake. Are we set?"

"Yup, you should hear Brian yell in just about a few minutes."

***

Meanwhile, Shawn was across the room from where you were hiding, constantly checking his phone to see if you had responded to any of his texts, also while trying to keep up with the conversation with his friends.

Shawn had a smile on his lips while he talked, going around and thanking each person for coming and for greeting him happy birthday, but that smile never did once reach his ears for the whole duration of the party.

He was being a Debbie Downer at his own birthday bash but he just can't help it. He hasn't spoken to you the whole day and he was worrying himself sick just thinking about where you are and if you were okay.

It was maybe the hundredth time he's checked his phone when Brian pulled it straight out of his hands.

"Dude what the fuck?" If looks could kill, Brian would've been straight up dead as Shawn glared at his friend, nowhere near pleased with what he did.

"Relax man and enjoy your party! You're being so grumpy right now and you're ruining the mood." The ginger boy joked, punching Shawn's arm playfully with a loud laugh.

Shawn sighed, a hand threading through his curls as he thought about how awful it might have looked, that he was mopping around when a lot of people went their way to celebrate his birthday with him. "Fine, I'm sorry. Just give me my phone back."

Brian did so as he handed the 21-year-old his phone, giving his arm a comforting squeeze as he said. "Just enjoy your night man and besides... It's cake time!" The boy yelled the last part at the top of his lungs, making sure that his voice was heard through the loud thumping music.

Everyone cheered at Brian's announcement, the DJ quick to transition the tune to the usual happy birthday song as the crowd sang along. "Happy birthday to you..."

People started to slowly make way for the cake at it slowly approaching the birthday boy, the crowd singing with bright smiles as the sparklers on the cake glowed high and bright, just enough to hide who was actually carrying it.

Shawn smiled, waving his finger in the air as if he was conducting an orchestra as he was relishing his moment, giving his friends and family thankful glances, heart filled with nothing but love and gratitude from them.

"Happy Birthday dear Shawwwn, happy birthday to you!"

A series of applause was heard soon after, Shawn laying his eyes back on the cake as the sparkler started to die down, but before it could fully go out, Jake came into view, taking the caking away from the holder's hand.

And when Shawn finally saw who it was, he felt his whole world halt, full stop.

"What? Did you really think I'd miss your big day?" You giggled, tilting your head to the side as you opened your arms wide. Shawn stood frozen in his spot for a split second, glancing at Brian who shoved two thumbs up in the air before casted his eyes back on you, a mixture of shock, and confusion followed by pure joy flashing on Shawn's face as his brain finally registered what's in front of him. And that was when he ran – like really ran – into your arms as he buried his face right on the crook of your neck.

“You’re so sneaky. I hate you but I love you.” The boy whispered against your skin, his voice soft and gentle but with a little hint of annoyance that you couldn’t help but giggle.

A chorus of Aww's filled the air as Shawn held onto you as tight as he can, scared that if he lets you go, you might disappear before his eyes. Your heart was melting at the seams as you rubbed his back comfortingly, the more so when you heard a soft sob escape his lips.

"Oh baby, are you crying?" You pulled away slightly with a pout, hands going to cup his face to get a better look at him and sure enough, your boy stared right back at you with glossy eyes, bottom lip quivering as he lets out tiny sniffles.

"I just miss you so much." He croaked, resting his forehead against yours as he grips at your waist, the look in his eyes enough to make your tear up a little, an adoring smile on your lips as you pulled him down for a sweet and loving kiss, both of you sighing in a combination of pure relief and content to finally be this close again.

The howls and cheers from the people around you made the two of you pull away with wide grins, a giggle heard from you as wiped away the tear the ran down his cheek with your thumb before your finger got lost in the mesh of his curls and oh how you've missed that feeling. "I miss you too Shawn, happy birthday bubba."

Shawn's never left your side after that. He was somewhat attached to your hip as the two of you went around to room to great new and old friends. Him introducing you to some people with that proud smile on his face and that made your heart grow ten times its normal size.

