#chucky 2021 fanfiction

[streets-in-paradise]

Untill Death Tear Us Apart - Andy Barclay (fem)Reader/Chucky (fem)Reader - Part 2

Masterlist

Word Count 1.5 K

Warnings: Same warnings of part 1 

Summary: Exposure forces Chucky to come up with excuses as he tries to keep your family on his side. Thinking on your children as the kid he once was, Andy needs to set the twins free from his manipulations before finishing him off. 

Notes: I wasn’t planning on doing a part two when I came up with this, but it happened because I kept thinking of the concept. To continue I had to name the boys and i kept my old habit of using horror names. They were named after Sam Winchester from Supernatural and Danny from The Shinning. 

Tags: @losersclubisms​

The situation imploded quicker than expected, Andy was relatively pleased with how fast Chucky’s anger overcame his need of playing the fool for you. Unfortunately, the doll wasn’t going to give up quickly and, knowing that his life depended on it, he still tried to get you on his side. The kids were crying, scared of the people keeping their beloved friend at gunpoint and seeing your state of horrified confusion was making Andy hesitate. Like your sons, he used to be a kid manipulated through the hole in his life left by the absence of his father. If he would proceed to kill the doll wordlessly and quickly as usual, they would never get the answers they would need later in life. He gesturally warned Kyle about the switch of tactic, then proceeded into it. 

Killing Chucky wasn’t enough, he had to be exposed. Those children deserved to know that he was never their friend, that he played them the whole time and that he was the killer of their dad. Unlike in other houses, the doll got to cause too much harm there and he couldn’t get away with it for free. He didn’t deserve a victimizing death, one that would leave him to be remembered as a loving friend by two naive boys that would be crying for him. The lack of explanations could result in more unaware collaboration on their part if Chucky would ever decide to make a comeback on another body. 

That was how you ended up stuck in the most unbelievable of arguments: a talking toy against a man were aggressively fighting for credibility and you were the judge whose approbation they were seeking. 

“ We can still be together, this all ain’t plastic.” Chucky told you, as if the proposition would be a completely normal thing. “ You gotta admit I have been a great husband to you and beneath this I am a real man, you know? “ 

It repulsed you, weirded you even more than not knowing exactly what the hell he was. 

“ A serial killer ” Andy quickly replicated. “ His real name is Charles Lee Ray, he got his soul transferred into a doll after being shot by police.” 

“ I know, the doll body creeps you, but back in the day I used to be way better looking than this dumbass. Just google me and you will find out I am really hot. “ 

The insane answer got on his rival’s nerves. 

“ That body has been decomposing in a graveyard since 1988 … and how is that a valid point?” 

“ She will trust me more if she gets to know what she is missing.” Chucky teased back. “ Nobody needs you to point out the obvious, Andy.” 

“ So, you are not Alex” You briefly interrupted, pointing at the man over the name he introduced himself by when he arrived at your house. You weren’t trying to make it an actual act of questioning, it was confusion talking for you. 

“ See? He has lied about his name. Who knows what else he is hiding?”

“ YOU ARE A SUPERNATURALLY POSSESSED DOLL!” Andy defended himself. “ ISN’T THAT BIG FUCKING LYING?” 

The doll didn’t answer him, directing his speech once more to you. 

“ I never lied to you about that, (y/n). Told your kids I am Chucky and that is my actual name. Nickname for Charles, actually. “ 

“ All this time you have been a man? “ In your tone of voice when delivering the question it was noticeable that you were feeling sick. “ When I held you, in all that marriage playing… On my BED?” 

“ Imagine it’s like Princess and the Frog, but instead it is Pinocchio. Inside the doll you get the prince” He justified himself. “ I was here with you every fucking moment of the godamn day. I have spent more time at your side than any guy you have ever met. I know your likes and habits, your worries and fears. I heard you cry, vent your frustration out: I stood up by your side at the most horrible moments and loved to be there. No one will ever bring you the same dedication and I trust you will see that now. “ 

Kyle was honestly shocked witnessing the reach of Chucky’s ability to manipulate facts in his favor. She didn’t get as much of that as Andy once did, but it was horribly disgusting to see anyways. 

“ He played the same game on another woman back in that year, her husband was found in the river. Did yours die in an accident too?” 

Your eyes started to fill with falling tears, desperation overwhelming you as you were trying to make the math and remember if Chucky was already there at the time of the accident. 

“ Of you and me… Who are the ones holding guns, Kyle?” 

“ We are protecting her from YOU!” Andy insisted, trying to visually reach out to you and see if you were beginning to understand the situation. 

“ I never hurt her, or the boys. They know I am their friend.” 

“ YOU KILLED THEIR FATHER!” 

Hugging you as if their lives depended on it, they were one with your pain and fear. Danny acted the bravest, looking at the doll in the eye while daring to ask the question so his brother wouldn’t have to. 

“ Is that true, Chucky? Did you kill daddy?” 

He was trapped, exposed to his own lies, but still tried one last attempt to keep control over the boy.

“ I was playing hide the soul with him, but he was a real asshole and got against it… Just like Andy, he is an asshole who wants to separate us. Are you gonna trust him, or me? I am your friend, Danny. I’m always for you and Sammy, whenever you feel lonely you come to play with me.” 

Andy couldn’t stand it anymore, it was like staring at his childhood self in a magical mirror. He could be shooting Chucky right there, skipping the traumatic experience, but he knew that both of those kids needed it.  

“ You are not our friend.” Sammy added, releasing you to hold his brother. “ Friends don’t do that. “ 

“ You are not dad, you will never be. I want MY DAD back, CHUCKY!” 

That was the sign Andy was waiting for, turned into a subtle gesture that the boys made at him in order to indicate that they were ready for what had to happen. It made him remember of the determination he showed as a little boy setting Chucky on fire, how clear it was for him that last manipulation he tried when locked in the chimney. 

A mess of bloody doll remains put the end after he and his sister emptied the loads of their guns over Chucky. Your little broken family had a lot to process, but at least you would be able to do it in peace. However, it had to be explained to you that when it was about him all ends were circumstantial. He showed a singular obsession with you and that was always bad news. it was most likely he would attempt a comeback to get revenge or a kidnap. 

Andy felt the personal need of being the one doing the warning to you, along with some other important explanations. 

“ My real name is Andy Barclay, I once was the first child he terrorized. “ He later confessed to you while Kyle distracted the boys so they wouldn’t get to hear more traumatizing information. “ He has chased me my whole childhood and I have dedicated the rest of my life to make sure he would never hurt anyone else. The woman you have met as Christine is Kyle, my sister. We both wish we could have arrived on time, but the fucker has made tons of clones on dolls and those are not always easy to track.” 

“ But you killed him, you saved our lives…. How can he still be out there?” 

“ We don’t know for sure how, but what truly matters is that he can come back anytime and you need to be ready. Yours isn’t a disposable family, he has some psycho attachment to you and that means he is not going to stop easily.” 

A knot in your throat formed to the mere mention of that. 

“ Do you know how to shoot?” He asked you, seeking to help you despite the anxious shock. “ It is the safest way to stop him, he has advantage on closer combat. Your highest chances to win are with a gun on hand.” 

“ I have never held one, those have always terrified me…” 

You were feeling the world collapsing, but he held you as if he was attaching you to reality itself through that kind gesture. At that moment, his embrace was the safest place for you. 

“ It’s alright, we will figure that out. I’m going to stay in town as much as you need and teach you all what needs to be learned to keep your kids safe. I’m not doing this for all the families, I usually hit the road as soon as the doll is dead but you were an exception to him and that makes you an exception to me.” 

#andy barclay #chucky #charles lee ray #andy barclay x reader #chucky x reader #alex vincent #brad dourif #chucky 2021 #cult of chucky #curse of chucky #child's play #chucky fanfiction #chucky 2021 fanfiction

[series-thoughts]

Breaking the Dollhouse - Chapter Four

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: What would have happened if Junior survived and was taken by Tiffany from the hospital? What would that mean for Junior and Nica over the next year?

Notes: I'm sorry this has taken so long but this is a longer chapter to make up for it. This is an emotional chapter and also has a minor cliffhanger but i'm still writing so I'm gonna aim to get the next chapter out pretty quickly.

Tags: @barclaysangel @fairchilds-glasses @streets-in-paradise

The images were flashing past again, too fast to be able to make any sense of them. Chucky, a window, a woman she believed to be Dr Mixter, what she assumed was her office, a car and finally a quick glimpse of another woman. All of them were playing rapidly as the sound of Chucky’s gleeful cackle consumed everything. 

Nica awoke with a gasp and pushed herself up into a sitting position. She ran a hand through her hair as she attempted to measure her breaths. Chucky’s possession may have been keeping her heart at bay for now, but the habit was still there. 

That same dream has been haunting Nica’s sleep for the past week or so, she had tried to interrogate Chucky on the memories she had been seeing but was only met with him being joyfully cryptic. It continued to bug her more and more each day. Something felt familiar and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t figure out what. Junior had been able to tell something was wrong almost immediately and Nica shared what she could but there was such a struggle whenever she tried to explain the flashes of memories she was shown. She settled for giving Junior any updates she could on the dream each day, even if it wasn’t anything specific. It certainly didn’t help that Chucky was insistent on being even louder in her head whenever she thought about the dream for what he deemed too long, specifically the woman. Not Dr Mixter, he didn’t seem to care about that, it’s not as if Nica could do anything. Then why was he so secretive about the other one? 

She slowly lay back down once her breathing had levelled out and she was certain her heart rate was normal enough. For the most part Junior had been going back to his room after visiting, she was glad that he at least felt safe enough to do that. It meant he got a little more rest and Nica could tell he had been getting tired. 

Gods, it was driving her nuts! The scenes from her dream were playing in her head over and over. It seemed so painfully clear until she tried to focus on any details, especially that woman’s face, suddenly it was all a blur. Nica so desperately wanted to be able to focus on details, to see if there was any chance she had seen that woman somewhere before. She had to be important if Chucky was so insistent on keeping quiet, it was a difficult task for that asshole. 

The sun was starting to stream through the thin, sickly pink curtains around the room, as Nica tried to close her eyes and drift back to sleep. She figured she didn't have long until Tiffany burst through the door screeching, but she was desperate for the chance of any more information. 

That was when she heard the familiar click of the lock and Nica let out a quiet frustrated sigh, keeping her eyes closed in preparation for the inevitable shrieking from her captor.

“Rise and shine, Sweetface!” Tiffany’s voice pierced through Nica’s skull as she walked through the door with her usual cheerfulness.

Tiffany swiftly made her way over to where Nica was lying before pulling back the covers and pulling her up to a sitting position by her shoulders. Nica settled into the act of still believing she had no limbs, she relaxed her arms but maintained her look of disgust. Not that she had to fake that part. It had become rather unsettling for Nica over time how easy and almost normal it felt to keep up the act. Chucky was always happy to keep reminding her how similar the feeling must be for her to all the times she was hypnotised. If that thought didn’t make her uncomfortable enough, she was more than aware of times when, unless she really focused, she was convinced she couldn’t feel her arms. Even having to discreetly look at her sides to reassure herself or if it was just her and Junior, he would notice and gently take her hands as he asked if she was alright. 

Tiffany continued to excitedly ramble about the supposedly exciting day ahead as she fed a reluctant Nica her breakfast. Nica herself had stopped listening almost immediately as she used every ounce of control she had to not slap Tiffany, grab her by the hair, take the fork out of her hand and stab her in the eye… The options easily came to her. She only looked up when she saw a shadow move across the area of the floor her eyes were fixed on. Junior.

Nica looked up a little to see him standing leaning against the door, a small smile on his face. A silent greeting to her, wishing her good morning. She briefly smiled back at him as Tiffany turned to pile the fork in her hand with more food. 

Suddenly another shriek of surprise came from Tiffany as she remembered she had forgotten a glass of water for Nica. Nica watched as Junior flinched at the sudden noise, a look of shock briefly on his face.

And then it hit her. She was taken aback. How had she not figured it out before? The eyes, the hair, the facial features. The woman had to have been Bree Wheeler. It was Junior’s shocked expression, it was identical to the woman- Bree’s expression as she fell. Oh gods! Junior still believed her death was a suicide!

“- Okay? Nica!? Did she drug you already?” Nica snapped out of her trance to see a concerned Junior sitting on the edge of her bed. 

“No. No, she hasn’t drugged me yet. I’m sorry Junbug. I didn't mean to worry you, I was just… half asleep still.”

Junior gave her a hesitant smile which she returned, stroking his hair with one hand. “Good morning, honey.” Junior closed his eyes at her touch, briefly allowing himself a moment of peace. 

“Morning…” he mumbled back. Junior had been feeling increasingly more restless as the weeks went on, he had tried asking Tiffany if he could at least go outside the house if he didn’t leave the grounds. It’s not like he would be able to without Tiffany anyway, she refuses to tell him the code to the gate but it was still a ‘no’. He felt like a rat in a cage, he would settle for just being able to feel a breeze but the windows were always locked. 

“I’m back!” Tiffany announced as she made her way back to the room with the familiar click-clack of her stilettos. Junior quickly turned to look at her with a fake smile plastered across his face as Nica simultaneously dropped her arms and expression. 

“Look how sweet you two look.” Tiffany admired as her eyes fell on them, “I knew you two would get along, we’re a perfect little family! Now run along, Junior. Get dressed. We’ll meet you in the living room once Nica has finished her breakfast.”

It killed Nica to hide things from Junior but she couldn’t tell him, not now, not like this. She just needed some time to figure out how to bring up the subject in a way that will upset Junior the least. Oh, who is she kidding? It’s going to destroy him no matter what she tells him and worse still, he won't be able to do much to take his mind off it or even fully process it. Not when he’s cooped up in this damn house. With the damn wife of the person who killed his mother, convinced him to kill his father (even if it was deserved) and tried to kill him. 

No. She had to tell him. Junior will be heartbroken regardless of when he is told, she can’t allow him to also feel betrayed by her for not telling him sooner. 

Before she knew it, the three of them were once again sitting in the living room, Tiffany badly reciting the lines to Liar Liar with a glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Nica could tell that Junior was feeling particularly unsettled, she was fully aware that she wasn’t helping the situation. Junior had started off trying to initiate their usual game of mocking Tiffany’s drunken line delivery behind her back, she had smiled back in amusement but couldn’t bring herself to join in with the game. It felt too much like lying to him, acting as if nothing had changed, as if she was as happy as they could be, given the circumstances. She knew she had to tell him but the dread was eating her up. 

 Junior himself was becoming more hesitant by the moment. Did he take the joke too far? Was he beginning to annoy Nica? Was she just getting sick of him? His thoughts were interrupted as Tiffany unceremoniously dropped herself next to him on the couch. She was moments away from passing out and by the look of disgust on Nica’s face, she knew it too. Ugh. He could smell the alcohol on Tiffany’s breath and mixed with the cigarette smoke was enough to make him feel nauseous. He watched as Tiffany placed the half-empty wineglass down before drunkenly mistaking the same vessel for an ashtray and dropping her cigarette in it. 

“That’s ‘nother ten- ten grand in..” The two hostages watched as their captor fully sunk against the couch, out cold. Junior instantly grabbed the TV remote and paused the movie before getting up and quietly making his way closer to Nica. Nica gave more of a genuine smile then, “Hey kid..”

Junior smiled back almost hesitantly, “Hey…” he took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to ask what was so strongly on his mind. “Nica, can I ask you something..?” He didn't miss the look of panic that briefly flashed across Nica’s face before she composed herself.

“Of course you can, Junbug. You know that, don’t you?” 

He nods quickly, “Yeah. Yeah, I know that. Sorry.” He takes another breath, “It’s just… Have- have I done something to upset you? You've seemed quieter since I first spoke to you this morning…” Nica’s expression immediately softened as she reached out to gently squeeze his hand.

“Oh, honey, no. You've done nothing wrong. I’m sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way.”

Junior immediately lets out a sigh of relief, “Okay. It’s okay, but… what is wrong then? Something seems to be bothering you..” 

It was Nica’s turn to take a deep breath, “Junior. There’s something I need to tell you. It- It's a difficult situation but I know you hate secrets. If you want I can tell you later if you think that would be better or make you more comfortable, or I can tell you now but I'm gonna need you to do your best to stay calm either way.”

Junior took a moment to consider his options, maybe what Nica was going to tell him would be better said when Tiffany wasn’t in earshot. Even if she was out cold for the time being but the feeling of being kept in the dark was already threatening to consume him. 

“Could- Could you tell me now?” He caught a brief glimpse of something in Nica’s eyes. Fear? Regret, maybe? Junior couldn’t be sure. 

“Okay… So, Junior, You know the dream that I have been trying to figure out?”

Junior nodded hesitantly, “The Chucky one?” he clarified.

“Yeah, that one. Well… I think I figured out who the other woman is in it.”

“Okay. So that’s a good thing, right?”

It was Nica’s turn to nod, every word felt painful to say. Another torturous step closer to Junior’s inevitable devastation. 

“Yeah… Yeah, overall I think it’s a good thing. It’s just that I don’t think it’s going to feel that way at first.” She had to force herself to look at Junior, the look on his face was already painful enough. “You- Your mom. You said she had jumped..?” 

His heart sank and he immediately began to feel sick. “Mmm hmm, from her therapist's office…”

“Dr Mixter..?”

Junior somehow managed to become even more pale, “I don’t remember telling you that.”

“You didn’t.” She struggled to keep her voice steady as she moved a hand to his arm, gently stroking her thumb to try and provide some comfort, “Honey, it wasn’t a suicide. Chucky pushed her.”

The words echoed around Junior’s head. He felt numb, as if he was drowning, nothing felt clear. Shouldn’t he be glad, or relieved? She didn’t leave him, his dad was wrong, she wasn’t a quitter. She wanted to stay with him.

And he helped her killer slaughter dozens of others in return!

He couldn’t breathe, maybe he was drowning. Or at least suffocating. Nica’s hands had moved to his face, “Junbug? Junior, sweetie. You need to breathe, okay. Can you look at me?”

He managed to focus enough to redirect his gaze to Nica’s, much to her relief.

“There you go. Good job, honey. I need you to try and follow my breathing, alright. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

He tried. He really did but he couldn’t seem to get any air into his lungs, his fear multiplying at every failed attempt. “Can’t…” was all he could gasp out before the sharp pain struck his chest. Nica felt his body go stiff before slumping against the couch, still gasping for air. 

Nica knew the pain all too well, “No.” she mumbled to no one in particular, “No. No. No! Junior! Just hold on, baby.” She had to pry her hands away from him, going against every instinct she had as she began to scream.

“Tiffany! Tiffany!” She saw the blonde woman begin to wake up, sleepily stretching without a care in the world. “Tiffany!” Nica screamed again, finally causing the woman to pay attention to her surroundings.

“Sweetface?!” she responded, visibly unsettled as her eyes scanned over the scene in front of her. 

“He needs one of his shots.” Nica informed her as she tried to keep her voice steady, Tiffany however, was clearly still in shock.

“What..?”

“NOW! Tiffany, Please! He could die!” That seemed to get through to Tiffany and she reached for one of the shots of adrenaline and approached Junior, who was getting weaker by the second.

“Under his rib…” Nica instructed softly as she watched Tiffany inject the contents of the syringe into Junior’s system. Junior soon let out a gasp as his eyes once again opened fully and Nica slouched in relief. 

As soon as the tension began to melt away, Tiffany was right back to her usual self, “There you go, sweetface!” She rather roughly helped Junior into a sitting position against the back of the couch. His breaths were slowly becoming regular again but he was clearly still dazed. Most likely still processing the sick mixture of the truth and his heart episode. 

“Well, what happened there, Junior?” Tiffany inquired joyfully, clearly back in her own world.

“I- I-” Junior was clearly still a little out of it, trying to come to terms with everything that had happened, everything he now knew.

Nica couldn’t help but snap, “Give him some space! He’s only just started breathing regularly again, he's exhausted.”

“It’s okay, Nica.” Tiffany explained as if she was explaining the most basic concept in the world, “I was only asking. The doctor said that would only happen if he did any vigorous exercise or was under too much stress, you know.” Nica simply held her tongue as she feigned ignorance, she had decided it was best to keep her own condition a secret, especially since Chucky’s influence seemed to be stopping any major incidents for the time being. She simply spent the rest of the afternoon keeping careful watch over Junior, waiting desperately for the next chance to talk to him alone. 

#chucky #chucky 2021 #child's play #chucky syfy #nica pierce #junior wheeler #tiffany valentine #breaking the dollhouse #chucky fanfiction

[funtimeisparty]

Cute Chucky

#character art #fan art #fanart #art tag #artwork #childs play chucky #chucky #charles lee ray #chucky series #childs play #bride of chucky #chucky movies #seed of chucky #chucky art #chucky fan #chucky fanart #chucky fanfiction #chucky the killer doll #chucky the series #chucky 2021 #chucky season 3 #chucky syfy #creepy cute #cute #cute guy #cute art #cute drawing #chibi #cute illustration #drawing

[barclaysangel]

A Big, Happy American Family: Chapter 4

Hey guys! It took several months, but the fourth chapter of @millytsworld and I's Chucky fic "A Big, Happy American Family" is up!

I'm so proud of this chapter, I honestly missed this fic so much so I'm so happy to be writing it again! Please check it out and feel free to comment what you think of it! :)

#Luna talks #admin #Chucky #Chucky tv series #Chucky 2021 #Chiffany #Charles Lee Ray #Jake Wheeler #Tiffany Valentine #Andy Barclay #Junior Wheeler #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #AU #alternate universe #Chucky fic #A big happy American family

[make-your-own-evil]

Who I write for + Requests

Slashers:

Chapter Stories:

Wattpad: Man-Eat-Man World: A Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fanfic

AO3: Man-Eat-Man World: A Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fanfiction

Michael Myers (1978)

Domestic!Michael Myers Headcanons

Yandere!Michael Myers Headcanons

Slashers with Truck-Driving S/O Headcanons

Freddy Krueger (1984)

Jason Voorhees (1980s)

Slashers with Truck-Driving S/O Headcanons

Bubba Sawyer (Leatherface)

Slashers with Truck-Driving S/O Headcanons

Comforting Reader Through Meltdown

S/O with a hand kink

Bubba meeting his S/O's single mother

Bubba and S/O with a child from a past relationship

Sawyer Bros. Sleep Headcanons

Nubbins Sawyer

S/O with a hand kink

Sawyer Bros. Sleep Headcanons

Chop Top Sawyer

S/O with a hand kink

Sawyer Bros Sleep Headcanons

Drayton Sawyer

Yandere!Drayton x Willing!Reader

Angsty!Drayton Headcanons

Billy Lenz (1974)

Slashers with Truck-Driving S/O Headcanons

Brahms Heelshire (2016)

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Painting Vincent's nails

Lester Sinclair

Chucky (Charles Lee Ray)

Tiffany Valentine

Norman Bates (Anthony Perkins)

Pyramid Head

Gotham Rogues

Scarecrow ( Arkham Asylum, Arkham Knight, BTAS, TNBA, Dark Knight)

BTAS!DorkSquad x TimeTraveler!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquad!+Penguin with Sleepwalking!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquadxTall!Goth!Fem!S/O

Riddler (Dano!Riddler, Arkham Knight, Batman Forever, BTAS, Capullo!Riddler)

Yandere!Capullo!Riddler Headcanons

Riddlers x GameDeveloper!S/O

Riddler x EasilyFlustered!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquad x TimeTraveler!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquad!+Penguin with Sleepwalking!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquadxTall!Goth!Fem!S/O

Mad Hatter (Arkham, BTAS)

BTAS!DorkSquad x TimeTraveler!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquad!+Penguin with Sleepwalking!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquadxTall!Goth!Fem!S/O

Poison Ivy (Batman & Robin, BTAS, Arkham)

BTAS!Poison Ivy x Gardener!S/O

Harley Quinn (BTAS, Arkham, The Suicide Squad (2021))

BTAS!Harley Quinn x Introverted!S/O

Mr. Freeze (BTAS, Batman & Robin)

Penguin (Farrell!Penguin, Arkham, BTAS, Batman Returns)

BTAS!DorkSquad!+Penguin with Sleepwalking!S/O

#masterlist #headcanons #slasher fandom #slasher headcanons #batman villians #batman headcanon #requests

[theunburntsblog]

You know, I've thinking of writing some fanfictions for m! Readers and gn! Readers.