It was an hour later and a few drinks more when you can tell that he was close to being fully drunk as he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself anymore. Always leaving kisses on sensitive spots and trailing his hand too far down your back as you sat on his lap right on the couch.

"Can we go back to the hotel now please? I just wanna love on you." Shawn whispered in your ear, a pout on his lips as he looked up at you with those pleading eyes.

You couldn't help but giggle at your boy, shaking your head in the process as you boop his nose. "You can't ditch your own party you dork." Shawn shot you a wink, bottom lip now caught between his teeth as he chuckled deeply. "Watch me."

A hearty laugh filled the air as you threw your head back, his offer sounding tempting but you can't just steal him from his own party now can you? "Okay how about I make you a deal: you be a good boy for the rest of the night, enjoy your party, have the greatest fun and in return, I'll be your good girl after hours."

Before Shawn could even get a word out, you dipped your head lower, placing a soft kiss just behind his ear as you whispered, "Plus, I have one more surprise for you later tonight too." You felt Shawn shudder a little under you, hopeful and now blown out eyes looking at you expectantly, a growl like chuckle rumbling in his chest.

"Oh really now? Then it's a done deal miss."

And throughout the rest of night, the birthday boy had the widest smile the world could have ever had the pleasure of seeing, so grateful to be surrounded by so much love and so happy to have you by his side to celebrate this special day that would for sure be a night to remember.

The more so when it was finally left to only you and him back at the hotel, alone and in love with all the time in the universe.

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blackandblueandstars · 4 years

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Happy birthday?

Inspired by post from @idkbutkamilah and comments by @poor-bi-choices

Amy tries to figure out when Kamilah's bday is, Kami mad when she throws party but actually enjoys it

"Kami?" asked Amy.

"Hm?"

"When's your birthday?" Kamilah sighed. She knew it was a matter of time before Amy asked.

"I don't know," Kamilah said with a shrug. "We didn't really celebrate birthdays."

She hoped that would be enough for Amy, but she knew better.

"Well," she said, "what time of year was it?"

"It was summer," said Kamilah. "Many of my friends were born in the spring, but I was born later. It was always very hot, around that time. We were in the thick of summer."

Amy nodded. She'd read about the flooding of the Nile, which occurred around August. It was believed to be a time of fertility in Ancient Egypt, so many conceptions occurred around that time, leading to a spike of births in spring.

"And you never celebrated?" Amy persisted.

"Not as a child," said Kamilah. "Birthdays weren't the same then. They were reserved for Pharaohs, and celebrated their birth as a God."

"What about later on?" asked Amy.

Kamilah sighed. Amy was like a dog with a bone. "The last time I celebrated my birthday was just before Alexander the Great was born," she said. "It was a lovely night under a breathtaking full moon. It just doesn't mean as much when you've got no one to celebrate with."

The look of pain on her face broke Amy's heart. She walked over to her, giving her a hug.

"Sorry," she said. "I'll stop asking about it."

But Amy was resolved to figure out when Kamilah's birthday was and celebrate her properly.

Over the next few months she used her free time to research. She didn't have much luck looking at Ancient Egyptian traditions and time, so she shifted focus to Alexander the Great.

She finally had some luck. Alexander the Great was born during the Olympics, based on reports that his father had received word the day of his birth that his horses had won at the Olympic games.

After further digging, Amy was able to find the previous full moon before the Olympics, as Kamilah had mentioned a full moon on the night she'd last celebrated her birthday.

With a board full of notes that made her look like a conspiracy theorist, Amy was finally able to track down Kamilah's birthday.

June 30th.

Luckily, that gave her a little over a month to plan.

Amy wasn't sure how she should celebrate. She thought of throwing an elegant, formal party, but Kamilah had to attend formal work functions all the time. She wanted her to let loose and have fun.

After agonizing for days, she finally decided to consult Adrian.

"I don't know what to do," said Amy.

"You know she's going to hate this, right?" he said. "She doesn't like celebrating her birthday."

"Ughh," said Amy. "You're supposed to be helping me, not being a Debbie Downer!"

Adrian raised an eyebrow. "A Debbie Downer?"

"Yes," sighed Amy. "Debbie Downer, sourpuss, Negative Nancy, take your pick. I'll go elsewhere."

She left Adrian, deciding to recruit Lily to her super-secret party planning committee.

"Oh! This is so exciting!" squealed Lily. "We can have fireworks and cake and we can have a dance contest and karaoke and all kinds of alcohol."

Amy regretted her decision immediately.

"I'm not sure Kamilah would like that," she said gently.

"Girl," said Lily. "Who wouldn't like that?!"

"...Kamilah," said Amy. "Thanks anyway."

Amy left Lily behind, accepting that she and she alone could plan the perfect party for Kamilah.

She went home and began to draw up ideas. Over the next few weeks she ordered the cake, party favors, Kamilah's favorite wine, and of course her birthday present.

Finally, the day had come.

Kamilah went to work, just like any other day. Amy had already let their friends know when and where to show up, and she put Adrian in charge of getting Kamilah there.

"What do you want me to tell her?" he'd asked.

"I don't know," said Amy. "Make something up. Official Council business. New feral outbreak. Gaius back from the dead. Get creative."

Adrian sighed, but reluctantly accepted the task.

Amy arrived ahead of time to set everything up. She had rented a cabin and planned to bring in Kamilah's birthday under the full moon, just like the last time she'd celebrated. She really hoped she liked it.

Lily and Jax showed up and helped her set, up. She had a table with food and refreshments, a table for vampire-only drinks and a table for alcohol.

She'd gotten Kamilah an adorable birthday crown that was gold and had beautiful jewels, just like the relics she had in her home from her youth.

Jax started a fire to light the dark field behind the cabin. Amy smiled as the darkness grew, hundreds of fireflies littering the field before her.

She received a text from Adrian saying that they were close.

"Okay guys!" she said, they're almost here!

They stood by the gate that led to the back from the driveway, ready to surprise her.

They heard the car and in no time at all, Kamilah rounded the corner.

"Surprise!" they all shouted.

Kamilah reacted instantly, knocking Jax to the ground.

"Oof!" he said.

Kamilah looked around.

"What is this?" she asked quickly. "Amy? You're okay?"

She took Amy in her arms, relief flooding her body.

"Adrian," said Amy, "what did you tell her?"

Adrian shrugged meekly. "She wouldn't come," he said.

"He told me your life was in danger," she said, stepping back. "I now see that is not the case."

Amy smiled, hoping that that remained true. "Happy birthday?" she said shyly.

The color drained from Kamilah's face as she looked at Amy. "Birthday?" she asked.

"I--I figured it out," she said. "And you deserve to be celebrated, so... I threw you a birthday party."

"A birthday party," Kamilah said, still staring at Amy.

"You're not too angry, are you?" asked Amy.

"I told you I don't celebrate my birthday," she said.

"Right," said Amy. "Because you didn't have anyone to celebrate with. But now you do. You have me. Us." She motioned to her friends.

Kamilah sighed. "Amy--"

Amy interrupted her. "Please, Kamilah," she said. "Just give it a chance? If you hate it, we'll leave."

Kamilah pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Very well," she said.

Amy's face lit up like a firework, and Kamilah knew she wouldn't be leaving. She'd do anything for that look in her eyes.

"I got you a birthday crown," said Amy, walking to one of the tables.

"Is this really necessary?" asked Kamilah.

"Yes," said Amy. "Because you're my queen."

Kamilah couldn't help but smile as she pulled out the crown. It reminded her of home, even if it was plastic.

"Very well," said Kamilah, bending down so that Amy could place it on her head.

"You look beautiful, your majesty," said Amy, bowing.

Kamilah chuckled. She even loved Amy's stupid sense of humor.

"Now," said Amy. "I have your favorite wine," she pointed to the alcohol table, "your favorite non-alcoholic refreshment," she pointed to the vampire-only table, "and treats."

Kamilah poured herself a glass of wine.

"Here is your throne, m'lady," said Amy, gesturing to a chair before the fire.

"Thank you," said Kamilah. "This is beautiful, Amy."

"I thought we could bring in your birthday under a full moon, just like the last time you celebrated," Amy replied.