(Poc are welcome)

There's barely any content for them in all of the Fandoms I'm in,, It's starting to get frustrating.

So... I've decided to start creating little dribbles here and there when I feel like it. So Request something for these characters !! (Or give me ideas I don't mind)

FANDOMS/ CHARACTERS I LOVE SO I WILL WRITE FOR.

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Thomas hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre, -2003- Texas Chainsaw Massacre : The beginning -2006-

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas) -1974-

Billy and Stu (Scream) -1996-

House of wax -2005-

Brahms heelshire (The boy) -2016-

Arcane -2021-ongoing

League of legends -2009- ongoing

Twilight -2008-2012-

Resident Evil -1996-ongoing-

Micheal Myers (All Halloween movies) -1978-2021-

Jason Voorhees (All Friday the 13th movies) -1980-2009-

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacres) -1974-1986??-

Chucky Series -1988-2021-

Harry Potter -2001-2011

Carrie -1976-

Game of Thrones -2011-2019-

House of the Dragon -2022-

Things I don't accept !

-homophobia,

-r-pe,

-sexual assault

- graphic mentions of sh

- proshipping

-transphobia

-racism

-Anti-semetic tropes ! (I'm talking to u jk Rowling )

-basic dni central!

#moonknight #michael myers x reader #slasher fandom #slashers x gn reader #steven grant x male reader #male!reader #house of wax x male reader #slashers x male reader #silco x male reader #arcane x gn reader #gn!reader #gn reader #male reader #chucky #black christmas #harry potter #texas chainsaw massacre #twilight wolf pack #twilight fanfiction #arcane #scream #stranger things #resident evil #fnaf: security breach #moon knight x male reader

[jdeanmorgan]

What’s your favorite tv show that you wish more people watched (besides 911)?

ooh that's a good question! some shows I will always consider to be underrated (the colors mean nothing btw i just thought it was pretty):

Kingdom Hospital (2004): It's a supernatural horror about a haunted hospital. It has a sexy ghost (i had a huge crush on him when I was like. 12.) and wacky weird characters. It's hard to explain this show, but I say just give it a chance.

Raising Hope (2010-2014): this is one of those really feel good heartwarming shows, it's really funny and has often had me in hysterics. It's about this guy who has a one night stand with a girl who turns out to be a serial killer, and then he goes to see her in prison months later to find out she's pregnant. The show is him dealing with being a single father, and having a crush on this woman he met at the grocery store.

Chucky (2021-): It's SO funny. It has a diverse cast, young queer love, complex issues, some wacky fun murders committed by both Chucky and other characters, it has Jennifer Tilly reprising her role as Tiffany, I mean, what more do you need?

Misfits (2009-2013): Some petty criminals doing community service get caught up in a storm and end up with super powers. they do not use them for good. A++ comedy and story telling. Save me, Barry!!

Kinnporsche (2022): It's like a fanfiction come to life in the best possible way. It's gay, it's toxic, it's sexy, it's hilarious. It's literally such a fun time.

Money Heist / La Casa De Papel (2017-2021): I am literally begging people to watch this show. It's the best heist show ever made and I truly mean it. It's very character driven, and has some very fun found family dynamics! It's hard to wrap up into words just how good this show is. A character by the name The Professor hires a bunch of criminals to break into spain's main bank to rob it blind, and chaos ensues. Cannot stress it enough: just give it a chance!!!

Interview with the Vampire (2022-): I know this one isn't really underrated per se, but I wouldn't feel right not recommending it. It's sexy, it's toxic, it's scandalous, it's dramatic, it's bloody, it's everything.

#there are more but I just cannot think of em right at this moment #but these are all shows i really really love #and I cannot recommend them enough! #these are not in order btw #also forgot to mention Dexter but i don't think it's underrated since it is a cult classic

[movietimegirl]

Now I want Jake to meet Glen/Glenda (in his doll form of course)

#chucky #glen/da #glen tilly #glen ray #jake wheeler #chucky tv show #chucky tv series #jake #fanfic idea #fanfiction idea #I think it would be cute #chucky 2021

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tiffany & junior found family (real)

#my fics #fanfiction #fanfic #tiffany valentine #junior wheeler #text #chucky usa #chucky #chucky the killer doll #2021 chucky #chucky series #chucky 2021 #chucky spoilers #chucky syfy #chucky tv series #chucky tv show #mine

[streets-in-paradise]

Untill Death Tear Us Apart - Andy Barclay x (fem) Reader/ Chucky x (fem) Reader

Masterlist

Word Count 2 K

Warnings: Chucky playing family in a slightly reminiscent way to Curse. The family dynamic of the reader and her kids is inspired on alternative!Wanda with Tommy and Billy on Multiverse of Madness. Also, I am not paying any attention to the timelines and just writing what occured to me. 

Summary: Andy and Kyle arrive to your house to find a scene that doesn’t match with anything they have seen before. Your sons have a Chucky and he found a way to include you in their playing. 

Notes: This sorta includes some Andy and Chucky fighting over the reader into the tension of a Chucky Season 1 hunting scene. 

Tags: @losersclubisms​

" There he is, my husband!" You cheered as one of the twins brought the red haired doll to the living room. 

The government people interviewing you seemed very weirded by that description. They didn't know it was part of a game you used to play with your kids. The therapist said it was normal and you treated it as a coping mechanism to deal with grief, so you carried along with it. 

The doll was placed in your lap to continue, your son said Chucky preferred it that way. 

" The boys like to play a game where I am married to their favorite doll. " You tried to explain, provide context because the reactions were uncomfortable to stand. 

They were looking at you like you were crazy and you wouldn't blame them. The woman at least, because the man was too busy directing hateful glances towards the doll for some reason. It was very unusual, considering how exquisitely nice he was with you all the time before. 

" Then we should list him as head of the house. " The blond lady joked, kindly following the game. " Name? " 

" CHUCKY!!" The boys answered her, both at once. 

" Should we count him as married?" 

Kyle was doing the smartest thing, delaying the moment of the confrontation to figure more things out. The presented anomaly was worthy of being investigated a bit further. In no other house they have visited before there was a Chucky showing such closeness with a parent. 

" Yes, the kids made us a marriage ceremony and everything. " You playfully confessed to her what you saw as a mere cute anecdote about your kids' occurrences. " Chucky says that we are together until death tear us apart. " 

" He doesn't believe in divorce. Doesn't he?" 

You thought that those strange phrases the kids would come up with had to be with the close experience of death in their lives. Death tore you and their father apart, so they imagined Chucky would say that to symbolize he would never leave because he can't die. 

In fact, It meant that your life depended of his amusement. 

" He likes to sleep in mommy's bed, we let him so she wouldn't feel lonely. " One of the boys continued. " Husbands must sleep with their wifes." 

" They come up in the middle of the night when I am asleep and place him beside me. I discover him when I wake up and most times it freaks me out a bit. These two pranksters insist on saying that Chucky climbs to my bed on his own." 

Playing dad to manipulate the children was one thing, but the described behavior was far beyond that. Neither Kyle or Andy had a clue on why you were still alive. 

Why was he seeking chances to be alone with you if he wasn't trying to kill you?

What they didn't know was that Chucky got to like your lovely family and he liked you. His initial plan was the usual, but it changed when he realized that he enjoyed playing family among you. The twins adored him and you were a great mother, a beautiful woman and a loving wife to the man you once were married to. 

Instead of manipulating your kids into killing like he was supposed to, he attempted to possess your husband so he could take his place. The unnecessary struggle presented complicated things and he had to kill him. It left him unfortunately stuck on the doll body, doing a few killings here and there to keep himself entertained while waiting for you to develop the slightest glimpse of a crush on someone whose body he could steal. 

After many months having you only through the games of your sons, he finally heard your silly laugh of embarrassment coming out while talking with a man and he couldn't believe who he was. 

Why it always had to be him fucking things up? Andy freaking Barclay, the mistake of fate that grew up to become the greatest pain in his ass. He was there to stop him and, not satisfied with that, he was also being way too friendly with you.

" We love Chucky and he loves us. " A childish voice defended him. " He likes when mommy sings for us, so we sing for him." 

The children were about to make one of their cute numbers, but you sweetly cut them off. 

" There is no time for that. Our visits are working and they need to get to tons of other houses in time. " 

" If it depended of me, I would stay all afternoon." Andy glanced at you as sweetly as the situation allowed him to. " Your mom is a wonderful host and she makes delicious coffee." 

" Pass by anytime and I will bake something for you to have with the coffee. A pie, brownies. " 

" Chucky likes your cookies. " Your son insisted, what you understood as himself asking for cookies. 

" Yes sweetheart, but we don't know what our guests prefer. " 

Chucky observed you long enough to know that was a sign of interest and, considering how suddenly confident Andy was showing himself, it was probably mutual.He was very pissed off, ready to jump over that little man as soon as the situation would allow him to. 

' I like to be hugged' The recorded voice said while accidentally activated, or at least you guessed so. 

" Owww, isn't he the cutest thing ever? They don't make dolls this cute anymore. " 

Kyle was too confused at that point. Were her brother and the doll competing for your attention as part of their tension build up before a fight? That would at least explain one of their doubts. It was hard to remember he wasn't just some superstrong doll, there was a crazy man inside that could be enjoying keeping you alive for a while because he wanted you. 

Keeping you and the kids safe was a priority, but Chucky was secure in the position he adopted so a clean shot would be impossible. Since that was how he wanted to play, Andy was more than willing to keep the bickering going because he had the upper hand.

 He was a man in his own body, your attention was on him. He was talking to you, making you smile... Perhaps at the edge of getting a date? There was nothing Chucky could do about it without revealing himself to you, what would make you release him in shocked horror and into a good spot to open fire. 

Death would have to tear you apart, but he was going to bring it to Chucky before the doll could get bored and bring death to you. 

#andy barclay #chucky #charles lee ray #andy barclay x reader #chucky x reader #alex vincent #brad dourif #chucky 2021 #cult of chucky #curse of chucky #child's play #chucky 2021 fanfiction #chucky fanfiction

[series-thoughts]

Breaking the Dollhouse - Chapter Three

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: What would have happened if Junior survived and was taken by Tiffany from the hospital? What would that mean for Junior and Nica over the next year?