Kamilah was surprised that she remembered. "Thank you," she said softly. "It's lovely."

Amy smiled at her, her eyes shining far brighter than the moon ever could.

"Oh!" said Amy suddenly. "I can't forget the gift!" She jumped up, heading to one of the tables. She grabbed a package, bringing it back and handing it to Kamilah.

"Open it!" said Amy excitedly.

Kamilah opened the gift slowly, finally pulling out a clear box. "It's...a box?" she said, feigning excitement (and failing).

Amy smiled. "It's a display case made out of special material, it's basically indestructible. I thought it would be good for you to put Lysimachus's horse in."

Kamilah began to tear up, despite herself. She cleared her throat. "That's very thoughtful, Amy. Thank you."

Amy leaned into her, kissing her.

"Happy birthday, Kami," she whispered.

And for the first time in a long time, it was.

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dukereviewsmovies · 4 years

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Duke's Monsterween: Killer Klowns From Outer Space

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome Back To Duke's Monsterween...

Where Today We Are Doing A Surprise Review As The Next Movie In The Halloween Franchise We're Looking At Is Halloween 4, Which Is The Start Of What Is Known As The Thorn Trilogy And I Think I'd Be Better Covering All 3 Of Those Movies Next Year...

So, Instead We're Doing We're Doing The Cult Classic Which Has Recently Become One Of My Favorite Horror Movies..

(With Thanks To Dead Meat's James A. Janisse For Reviewing It Which Got Me Interested In The Film In The First Place)

Killer Klowns From Outer Space...

No Synopsis Today As I Don't Know How To Really Describe This Film, It's One Of Those Movies You Have To See To Believe...

Anyway, Let's Dive On Into Killer Klowns From Outer Space...

The Film Starts At Make-Out Point, Where We Meet 2 Of Our 3 Protagonists, Mike Tobacco (Played By Grant Cramer)...

And His Girlfriend, Debbie Stone (Played By Suzanne Snyder)...

Who Are Only 2 Of The Couples Making Out That Are Interrupted By Mike's Friends (And 2 Of The Best Characters Of The Movie) The Terenzi Brothers (Played By Michael S. Siegel And Peter Licassi) Who Are There To Sell Some Ice Cream To The Folks...

While Also Attempting To Get Their Dates To MakeOut With Them Of Which They Have No Luck Whatsoever...

With The Terenzi Brothers Leaving When Their Dates Want To Go Home, Mike And Debbie Go Back To Kissing Only To Stop When They See A Shooting Star...

But Unbeknownst To Them, Farmer Gene Greene (Played By Royal Dano)...

Who, Walt Disney Saw Years Ago In A Television Production As Abraham Lincoln, Which Led Him Years Later To Cast Dano As The Voice Of Abraham Lincoln In The Disneyland Attraction, Great Moments With Mr. Lincoln...

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There's Also The Fact That Gene's Dog Is Named Pooh Bear Which Is Another Disney Reference...

But As I Was Saying, Unbeknownst To Mike And Debbie, Farmer Gene Greene And His Dog, Pooh Bear Saw The Star And Decides To Go Check It Out Only To Discover A Circus Tent In The Middle Of Knowhere...

As Gene Looks For An Entrance Or Ticket Booth, Pooh Gets Captured By A Net Which Leads Gene To Attempt To "Tear Down The Tent With His Bare Hands!"....

But When He's Unable To Punch Through The Tent, He Goes To Tear Down The Ropes Only To Get Electrocuted, This Is When We Get The First Appearance Of One Of The Killer Klowns Named Jumbo Who Does Something To Gene...

Which I'm Not Going To Reveal Till Later...

Before We Catch Up With Mike And Debbie, Who Are Arriving At The Circus Tent Themselves And Manage To Get Inside To See That The Place Is "Basically Like Clowns R Us"...

But They Soon Discover That This Is No Fun House As They Discover The Ship's Main Reactor, This Leads Debbie To Think That They're Inside Of What Was The Shooting Star...