Notes: So this chapter took me longer to write than I expected and does focus on Nica's attempt in Cult, so a warning for that.

Tags: @barclaysangel @rogertaylorismyking

Things had changed since the twins visited. Junior had been nervous before around Tiffany after discovering Nica but now it was so much worse. He had looked forward to his secret visits to Nica's room but now whenever he was alone with Tiffany he wished for Nica to be there too. Someone who actually encouraged him to share his feelings, not just about life now but everything before and his interests. Nica sat and listened no matter how long he felt like he was rambling, gave him comfort when he needed it, waited patiently when certain stories were more difficult for him and took him longer to voice. Or recently, even progressing to things they would both like to do, hopes they had before Chucky. That’s where they were now. Sat eating some of the food that Junior now has stashed in his room that he brought to share, enthusiastically telling Nica all about Greek Mythology. 

Nica was listening intently as she worked her way through a cookie. It made the days being trapped a little more bearable, seeing Junior's face light up talking about his interests. Nica continued to try and absorb all the information Junior was presenting her with when he suddenly went silent, staring at her wrist before trying to pry his eyes away.

Nica silently cursed herself, she didn't like anyone seeing that scar, especially Junior. He had gained the courage to open up to her about his mothers death, after hearing that she focused even more on keeping it hidden. She didn't want to provoke any bad memories for him. Whilst the wound was now healed, the scar was still pink and raised enough to give away that it was a somewhat recent incident.

"Junior…" She spoke gently, trying to pull him out of his trance.

"W- when did-"

"It was before I met you." She could feel a lump forming in her throat at his reaction. "I'll explain everything, I just- I tried to keep it hidden, I didn't want to upset you."

"Can- can you explain it now?"

Nica could see the worry in his eyes, the fear that she would be gone too. 

"Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. Come here." She gestured to the side of her and Junior instantly sat down at her side, ready to listen.

"So you remember I told you about what happened to my family?"

"Yeah, Chucky killed them and framed you."

"Well, there was one other person who survived that night that I didn't tell you about." 

Nica spent close to the next hour explaining what happened to her beloved niece and answering any questions that Junior had. All the while, he stayed sat next to Nica, resting his head on her shoulder and giving her hugs when she struggled to continue explaining. 

By the time the explanation was done, both of them had shed a significant amount of tears, not only for the pain and suffering that Chucky and Tiffany had caused for both of them, but for the poor little girl that Nica had considered a daughter who had been so close to surviving. 

Once she had finished, Nica remained in the same spot, staring straight ahead whilst absent mindedly stroking Junior’s hair. She knew it had been a lot for Junior to take in and he was currently curled into her side with his head resting on her shoulder as he processed everything. 

“I’m sorry for not telling you before, Honey.” Nica spoke into the silence, “I know you hate secrets, but with everything you're already dealing with- It’s, it’s a heavy subject and I didn’t want to put that on you. Especially after the past months…”  

“Yeah, I get that…” He responded in a small voice, still coming to terms with what he had been told, he remembered all too well how he felt after his mom passed. What lead him to feel low enough to listen to Chucky in the first place, “I know being kept in here is really shitty, especially after all the other shit you've been though, but… you don’t feel- you won't-”

“It won’t happen again, baby.” She gently grabs his face in her hands and lifts his head to look him in the eyes, “I promise you. It won’t happen again, I’m right here…” 

In an instant, Junior loops his arms around Nica’s neck, hugging her tightly as if to reassure himself that she was, in fact, still there. He eventually let go, but still stayed close to her, for her comfort as well as his own peace of mind but there was still one thought he couldn't shake, “Do you think the same thing would have happened to me?” Nica’s head snapped up before he had even finished his question, eyes immediately scanning him for any injuries. “I mean, if I had kept doing as Chucky asked?” 

Inside her head Chucky let out a short laugh, It would depend on how obedient the brat was! 

Don’t fucking touch him! Nica snapped back. Junior watched as Nica calmed herself. 

“I- I don’t know, honey. I’m just glad we never had to find that out.” Junior just gave her a small smile, gently nodding his head in response as Nica glanced at the clock. 

“We should get some rest, before Tiffany starts screeching in the morning.” That made Junior let out a laugh.

“I thought I would have gotten used to it by now but I haven’t. I’m surprised I haven’t had an episode because of it…”

“Well, I’m glad you haven’t, do you remember the breathing exercises I told you about? I know it can sound silly, but they can be very helpful.”

Junior smiled again, having someone else around who understood his heart episodes seriously helped him to cope. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Okay, good.” Nica passed him an extra pillow before lying down, Junior quickly doing the same. They stayed in silence for a while before Nica adjusted the covers over Junior’s shoulder. She closed her eyes once again and faintly heard a mumble, "Alice was really lucky to have you…" 

Nica had gently awoken Junior that morning before Tiffany rose by stroking his cheek so he could sneak back to his room. Since ‘waking up’ to Tiffany’s high pitched greeting, he had been desperate to see Nica again. After finding out the full story about her family, Junior wanted to be there for her even more than he had before and wanted to be sure that she was alright. 

Junior was currently leaning back on the couch, waiting for Tiffany to retrieve her ‘girlfriend’ from the pink prison she kept her in. He had been given the task of setting up the only movie Tiffany ever let them watch, much to his and Nica’s dismay. Junior’s mind was occupied by wanting to see Nica again and due to that, he accidently pressed the wrong button on the remote, causing the TV to switch to the news. He thought nothing of it and was about to switch it back when he heard the news reader mention Hackensack, that was when he noticed what story was being covered. 

The investigation into the series of homicides that took place in Hackensack last November is still ongoing. In addition to a missing persons case- 

That’s when Junior saw it, his own picture looking back at him. Wait, missing?! He thought to himself, Not dead?! He didn’t hear anything else from the report, only his own heartbeat in his ears. 

She lied! How could I have been such an idiot?! I was in hospital, of course I wouldn't have been reported dead! He was getting increasingly angry. At Chucky. At Tiffany. At himself, Idiot! You absolute idiot! He continued to tell himself, he knew he needed to calm down so he wouldn’t have an episode. Focus on my breathing. Like Nica taught me. Nica! He remembered the task at hand just in time, setting up the TV and forcing a smile on his face as he continued to try and regulate his breathing again. 

By the time Tiffany had returned with a slightly drowsy looking Nica, Junior’s breathing was almost back to normal. Tiffany soon snatched the remote from his hand to put the movie on as he locked eyes with Nica. Whatever Tiffany had drugged her with, it was a small enough dose that she wasn’t completely out of it, she was trying to fight it. For now, Nica was successful enough to be able to clock that something was wrong with him and furrowed her brow in question. 

‘Later.’ Junior mouthed behind Tiffany’s back. 

That night, Nica once again lay in bed, in the horrendous pink room she continued to despise. The drugs Tiffany had given her earlier had mostly worn off now, making her far more awake than she would like to be at almost midnight. It didn’t help that she was already feeling  fidgety and desperately trying to stop herself from chewing on her fingernails. That had already given her away to Tiffany once, she wasn’t going to let it happen again. She knew there was something bothering Junior and she so badly wanted to help him but there was nothing she could do until-

Just then, she heard the familiar rattle of the door handle before being greeted by the sight of Junior sneaking in and closing the door behind him. He had the same look in his eyes that was there in the day, Nica immediately sat up. 

"Hey. What's going on, honey? What's the matter?"

"She lied. She fucking lied and I was a fucking idiot!" He accompanied his last claim with a punch to the bed before sitting himself facing Nica as she did her best to stay calm, "No. Don't talk about yourself like that."

"It's true! She told me everyone thought I was dead and I believed her. I'm a fucking missing person, I saw it on the news!" 

Nica could see the betrayal in his eyes. Junior hated lies, he hated secrets. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, the self hatred clear on his face and it broke Nica’s heart.

"Oh, Junbug…" His expression softened a little at the nickname and he lay down, resting his head in her lap. He continued to take deep breaths as Nica gently played with his hair, focusing on the unique feeling of safety he only had then. 

"I hate her!" 

"Yeah, me too." 

"We have to find a way out, I hate this place."

"We will, we'll figure something out. We’ll find a way…"

"And I need Tiffany to get what she deserves…" Junior turned his head to see a mischievous grin form on Nica's face. 

"I like the sound of that, do you have any ideas?" 

With that, Junior gave a grin practically identical to the one Nica was still wearing. 

#chucky #chucky 2021 #child's play #chucky syfy #nica pierce #junior wheeler #tiffany valentine #Breaking the Dollhouse #chucky fanfiction

[streets-in-paradise]

Best Friends Till the End - Andy Barclay x (Fem) Childhood Friend!Reader - Part 6

Masterlist

Word Count + 6 K

Warnings: Pretty much the same warnings of the previous chapter. 

Summary: Too many findings for one day leave you confused and emotionally exhausted, but when the night approaches you come to Andy with an offer he can't reject.

Notes: Sorry for taking so long with the upload, I had a bit of a writer’s block derived on how much i wanted to write this part. I got too perfectionist during the writing process and that delayed me a lot. 

Tags: @losersclubisms​ 

“CHUCKY HAS A WIFE?” You wondered out loud, in horror. “ HOW?” 

Andy hated to drop that specific piece of information to you like that, especially after the very personal conversation you had. It happened only because you were resting back at your home and he wanted to make a flattering joke about your acting when circumstances forced you to pretend to be his wife, only that he forgot that for it to work you had to know about Tiffany. 

“ Shit… Sorry… I didn’t mean to… I mean, so many years have passed and there are certain things I normally don’t have to over explain. Mostly because I don’t talk about this with anybody. I… just… forgot you haven’t been around.” He apologized, some of the cute nervously returning because he was afraid of screwing things up. “ It’s complicated, but yes. Believe it or not, he is married.” 

“ So…, Strawberry Shortcake or Raggedy Ann? Which brand is she?” 

He had no idea of where to start, but at least your jokes managed to keep him motivated. 

“ That is the blurry part. As far as I know she was a woman, his old partner in crime back when he was the boogeyman on the news…” 

“ … The Lake Man. “ You cutted him off to correct.`` I created my own childish mythology around him and I beg you to respect it. In the field of initial education we have created a term, those are called children theories and are really important. He was not the boogeyman, but maybe he could have been friends with the boogeyman.`` 

“ Fine, whatever. The point is that the Lake Man had a Lake Lady that we were unaware of.” Andy recalled, returning to the original track of the conversation. “ She was human, then he killed her so she got inside a doll, then woman back again. Her name is Tiffany Valentine and she is the bitch that keeps bringing him back no matter how many times he gets killed.” 

The much needed explanation frustrated you. Not because of its content, but in the implications. 

“ Crazy, isn’t it? That asshole gets to have someone by his side at the end of the day. He is married to this woman that drags him out of the mud while we are too broken to keep a relationship.” You commented, trying not to sound exactly as bitter and disappointed as you were feeling. “ When I think about Chucky and I do it as an adult, not as the little girl I was, there is only one thing I found that somehow brings me comfort. I wonder how miserable life must be in that doll body. “

What you had to say wasn’t easy to admit, but it was your truth. 

“Before you came back to tell me about how he supposedly embraced that form, I would twirl my mind around the desperation he had when he was willing to take you in order to escape. Consider that plan seriously: the dysphoria regarding age would have driven him even more insane, he would have been a man trapped in the body of a kid. Think of Claudia from ‘Interview with the Vampire’, that would have been his fate for a good chunk of years… and he killed trying to get that. Why? He wanted to be human, I get it. But what truly means to be human?“ 

He was silent, attentive to your quasi philosophical spite ramble. 

“ Humanity is social and the doll is like being a ghost with extra steps, nobody really sees you. I convinced myself with this idea of a lonely Chucky who's already broken mind gets progressively damaged by the extreme isolation in his form of life. A Chucky that can’t really talk to anyone over the age of ten, a Chucky that cloned himself into multiple dolls so he could get some freaking adult company. I want to think he didn’t embrace the doll, but resigned to his curse. He is the only one in his species, a sort of Gollum or Bigfoot… A Frankenstein monster, and I was enjoying imagining that was his punishment for what he did to us… Turns out he isn’t alone and he isn’t paying shit.” 

The theory was fascinating, Andy felt sorry for ruining it for you because it was deeply disturbing at a psychological level. A creative punishment that he didn’t consider before due to the lack of introspection on his own acquired isolation. Chucky ending up alone just like him, made a loner through his own lifestyle after he ruined his chances for a normal social life. 

It was too good, he himself wished he could get convinced of it. For so, he focused on bringing in points to keep it standing despite some refutative facts. 

“ I told you he is married, never said he is happy. You already know the act is not an automatic recipe for domestic bliss.” 

“ Don’t sugarcoat it for me.” You complained right away. “ You can’t throw a ‘ he seems to be doing better than us but in fact he is miserable’ card now. I’m not buying it.” 

“ What if I tell you that his wife is trapped in your worst nightmare?” He pointed out, knowing that part would make you feel vindicated. “ I sincerely think Chucky doesn’t love her, they are together because he needs her. Tiffany is more a minion than a wife: he keeps her for convenience either for his evil plans or simply to have someone around. She may be aware of that or not, but that woman is giving a lot for a man who doesn’t give a shit about her. Every once in a while he gets tired of her and things get really ugly.“ 

Despite the affirmation getting a shy half smile from you, it didn’t end your skepticism. There was no possible situation you could imagine happening where Andy could have veridically got so much information about the marital life of Chucky. How many hours of talking would that require? No fight could have lasted so much, not with his characteristic quickness of movements. 

Chucky liked to talk with his hostages, you did remember that. He talked a lot with you, he even told you that story about the woman he hurted the same way he intended to hurt your mother. You couldn’t know for sure that was true, but he was damn serious about it and you believed him. He clearly had no issues about telling disturbingly intimate things to the poor fools he would capture. 

“ You sound like some trusting co-worker of many years used to hear him bitch about his wife all day.” 

He had no confessable explanation for that, so he seeked to conclude by bringing the chat back to the joke that started it all. 

“ My point stands: our fake marriage is better than theirs.” 

“ Your sister may say you are bad at acting, but there is at least one role that you have always played perfectly since we were kids. “ Was your sweet comeback. “ I got a bit jealous of my character, you know? What a lucky girl, she is married to a handsome guy who adores her. The bad part is that she was pregnant and that made me feel sick, but the rest was dreamy.” 

The praise felt a bit too deep, as intense as it was from your part. Even if you were just teasing him as a mock, Andy loved it. 

“ Pregnancy aside, i hope you where comfortable playing pretend with me.” 

You weren’t hiding anymore, at least not from intentionality. 

“ I enjoyed playing her, that man she got is the whole package. If he was single, I would date him in a heartbeat but I wouldn't get in between because I am not a homewrecker… What a wonderful guy, I wonder where can I get one like him.” 

“ Well, he has learned his lesson after ignoring her for his friend on his birthday.” 

The flirting began to be obvious enough for him to start thinking he could have a chance with you, but he was just too neurotic to enjoy of that without worrying for the many times in which he had fucked things up with other women. He didn’t want to ruin whatever he seemed to be doing good with you, his brain freezing while seeing you staring at him post reaction to the joke wondering if that was a good moment to confess.

Unfortunately, he waited too long and the arrival of his sister interrupted the moment.

“ Tell her about Jennifer Tilly. People tend to trust celebrities so she has to be aware.” 

That part was the weirdest and it surely got the less composed reaction from you. Contrary to your exhaustive elaboration on your wishes for Chucky’s suffering, you were unapologetically dumb to the bizzarre tale. Apparently, his wife was living the fabulous life of an actress she possessed, which ruined the point Andy had regarding her struggles that were supposed to make you feel some sense of justice. 

Your mother got married to a man who never loved her and their marriage was a source of suffering for you while growing up, but you didn’t have millions of dollars as comfort. However, you felt terrible about the poor woman who was being her victim,which also brought to your mind a perhaps weird question to make. 

“ Andy, look at me and swear it on your mother… No! Better you both swear on Andy’s mother that you will tell me the truth.” 

You sounded so serious that no one would have dared to do otherwise. Kyle put a hand on her chest and encouraged her brother to do the same. 

“ Fine,we do it. We swear on Andy’s mother that we will not lie or hide shit to you.”

You stared deathly into their eyes, as if you were evaluating the promise in seek of authenticity proving, then proceed to vent your doubt.

“ Has anyone, I repeat, ANYONE… played a Freaky Friday on Jamie Lee?”  

The siblings stared at each other, unable to believe that was the issue that they had to deal with from your part. You were just worried about the Halloween actress because you were a fan. 

“ Don’t worry, she is fine.” Andy answered first. “ As far as we know, Miss Tilly is the only famous person being unwillingly dragged into the mess.” 

“ Oww, sweetheart! Is Jamie that important to you? ” Kyle followed. “ I know you like Halloween, but that was pretty drastic. You freaked us out.” 

“ Daphne from Scooby Doo and Jaimie Lee’s Laurie Strode were my role models when growing up, so forgive me for caring a bit too much. “ You attempted to explain, making your audience fear for another ramble. “ Do you know how hard I cried the first time I watched Halloween as a little girl and I saw a grown up girl hiding in a closet that looked just like the one Andy made me hide in? And when the killer got to her and she had to fight? I grew up to that, processing my feelings through her, then she made her comeback a decade later and I saw her behead him. Kyle, I felt peace watching that! Ever since then I know that I want to chop off Chucky’s head. Only that way will I feel strong again.” 

It may be linked to some cathartic moment you got from a movie experience, but your expressed wish of decapitating Chucky was a bit familiar. Kyle directed a complicit but mockfull glance towards her brother and he knew he was going to get teased to no end about that. 

" You forgot you can't behead Chucky, not at least if you want him dead" Andy told you, patiently explaining back that random fact. " That hasn't changed, the body can still move headless and the head can survive bodiless." 

" Forget logic: It was a revenge fantasy. I had control and he would never see me as his weak scared pawn anymore." You defended yourself, then stopped for an instant as a powerful idea was crossing your mind. " What if we could save Miss Tilly? She may not be Jamie Lee, but she deserves better than to be a vessel for Chucky's wife. Besides, she was really funny as the ex wife in ' Liar, Liar'. Was that her acting or was Tiffany playing herself?" 

Andy threw a way too loud chuckle. 

" Save that somewhere, get it written if you need to. it's good enough to distract Chucky, it may save your life someday if you use it to make him lose time talking of her." 

" We don't know any way of saving a person in Jennifer's situation. '' Kyle added back into the core of the point. " Nothing that isn't a mercy kill. All we do is destroy dolls, if the possessed is a person we run out of options."  

"I have proved to you that researching occultism is useful. What if we try it? I have no idea of where to start, but I remember little pieces of exorcism anecdotes my psychic friend told me. Maybe we can start from that." 

" Ríght now I just want you to rest. " Andy replicated. " You had a hard day and I made it worse. " 

" I like when you tell me things, I want to know. You don't have to cover my eyes on the scary parts anymore." 

" Duty of playdate fake husband, I have to take care of you and I actually like to do it. We can deal with that later but you need at least one good night of sleep. I know resting when you know he is out there is hard, but you have to." 

" Trust the expert: Andy is the champion of never sleeping, then collapsing for twelve hours straight. " His sister added, acting properly like the eldest and watcher of his bad habits. " Cut those micro dates you are having while I go to sleep for one night and rest for real, both of you. Tomorrow you can go back to being all over each other." 

" Excuse me? You reacted to the callout even while you knew she was aware of your feelings for Andy. " We are recovering some of the lost time, Chucky ruined our last sleepover." 

" Sure you are. Do you think I haven't heard you sing the Scooby Doo song in the middle of the night? How many cartoons did you watch last night?" 

You stared at each other like mischievous children being nagged. 

" Thanks, Kyle. " Andy replicated. " We will sleep tonight, I promise." 

" And to prove we are being serious, I'm taking the little sleep demon with me so he will stop bothering Andy. " You concluded, then began to search for your cat across the room. " Freddy, it's sleep time!! Leave the friend be for tonight, honey." 

One simple thing Andy had learned about homes with cats through living with you was that inside doors were never closed. Those animals liked to wander around the house in the middle of the night while the owners were asleep and would complain over anything blocking them access to spaces. Whenever you would close the door of your room for privacy reasons, your cat would rush to sit in front of it and patiently wait for it to be opened. If it would take a while for you to do so and he would grow impatient he would even start meowing to try tricking someone else into opening it for him. For so, you acquired the habit of sleeping with your bedroom's door open, which made Andy feel nervous just thinking about that.

At first he couldn't understand how you were able to sleep with a tiny creature moving around your house. The silent steps of your cat following his nocturnal habits, movement only felt through the external noises of things he would stumble with or throw, reminded him of the movements of Chucky in activation mood. Only after a good while of observing your cat and engaging in his world Andy began to understand why that adorable little guy was a great pet for you. 

Freddy was aware of even the most imperceptible changes going on in the house. If anything was moved, he would investigate it to later make it be noticed by the nearest human around. Even the smallest thing out of place would get his attention, making him a living detector for Chucky's home invasion techniques. You didn't get a cat for that purpose, but Andy was glad for your little alarm and happy to be liked by it. However, he was a bit jealous when you told him the story of his arrival. 

That cat was an improvised gift of your last boyfriend, then ex boyfriend, from around the time you started dating.That blond guy in your phone pictures was a firefighter who rescued it , then you adopted the orphan kitty. Despite the many times in which you let him know he was a hero in your eyes, Andy knew he would never be one valued by the community and his duty would never make him bring you any cute things from it. 

It wasn't like he would be able to steal for you an orphan child rescued from Chucky. The foster system sucked, but humans were forced to go through that unlike kitties.

The night wasn't advancing as wished because the couch was starting to feel uncomfortable over the accumulation of sleeping rounds passed on it. Andy still wouldn't dare to complain, he preferred to get back pain as long as he wouldn't have to leave you. Knowing that you were close and he was able to reach you if something would go wrong was tranquilizing, but what he truly loved was simply to be with you. 

Just as he was about to knock himself out ignoring the uncomfortable position a subtle noise awakened him. He was inclined to guess it was once more your cat wandering around, but a soft whisper of your voice made him open his eyes immediately. 

" Andy, Andy? Are you up?" You called for him and smiled when his glance answered for him. " Sorry, I don't wanna .." 

"... It's alright. " He cutted off your excuse with a sleepy voice. " Is something wrong?" 

" ... You know, I was thinking... I am not having a good night and you must be tired of sleeping here...What if you stay in my bed? I have plenty of space for you." You tried to hopelessly make sense of a need that you felt shameful over." We used to do it all the time, so it will not be weird... Ríght?  And Chucky owes us one for the sleepover he ruined.``

You made a brief pause before the conclusion, afraid of what you were about to say. 

" Please, come with me. I don't wanna be alone.." 

The last time you were that close you were little children and you were the one climbing to his bed. He remembered it well, it was the night you experienced the firsts of Chucky's lies. Andy found no reason then to decline the sweet request. After all, it came from the spirit of your childhood friendship. 

Except that you weren't kids anymore and he had feelings for you. 