They Come To Another Room Filled With Cotton Candy But With The Way It's Hanging It Leads Debbie To Believe That Nobody Hangs Cotton Candy Like This, Scoffing It Off, Mike Takes A Piece And Discovers The Body Of Farmer Gene Greene Inside Dead...

As A Clown Named Rudy Enters With Another Thing Of Cotton Candy, Mike Takes Another Piece And Finds A Friend Of His Named Joe Lombardo Inside Dead

Accidentally Dropping Something, They're Followed By Rudy Who Fires A Gun Filled With Popcorn At Them...

Don't Ask!

This Leads Another Clown Named Spike To Create A Live Balloon Animal Dog To Chase After Them But Luckily Mike And Debbie Get Away Before They Catch Them

With The Clowns Making Their Way Into Town, Mike And Debbie Go To Debbie's Ex, Dave (Played By John Allen Nelson), Who's A Police Officer And Tell Him The Whole Story...

But While Dave Is Willing To Look Into It, His Partner, Officer Mooney (Played By Rupert Thorne From Batman: The Animated Series) Believes It To Be Just A Prank Concocted By Mike And The Terenzi Brothers

As The Clowns Start Turning People Into Cotton Candy Cocoons Including A Guy Watching One Clown's Puppet Show...

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2 Unidentified People Inside Of A Pharmacy, A Hot Babe Who Is Cocconed When 3 Clowns (Make That 4) Deliver A Pizza...

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And A Woman Who Gets Cocconed When A Clown Delivers Candy...

Dave Decides To Take Debbie Home While He And Mike Investigate The Tent, Only Problem Is When They Get To The Area Where The Tent Was, It's Not There, This Leads Dave To Arrest Mike For Falsifying A Police Report...

But When Dave Discovers A Car At Make-Out Point That's Been Cotton Candied, He Starts Believing Mike's Story A Little

Meanwhile, We Get To One Of My Favourite Kills Of The Entire Movie,When This Clown Shorty Knocks This Guy's Block Off...

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As Mooney Starts Getting Phone Calls About Killer Clowns, Which Starts To Make Him Believe That The Whole Town Is In On The Terenzi Brothers Prank...

We Get A Bit Of A Hocus Pocus Moment Where One Clown Attack A Guy Driving On The Road Only To Cause Him To Crash His Car On The Bridge While Debbie Takes A Censored Shower..

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As The Leftover Popcorn From Her Clothes Starts To Move Toward The Dirty Clothes Bin...

Meanwhile, A Clown Uses Shadow Puppets To Devour People At A Bus Stop..,

To Which I Should Mention Quickly That The 2 Guys That Directed This Movie The Chiodo Brothers Also Did That Nightmare Scene In Pee Wee's Big Adventure Where Pee Wee's Bike Is Being Opperated On By Clowns...

With Dave Seeing The Entire Incident With Mike, He Calls Mooney And Tells Him To Call For Help But This Just Has Mooney Believing That Dave Is Out To Break Him Down And Drive Him Out Of The Police Force...

To Which I Say...

This Forces Dave To Go Back To The Police Station To Call For Help While Mike Teams Up The Terenzi Brothers (Who Are Luckily Nearby) To Warn People To Get Off The Streets...

But When He Tells The Terenzi Brothers His Story, They Don't Exactly Buy It, This Forces Mike To Make Up A Story That Debbie Has Roommates With Big Boobs Who Love Ice Cream To Which They're Like "What Are We Waiting For?"

(Imitating Tv Announcer) We'll Be Back With Those Darn Terenzis In Just A Second...

Back At The Police Station, Mooney Finally Meets A Clown Who He Locks In A Cell With 2 Guys He Arrested Earlier, Either Way, He Kills Mooney With A Party Favor While Cotton Candying The 2 Guys In The Cell Which Dave Discovers Later...

Along With The Clown Who's Turned Mooney Into His Own Personal Ventriloquist Dummy...

Luckily Though, Dave Manages To Find The Clowns Weaknesses When He Accidentally Pops The Clown's Nose With His Gun, Causing It To Explode Into Dust...