It had been so long since the last time he got that close with someone and you were old friends who haven't bed shared since childhood. Time passed, feelings had changed: he was so into you and that was eating him up.

Your cute face, that pastel purple nightgown you were wearing in such romantical style and your tendency to constantly seek for his touch were a bad combination if the objective was calming the infatuation. You were so affectionate to him and his love starvation made it hard to concentrate on anything else whenever you would give him a little extra of lovely attention. 

Every touch, for as simple as it was, felt too much,but he couldn't get himself to make you stop. Only once in the entire night he attempted it, when you climbed to the bed after him and gave him a sort of hug that qualified as torture for a lonely man. 

He was there just sitting at the edge of the bed and you came from behind. He felt knees straddling the sides of his body, arms sneaking around him and the soft pressure of your torso against his back. 

" Do you touch me all the time to make sure I am real?"

You chuckled very lightly and pressed a kiss on his cheek popping your head from behind. 

" Would you just let me love you? You always say you want to take care of me, but forget that goes both ways. You want to keep me safe, I want to keep you happy." 

To emphasize your point you took the reasoning one step further. 

"You still mean the world to me, is not just a thing from when we were kids. I know it sounds crazy, but that strong connection we had, how we used to understand each other... I have realized that I still feel it. " 

You delivered the conclusion while resting your head on his chin. 

" Do you feel it too?" 

What he truly wanted to do was confessing he was falling madly in love with you. 

" It feels different, but still the same." Was his hint of a clue. Speaking on riddles was easier than coming to terms with the truth. " I am a happy child when I am with you, but an even happier man."

He felt one of your hands moving up to his chest in what was one of the most intimate acts a woman has had with him. 

" I can feel your heart beating from here... Do you wanna feel mine?"

The beatings were rising like crazy and that time you didn't ignore it. Laying on the bed together, you offered him your body as a heat pillow to hold on for sleepy cuddling and couldn't resist. 

Andy was acting way shier than before and that was understandable. The kid who used to give you bedtime forehead kisses was a man shying away from feeling your heart because he wouldn't want you to think he was getting too touchy. Timid caresses traveling from your hips to your waist while curling around you were the maximum of self initiated touching he allowed himself.  

" ... Do you remember when we used to sleep like this? I can't believe it still feels so ríght. Your face will be the first thing I will see when I wake up, no more monsters. " 

It was a very similar position to one you used to adopt back in a time when sharing a bed meant nothing. Facing each other while sharing the same pillow, giving each other smiles and a mutual childishly cute ' i love you' before closing your eyes because you were the best friends in your little world. 

His kid self would kiss you goodnight so easily, just as he would have kissed his mom or babysitter. Kissing was one of his primary forms of physical affection, proven by how often he used to kiss Chucky's cheek as a naive little boy. 

The Andy from his present had no idea of what to do when having you so close, fearing that his goodnight kiss could only land on your lips and dying for so. He simply couldn't keep his mind straight with your body pressed into him like that, even tho he knew it was the same thing you used to do all the time. 

" It's sad to think I once got a woman killed just to have this..." He heard you comment and got out of the trance. “ All because of some shit on the news.” 

He would never let it go, but it was a good moment to make a bit of peace with his inner child. 

" Maggie's death is not our fault, Chucky manipulated us both. He used your fears against you and made us believe he wanted to be released to look after us for the night." 

" No, Andy. I didn't get him out of your bed because he told me. I did it because I was scared and I wanted you to protect me, not him." 

A truth kept for many years, you simply couldn't tell him that when you were children. 

" It has always been you the one I seeked for affection and protection; I never asked it from Chucky. He used to scare me, even since that night. I only dissimulated when I had to because if you would have known I didn't want to play with him you would have stopped being my friend."

The naive adoration implied fitted with his memories of the little girl you used to be. 

" You suspected there was something wrong but stayed ... just for me?" 

" And I would do it again if I had to. I follow you like a minion. "

He knew exactly from where you came up with that and regretted telling you. 

" God, please... Don't! Tiffany is a cold hearted bitch, don't even joke with being like her."

" I have better taste, the boy i played to marry many years ago still cares for me. " You joked in return before making a serious question " ... Andy, did you wonder what I was like over the years? Did you want to see me again someday?" 

" Sure I did, but I was scared of what, or better said who, I could be bringing with me. I guessed you were fine without me and it was better to keep things that way. " He admitted, the avoidance of your eyes whenever he would feel nervous fading in the act.  

 He was going very serious and wanted to highlight that to you.  

" Whenever in adult life I would remember you, I used to imagine you must have become the wife of someone else. In my mind you had the full happy normal life deal: big house, kids, a dog. I thought your imaginary children didn't deserve to get their dog killed by the evil doll following that dude who used to play with their mother when she was very little."

" Had you ever watch ' Supernatural'? It's básically like Scooby Doo for grown ups and all the monsters are real. I followed one season and had to drop it because it would make me think too much of you. " You playfully confessed. " That's how i used to imagine you and for most i thought it was really crazy on my part..  Kind of unrealistic, just because you fought Chucky as a kid that didn't have to be your entire life even if we know paranormal evil exists." 

The fight did become his entire life, always against the same enemy and continuing for decades. You had no way of knowing that, but perhaps there was a sparkle of that sad perseverance already on him when he was a kid and you figured out he was never going to get over it. 

“ I have never found myself, not in the way you mean. The truth is that Chucky has become the topic my life revolves around.” 

“ It’s alright, you don’t have to be ashamed of that with me. We are … a militar? I think that’s what you are… “ You comforted him, making him laugh a bit to the reminder of how you truly had no idea of what he was doing with his life. “ Let’s say a militar with a hunting hobby and a kindergarten teacher who spends her weekends doing craft work for the class. Besides my job and my sister, my life is still pretty empty. That’s all I have, not much but it is what keeps me going.” 

He made a nodding sound, feeling some of the burden a tiny bit less heavy for the moment thanks to your understandment. 

“ Since it’s confession time and if you don’t mind, there is something I need to get off my chest.” You continued, attempting to finally explain yourself further from your shameful behavior on the house walkthrough with the estate agent. “ When I was alone with him during the kidnap Chucky described to me how he butchered a mother and her unborn child. That’s what I never got over, what I kept to myself and I couldn’t tell you.” 

You weren’t sure of how, but you did your best to continue. 

“ It wasn’t just a threat, Andy. He didn’t say that only because it was an easy way to scare me … When he was telling me he was… he was enjoying himself, like if he was remembering something he loved to do. He did it before, I am convinced of that. Perhaps he would have attacked my family regardless of my abeyance to him.”  

The heaviest part of your explanation was about to come and you wanted to let it flow. It was your intuitive attempt to make some things about you make sense.

" After you left I waited Chucky for years and nothing happened, but i never forgot and my concern was manifested in different ways. The first signs of the phobia appeared when I got my first period. My mom told me that my body was getting ready for when i would be a mother and then it hitted me... I suddenly felt like I knew what Chucky was doing. " 

He didn't interrupt you, but you stopped an instant so you could put your thoughts in order. 

" The memories, the blood coming out of me and the first cramps and the motherhood talk... We didn't let him get to my mom and sister on time, so it occurred to me that he was waiting for me to grow up and become a mom. Then he could kill me with the child, just as he promised that time. I know it was insane, a normal thing to expect was guessing he could be dead for real, or he could have forgotten me. "  

" Chucky never forgets a victim, even less a survivor... And he certainly never dies for real. " Andy pointed out, supporting you from his experience. " You did ríght in imagining something like that, it totally sounds like him. Even if it damaged you and turned out to be a wrong idea, it showed you kept yourself alert. Figuring out the next step of the planning isn't easy when it comes to Chucky, You did your best and I am so proud of you." 

He gave you a forehead kiss, remembrance of your old nocturnal habits. Your answer was settled in the present: caressing his face from his chin up to his cheek tracing the path delicately with the back of your fingers

" At least now I understand why he didn't come back for me earlier." 

He watched you with a wondering expression, almost amused. 

" Really? Why?" 

" On the second time he knew where I lived, but you also did. If Chucky would have returned you would have found the way back and that wasn't convenient for him because he wanted you lonely." 

Some skeptical chuckling came from him to that articulated theory. 

" He has bothered other people, (y/n). The world doesn't revolve around me. " 

" We were the meddling kids and he made me be the Daphne to your Fred that first time. " You defended your point. " Chucky tried to trick you using me as bait and he paid the price. He forced me to take him to the mental hospital and together we escaped him... Don't you see it?" 

" Seeing what?" 

" Chucky wins with your Isolation. He still wants you to believe that people are your weakness, that you are meant to be forever alone and everyone is better without you... The truth is that not only our story was different. All the stories you told me prove the opposite of that bullshit he carved in your mind."

He certainly couldn't believe his ears. 

" Most people I have met are dead, I have killed more than what I have saved. I hate it, but it is not bullshit." 

" Can't you seriously not see the pattern? Chucky is about to win only when you seem lonely, but there is always someone. You were alone in your bedroom that night when he tied you to the bed, but then Kyle showed up from the window. You were alone at the military school, but Da Silva searched the carnival with you. Chucky also thought Tyler was alone, but he had you. " 

He couldn't help smiling, your viewpoint was heartwarmingly positive. 

" People are your strength and you are ours. Don't push us away from your life. Every time you do it, you let him win." 

The only story he hasn't told you about confirmed it. He fought alone in Harrogate and lost, Nica got possesed.

" Would it be a win for us if I kiss you now?" He whispered, inspired by you to be completely sincere about his feelings. " You drive me crazy, I can't stop thinking about you." 

Your reaction of ultimate relief was a bit funny to him. 

" Andy, please! Haven't I been obvious enough? Kyle says it is painful to see but that's because I don't understand what the hell is happening to me. " 

The conclusion you were about to drop was bigger than he would have ever expected.

" Never before have I been swept off my feet like this, I swear." 

The rush of confidence felt amazing, Andy was barely able to process what was happening but he wanted to enjoy the moment. 

" ... Not even by the father of your feline son? He seems pretty impressive. " 

The slightly cocky joke was making fun of some jealousy he got to feel for real despite you didn't get to know that. 

" No one compares to you, Andy. " You purred close to his lips. " I'm falling so fast, I just want to be with you."

He couldn't take it anymore, the situation was like a dream coming true. As soon as you stopped speaking his lips were on yours and he knew he would never want to let you go.

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Best Friends Till the End - Andy Barclay x (Fem)Childhood Friend!Reader - Part 3

Masterlist

Word Count 5K

Relationships: Andy x Reader (romantical), glimpses of the sibling dynamic of Andy and Kyle. 

Warnings: Mentions of blood (an implied intense chucky hunting scene) 

Summary: The chaze after Chucky leads to certain inconvenients making Andy and Kyle accept staying with you, but some strange findings at your house split their opinions about trusting you.

Notes: Part 4 is on the way, i choose to split what I got for this one in two because otherwise it would have been over 10K. On a couple of days I’m gonna upload the next part because it’s not edited. 

Tags: @losersclubisms​

There was not much time to point out all the details that he would have preferred to, but Andy owed you an explanation. He felt so particularly strongly because he was imagining you seeing your life getting ruined in a matter of moments since his appearance and the incredible amount of guilt he was feeling for that was inconfessable. His most immediate instinct was thinking that Chucky found the way back to you through him. The doll head he kept in his place for years saw a picture of you playing together as kids put in a portrait next to the ones of everyone Andy cared for. He found out then that your friend never forgot you, that you were his last happy childhood memory. From time to time Chucky would make mention of you as part of the psycological torture, his favorite game being making him doubt about your survivor condition claiming that he could have killed you years ago and he wouldn’t even know. 

If he avoided reaching you for so long, that was only because he was convinced of being protecting you. Andy liked to imagine that being so little at the time played in your favor and you could have forgotten everything, turning it into a repressed traumatic memory. When thinking of his past and all the people who suffered from it, you were the only one who got away in time. Perhaps you two were too little to understand that it was the best for you, but time helped him to get convinced that he had to disappear from your life for you to have one. Keeping the memories of happier times was enough for him, stuff to get back from time to time when life would feel crushing. He wished you all the normal bliss he would never have and hated to realize his and Chucky’s arrival could be interrupting it. 

“ I’m so sorry, you shouldn’t have to be part of this ever again.” He was barely able to look at you, shame mixed with some of his usual survivor's guilt making it unnecessarily hard. “ It’s my fault, I brought the son of a bitch back to you again. I should be the last person you shall want to see.” 

Careless for the passing of time, you comforted him in the same way he would have done with you as kids, by tenderly kissing his forehead before directing him reassuring words. 

“ Would you believe me if I tell you that I have been waiting for this all my life? I am not scared, I am relieved. I knew he was going to come back, now I can finally stop waiting.” 

He was very confused, the cluelessness in his expression was a consequence of the crash between his assumptions and your reality. 

“ All this time?” 

“ I am only glad that he brought you back to me.” You sweetly confessed. “ I never forgot:  doctors, teachers, friends … partners. The whole world wanted me to but I didn´t, I refused to do it. My mother was one of the few exceptions, she had a peculiar way to process things. If we survive, I will make some time to tell you.” 

At that point he had to correct you, he didn’t like your use of plural. 

“ There is no ‘us’ on this: you take the kids out and let me handle it. “ Andy stopped you. “ I brought backup, we are going to be alright.” 

In that command you recognized the little boy who once told you to stay hidden in the closet as he was getting ready for a fight with a baseball bat. 

“ Some things never change.” You teased him. “ I am not a little girl anymore and my job is strategic from many standpoints. Around ten percent of it consists of searching for stuff the kids loose, I have an eye trained to find toys in uncommon places. I can help, you just have to trust me.” 

It wasn’t an option, Andy wasn’t going to take the risk. 

“ I trust you, I’m sure you must be a champion at Where is Wally: toy edition; but we are talking of Chucky. “ He insisted. “ Kyle has gone through this with me before, Chucky was back when we met in foster care. She is my eldest sister, she has fought by my side many times and I can assure you we will get the situation under control.” 

Exactly as he was finishing the sentence you got to hear the sound of the fire alarm, excuse his sister must have found to evacuate the place. 

“ Andrew William Barclay, you are not getting away with this.” You complained, knowing that your job would force you to stay away from the hunting ground. “ Not again, I’m not going to stay in the freakin closet! ” 

There was no way ever in which he could have forced you to stay completely at margin. Once you got your kids out you rushed back inside under a partially true excuse. Camila was distressed because her toy could be trapped in a fire, although the glances you shared helped you see she was perhaps a bit scared that he could be the one causing it. The girl was begging to understand there was something wrong with it and that tale about the toy sickness you came up with helped a bit on that part. You impulsively got back, excusing yourself to one of your colleagues so she would watch over your group under the claim of trying to fix the problem of the little girl. 

A very personal motive was impulsing you to make such a reckless choice, you craved to find the ginger bastard for a resolution of your issues. You always knew he once spotted you as the weakest, the trembling tag along little friend of Andy who used to be too scared to present resistance. You were his terrified assistant from the very first crime: you helped him out of the boy’s bed so he could get to kill Maggie. Andy would deny it to make you feel better but you were sure that, if Chucky would have shown himself to you first, he would have got the human body he wanted simply because you were too scared of him to do better. You wanted to help, but you also wanted to stop feeling powerless. To prove yourself that the doll wouldn’t paralyze you of fear anymore, that you were strong and he was wrong. 

The scene you found didn’t provide you the space to get what you wanted because you got there too late. The fight had already started and was reaching its end. All you got to do was share a certain shock with the only remaining witness aside from you, a woman that you guessed was his sister. 

There were no gunshots, a silent attack was preferable in that context but convenience wasn’t his reason for it. Andy let it get way too personal, even more than usual, because that time he had reasons to believe the doll was coming for you. He practically handled the killing all on his own, fury overcame him to a point in which he simply couldn’t stop himself despite being aware Kyle was looking. He wanted Chucky gone in the messiest, goriest way for daring to get close to you. The doll was long gone, head smashed into an unrecognizable mess after he stomped it with his feet, but Andy kept stabbing the body out of rage and rejoicing on the tons of blood coming out of it. 

Only the sound of your voice got him out of the trance. 

“ Andy… are you alright?” You asked him out of quick impulse, even when the visual evidence would prove otherwise. “ Jesus Christ, there is blood all over you.” 

He stopped immediately, horrified to find out you discovered him on action. 

“ Don’t worry, it's not mine.” Was all he managed to come up with. “ It comes out of him, remember?” 

You laughed at the answer and gave a few steps towards him, standing there to curiously observe the scene. 

“ Is that all that's left of Chucky?” 

“ At least this one. We haven't got to that part yet, but you have to know there are many out there now and we can’t know for sure if that was the only one he sent. ” He patiently informed you. “ You shouldn’t be here, this is just … plain disgusting.” 

You bent down to reach him, held his hand and used the red stain left in your fingertips to draw a smiley face on the back of your only clean hand. It was a dark act of reassurance still implying some light within. 

“ Would you mind staying in my house later so you can explain to me all I need to know?” You calmly asked, giggling a bit afterwards because he seemed more shocked than you.“ You need to take a shower and I don’t think any hotel will allow you to check in like this.” 

Observing you got Kyle convinced that, one way or another, the youngest kids who stumbled across Chucky had to be the most damaged no matter the numbers in their encounter count. Her brother briefly told her during the search that you were teaching there and she knew of your existence from the beginning in the foster home, when her teenage self ended up asking a seven years old Andy who gave him the bracelet he seemed to protect over many other of his possessions. She was, saving the circumstances, pleased to know she would get to know you but the oddities in your first meeting were significant. 

There was a horrifying complicity on your part regarding the atrocity committed, which made her wonder if you shared with Andy some desensitization to violence product of being exposed to it since before you could even process it. Her brother, however, looked fascinated as if he would have found a soulmate.  

You may have managed to become better adjusted, but you were far from normal. For instance, you allowed them to reach your place ahead of you so Andy would get clean. No questions needed, no explanations required: you were inviting them to hide there just for the sake of your old friendship with Andy. 

“ Are you sure that’s not a bit too much?” Kyle tried to convince you against it. “ I understand you are grateful, but we don’t want to cross any weird limit.” 

His clumsy attempt of refusal was accidentally accompanied by some more assumptions. 

“ It’s really kind of you, but we can’t accept that. “ Andy followed her. “ What would your family say if they found a man covered in blood in their bathroom?” 

The comment was quite odd to you, since you felt it implied a particular definition of family.

“ My only family living there is my sister and she is currently out of town.” 

Andy was very surprised to hear that because it went against all his predictions. 

 “Really? I just thought that maybe…” 

You weren’t sure of why he would assume right away that you were a married woman having children. Perhaps because your profession involved taking care of kids? There was no way to know, but it flattered you.  

“ You are the only husband I ever had. “ 

He knew you were talking of your childhood games playing pretend to be a family using your toys as children. The mere mention got a shy smile out of him, which was an incredible contrast with the expression and demeanor shown briefly before. 

All the hate he had for Chucky was directly proportional to his sweetness with you. 

“ Well, thank you!” He answered, hoping the splats of blood were helping to cover up from another sort of red on his face. “ It's cute that you remember that. I only hope I was a good husband. “ 

He would have never been ready for your even sweeter comeback. 

“ The best ever, you saved my life.” You said before proceeding to give his sister context. “ When we were kids we used to play being a married couple, among many other games. It was the first game Chucky saw us play. Andy wanted him to play his coworker, but I wanted him to be my baby. I will never forget that moment, the very first words he said to me : ‘No fucking way, bitch’ “ 

Kyle didn’t want to laugh, but it escaped out of her because the anecdote was cute and awful at equal amounts. What didn’t escape to her was the effect you had on her brother. You two were extremely weird, but it seemed to be making him good. 

In her reasonable concern awakened by the unusual situation, she indulged in a bit of harmless searching across your house once they got there. There would be some time left before you would come back from work, since you were probably stuck dealing with the mess left behind and waiting for the parents to pick up their children. She made sure  Andy would go directly to the shower, using that time to figure out more of who you were. The first detail that she noticed were some weird signs placed close to every entrance of the place, windows included. It looked like some sort of witchcraft that made her fear they could have walked into a trap. A black cat sleeping in the biggest couch of your living room felt like a sign of confirmation for something suspicious. 

For the first time, he was the one refusing to acknowledge any issues. She later tried to bring up the observations but he wasn’t listening. 

“ We don’t know anything about this woman and she doesn’t know anything about us yet here we are, crashing at her place like long time pals. I hate to be saying this but.. Since when do you trust people, Andy? What’s wrong with you?” 

He wasn’t acting like himself and he was aware of it. 

“ She is very special to me.” Was his first, most imminent reply. “ We discovered Chucky together, but even before that we once were each other’s best friend.” 

“ I get it, you have good memories from when you were kids, but that was decades ago. If those feelings wouldn’t be involved you would see how suspicious that looks like. If that is actually witchcraft, then she could be connected to Chucky.” 

The questioning seemed to get him a bit irritable. 

“ For fuck’s sake, trust me in this! “ Andy complained, still trying to avoid shouting. “ She picked a career out of wanting to avoid more children to end up like us. Do you wanna know how I found out it was her? She kept the Scooby Doo plush that was her favorite back then and she shows it to the kids. She is exactly as sweet as she used to be.” 

That conviction came from more than just some observed facts. Andy was sure that watching him kill that Chucky should have scared you away, but it didn't. Instead, you reassured him in the sweetest way. Despite being an accidental witness of his darkest side emerging you didn’t rush out in fright for what he did and that was wonderful. 

“ Nothing else in my life is as it used to be, Kyle, but she is. One moment in her classroom and I was already feeling like a kid again.” 

The words implied that, but he didn’t dare to say the word happy. That was what happened: for an instant he got a reminder of how it was to be a happy kid, untouched by Chucky. While being with you his inner child found a special comfort at the same time his adult self was freaking out about feeling that peculiar attraction towards the woman you have become. He felt guilty because of how hopeful he was when you denied his assumptions about your relationship status. 

“ Alright, let’s do this. '' Kyle concluded, in a more relaxed tone. “ First we figure out that she isn’t some murderous witch about to offer us in sacrifice, then we get you a date.” 

The jump to conclusions surprised him and they were about to enter into some silly bickering about the tease. 

“ I never said I like her that way.” 

“ Andy, I am the eldest and you honestly ain’t fooling anyone. “ His sister snarked back. “ You can’t fake even when your life depends on it, that’s why I always handle the interviews.” 

They searched up carefully and under very different criteria. While she wanted to find anything to help confirm or reject her theory about you, he was trying to figure out things to get to know you personally. What things you liked or disliked, your habits, anything that the information in your house would allow him to find out. He was paying attention to your decoration, searching for portraits showing any photos, then looked at your old CDs and the dvd collection in the living room. Of course, some could belong to someone else living there with you, but it was fun trying to make guesses on which stuff could be yours. 