But While Dave Calls For Help Out Of State, The Terenzi Brothers And Mike Find More Clowns Gathering Up Cocoons With The Help Of A Parade Float Of Their Own Design...

And Don't Ask How Many Bodies They Gather Up Because There's Too Many In This Scene To Count...

As Mike And The Terenzi Brothers Drive Off Before They're Captured, Debbie Discovers That The Alien Popcorn Has Transformed Into..Well...See For Yourself...

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Taking The Balloon Debbie's Inside To Their Car As Mike And The Terenzi Brothers Pull Up, They Follow Them In A Chase Scene, But They Stop When They See Dave Right Behind Them...

With Dave Taking Over Driving, Mike Has No Clue Where The Clowns Are Now That They Lost Them But Dave Has An Inkling Simply Stating, "If You Were A Clown Where Would You Hide?"

This Leads Them To The Old Amusement Park, Where The Clowns Are Throwing Acid Pies At An Elderly Security Guard...

Mike, Dave And The Terenzi Brothers Go Inside The Clowns Funhouse Where They Walk Around Only For The Terenzi Brothers To Be Separated From Mike And Dave And Fall Into A Ball Pit Where 2 Big Breasted Clown Girls Are Waiting For Them...

Do They Look Like Debbie's Roommates?

Finding Their Way Back To The Cotton Candy Cocoon Room, Mike And Dave Save Debbie Only To Be Confronted By 2 Clowns Who Follow Them For A While Before Dave Shoots Their Noses Causing Them To Explode...

We Get A Few Scenes With Mike, Debbie And Dave In Various Rooms On The Ship As They're Followed By Clowns Before They Come Across A Door And Then Another Door...

When They Eventually Find The Right Door, It Leads Them Where They're Confronted By Dozens Of Clowns Who Are Coming After Them As They Climb A Huge Stage That Looks Like A Cake...

Maybe They Should Deal With Them The Same Way Wakko Warner Deals With Clowns...

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Luckily They Won't Have To As The Terenzi Brothers Pull A Great And Powerful Is Routine To Trick The Clowns So, Mike, Dave And Debbie Can Get To Their Ice Cream Truck..

But They're About To Have Bigger Problems As...

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Klownzilla!!!!!!!

In Fact, Klownzilla Is So Mad That He Lifts Up The Terenzi Brother's Truck And Throws It With Them Inside Causing The Truck To Explode...

This Leads Dave To Tell Mike And Debbie To Git While He Finishes Off Klownzilla By Popping His Nose, Which Not Only Blows Up Klownzilla But Whole Damn Tent!

As A Clown Car Lands In Front Of Mike And Debbie, We Discover That Not Only Did Dave Survive The Explosion Of The Ship, But The Terenzi Brothers Survived The Explosion Of Their Truck Too...

Now, I Liked The Terenzi Brothers, They Were Funny Characters, They Had Funny Lines, But I'm Sorry...

There Is No Way In Hell They Could Have Survived That Explosion!

Despite Some People Saying, "Well, If Indiana Jones Can Survive A Nuclear Explosion In A Fridge Then The Terenzi Brothers Can Survive An Explosion In A Freezer"...

No! No! That's Bullshit!

The Reason Indiana Jones Survived Was Because The Fridge Was Lead-Lined, Where Here There Is No Scientific Explanation Of Their Survival Whatsoever...

With Debbie Dumping Mike For Dave (I Guess As Dave Is Kissing Her On Her Head) They Wonder If They're Really Gone Only For Them To Get Pies Thrown In Their Faces...

Hoping That Those Are Not Acid Pies As I'd Like To See These Characters In A Sequel Someday...

This Film Is Pretty Good...

The Story And Characters Are Interesting, The Clowns Are Well Designed And The Kills Are Very Interesting...

So Whether You're A Fan Of The Horror Genre Or Not, This Is One Film I Definitely Suggest To See...

Tune In This Sunday As We Visit Camp Crystal Lake...

But Till Then, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#killer klowns from outer space #grant cramer #suzanne snyder #John Allen Nelson #john vernon #Royal Dano #Michael S Siegel #Peter Licassi #The Chiodo Brothers

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