There was a characteristic mix of adult, sometimes dark, and childish elements all over your things. Stuff like the weird symbols Kyle noticed was being balanced with your use of light colors on the walls. Plushies were placed as random decoration tokens and there was a cute scratcher house for your cat. You had a collection of horror movies mixed with children cartoons; a Backstreet Boys CD old enough to belong in your teenage years three titles away from some equally old goth rock records. The living room had portraits on display, which made him stop caring about those minor oddities into solving one particular wonder going on in his mind. 

Family, friends, pets you had over the years; the pictures were information about events in your life. The intrigue of knowing if there was a space still saved there for him was killing him, but the answer he found was greater than what he could have ever imagined. On top of a shelf, there was a portrait displayed next to your old Strawberry Shortcake doll and following an empty space. He imagined that it must be Scooby’s normal place in your house, the two toys looking like guardians of that photo. It was taken on your fourth birthday, the last one of yours you shared with him, and you two were smiling in front of the cake. 

Not only it showed that you never forgot him, that small corner of your house was like a psychological altar to the innocence that you lost. Nostalgia, pain and hope all combined made him break and he let go some silent sobbing until his contemplation finished with a distraction caused by the irruption of the housecat reaching out to inspect him. 

By the time you arrived back home that suspicious approach became intense interaction. You had terrible news for everyone, but coming to see what you found made everything worthy. Andy was laying on your living room’s biggest couch and your cat was on top of him, getting comfy against his chest. It was extremely unusual and it got you in the purest awe. 

“ We were watching TV because we got a bit bored waiting, but your little buddy had other plans and felt like letting me know I was usurping his couch.” He innocently explained to you. “ I couldn’t refuse, he is adorable.” 

Your face was bright of happiness, unable to properly process what the scene was making you feel. 

“ Freddy! That’s not how we treat our guests, let Andy have the couch. He must be exhausted from hunting and, unlike you, he killed the prey instead of wound it to play with it.” You mockfully reprimanded your cat while reaching out to caress the top of his head. You also bent down a bit to salute Andy with a kiss on the cheek. “ Mind if I take a picture? He is never like this with strangers, you don’t know how lucky you are. I am amazed.” 

“ We are two, you don’t know how hard it is to see this one with his guard down.” Kyle commented, but about her brother. “ He is making me feel paranoid when usually he is the untrustful one.” 

You dropped some bags to grab your phone and, after getting your old friend’s permission, you took a few pictures of the curious episode. Andy smiled shyly for the camera and the overall cuteness in him was making your heart race. 

“ Don’t worry, if you wanna talk about paranoia you came to the right place.” You answered back at the blond woman on the individual seat beside. “ Most of my resting furniture is Chucky proof, nothing bigger than my little boy gets to hide underneath beds or couches. The systems are self designed, I got too many years of that fantasy about getting stabbed from underneath my bed.” 

“ Do you get those too?” Andy asked, showing an evident amazement that kept growing. “ Shit, that’s horrible. Although being strangled from behind is a strong competition for that one.” 

“ I made peace with the strangling part. When we were teens my cousins were about to get rid of their Good Guys and I asked to keep those ‘ for closure reasons’. “ You began to confess yourself. “ My eldest cousin used to be a bitch, she locked me in a closet with the dolls as a joke when we were 8. When I finally got hands on those bastards I destroyed them and made a necklace with their shoelaces. I called it a Chucky Choker.” 

The funny disturbing anecdote got a few laughs despite the implicancies. 

“ It’s common sense, not paranoia.” Andy followed you. “ Nothing is being too careful, you will never be ready.” 

“... and fuck chimneys!” 

The inside joke was about the way in which Chucky broke into Andy’s old apartment when you were running away from him. 

“ Feeling unprepared pisses me off: when I finally have the upper hand the asshole flips the board and switches the rules!”  You continued, actual frustration mixing on your speech. “ Suddenly he decided to go body positive, embrace his doll form, and now we get tons of him instead of one kid being chased for a body. I spoke with Camila and I have awful news. Do you wanna get those now or after eating? I brought some takeaway.” 

Kyle answered for both, showing herself slightly more relaxed. 

“ Bad news first. Spit it out.” 

“ She said ‘Oscar’ told her about his many friends and was ‘making weird jokes’ about convincing her to kill me.” You explained, more indignated than scared. “ WHY? Since WHEN does he need kids to do his dirty work?” 

Andy was as surprised as Kyle regarding that last part, but he also saw his worst fears confirmed: you were a target. 

“ Never before, that’s new.” He replicated. “ If he wants you dead, he comes to get you.”  

“ As far as i know, Camila has no babysitters and there is no housekeeper. Chucky must have run out of potential victims in her house. Killing the parents is not an option if he wants to manipulate the kid.” 

“ Heading to school to kill teachers seems reasonable from his perspective. “ Kyle joined you in the theorization. “ I don’t get why getting the girl involved, but he is Chucky. Traumatizing children is his hobby.” 

“ You both still think this is casual?” Andy interrupted, guilt making him angry. “ (y/n), he picked a girl in your classroom. He left a message for you: this has to be personal.” 

“ Then why am I not dead? He could have mixed with the classroom’s toys and made his strike on his own the very first day he arrived here. “ You insisted, keeping the thread of your point. “ Did he ever wait this long to kill anyone he really wants to? Chucky? The same asshole who killed your babysitter ON THE SAME NIGHT just because she turned off the TV? He has no patience, I doubt time changed that.” 

Andy proceeded to do the question he must have done from the start. 

“ Have you got any strange packages prior to this? Even if you refused to receive those.” 

“ A mysterious Chucky size package? Nop, not at all. He is like my father: he ruined my childhood and doesn’t even call for Christmas.” 

Bittersweet jokes were your thing and those weren’t necessarily bad.

“ I know what it looks like: I’m the connection, but we can’t be sure of that yet.” You attempted to tranquilize him. “ He had over two decades to come for me and didn’t. I took some precautions I was taught to, but I don’t think those could have made me invisible.” 

“ Is that what the shit over there is supposed to mean?” Kyle asked you, pointing out at the odd marks on your entrances. “ I gotta be honest, it’s shady as fuck.” 

“ Of course, I forgot to explain that part! I bet you thought I was a witch about to kill you.” You apologized, actually feeling bad under the possibility of making them worry. “ Nadia taught me that it keeps bad spirits away. Assuming Chucky counts as a dark entity, that should keep him out.” 

“ Did you tell someone else about Chucky?” Andy recalled, with curiosity. “.. and they believed you?” 

“ She was a friend of the family, a medium that my mom befriended some time after the mess. “ You sweetly clarified. “ When I get to tell you how it happened, you are not going to believe it.” 

He wasn’t seeing that coming, your life has been apparently way weirder than in his idealizations of you. 

“ That’s not fair, I’m supposed to have the weirdest stories for catching up! ” He playfully complained. '' I was chased four times by Chucky, winning in each and every single one of those, but each one gets weirder.” 

“ Let me awaken this little troublemaker so you can get up and tell me everything during our meal.” You proposed, sneaking close to pick up your cat. He didn’t want to be taken away from the comfy position receiving heat from the new human. “ He is fuzzy because he apparently likes to sleep with you, but I bet some wet food is gonna solve that.” 

“ Is he a Freddy for Fred Jones?” Kyle asked you. “ Andy talks about you every time I watch Scooby Doo with him.” 

“ Scooby Doo was my copying mechanism when I was being kidnapped by a serial killer threatening with killing my pregnant mother if i would dissobey him. That franchise is my life.” You affirmed for her. “ That being said, Freddy was rescued from a fire. During his first times here he used to scratch everything and wouldn’t let us sleep. He is a Krueger, not a Jones.” 

Andy laughed a bit harder with that last punchline. 

“ That 's growth, we are so old.” 

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Best Friends Till the End - Andy Barclay x (fem)Childhood Friend!Reader - Part 4

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Word Count 7.5 K

Warnings: Discussion of Chucky induced traumas, massive amount of fluff and romantical tension. 

Summary: Catching up talks go in different directions as you bond with Andy and his sister sharing about your past and trauma. Her friendly approach becomes a new source of comfort for you while you begin to grow closer with your old best friend in ways neither of you would have ever imagined. 

Notes: There is a Halloween analogy structuring part of a scene, it was left open to interpretation if the two universes coexist. Also, I’m %100 sure I will write a part 5. 

Tags: @losersclubisms​

After so many years of being separated,the moment presented itself in the most unreal of contexts. You were finally face to face sharing about your lives and solving each other’s wonders about how you have been going. His sister was also there acting as Andy’s mediator on his tale and you wished yours would have been available to be part of it as yours. Although she wasn’t physically available then, it wasn’t like you weren’t about to call her so she could be warned of the imminent danger. You weren’t sure of how she would take the news about Chucky, but you knew she would ask to have a few words with Andy because his memory had some impact on her childhood despite never getting to meet him. Of course, he wasn’t aware of that because he didn’t know how hard you stuck to the promises made when you were little children. 

“ You start, I can’t wait to hear about you.” You sweetly begged him, insisting on making him a priority on the telling turns. “ Are you aware of how strange-awesome all of this is? When I was a kid you were my greatest hero, now you come back as some monster hunter expert. My infantile dreams have become true somehow, you grew up a hero.” 

There was real adoration in you matching the feeling of your phrasing, sweet admiration that never faded and only remained asleep to be awakened through its own inside process of transformation. By the way you were looking at him, as if he was the most amazing man on the planet, Kyle guessed there was something going on with you. Some aspects of reality matched the image of him you had plenty of years to build alone and you were fascinated. 

Maybe it was too early to speak of that, but you looked like a crushing girl silently swooning over the boy she likes. 

“ I’m just an ordinary man with very bad luck.” Andy humbly corrected you, refusing to see the motive of your surprise. “ More people near me have died than the ones I have actually saved. I told you I won and that’s true, but I didn’t state the price. Chucky took care of destroying everything around me, very few people have survived being in my life and most have left for good.” 

Fearing the sentence would be easily misinterpreted by you as a reproach, he corrected it before you could begin to blame yourself. 

“ I’m glad you did, (y/n). We were too little to understand that was the best.” 

“ I never did. Not spiritually, at least.” You corrected him before you could have burst into tears. “ I never got over it. Look around you, Andy. I dedicated my life to you, to make the sacrifice you made for me be worthy, but I didn't do it only out of guilt. We had a special vincule, our friendship was the very first social experience of my life. If Chucky taught me to fear, you taught me to love. I learned how to platonically love with you, when we were kids you were my world. I have had romantic breakups that didn’t hurt as badly as losing you did.”  

The blatant honesty impacted him, what you were saying was the exact opposite of what his guilt made him imagine. 

“ I’m proud of you simply for making it this far, even if I had to disappear for that. “ He didn’t have the strength to accurately answer you, to talk about his feelings about your separation. “ Raven grew up safe, you two stuck together and you are alright.” 

Kyle knew exactly what he was thinking of when saying that. Barbara and Nica Pierce: one dead and one possessed. That was perhaps one possible fate he imagined for you if he would have reappeared in your life sooner. She held his hand from underneath the table, a subtle sign of comfort trying to get him out of the overthinking. 

“ Ray dragged me into a scouts troop just for the knife training, Chucky would have been the one scared of her if he would have met her as a little girl.” You commented, hoping to tranquilize him within the joke. “ So you know that about us now. He better watch out: we got girl scout training.” 

The cuteness in that silly self mock got him, which left him ready to twist a sad memory into some impressive anecdote to tell you. 

“ I got actual military training.” He commented, carefully evaluating your reaction to see if that would impress you.” As a teen, in a military academy, after I failed the foster system.” 

It did, but the attempt of a self-deprecating joke got a quite intense reaction from you. 

“ Never say that, ever again, did you hear me? NEVER” You corrected him. “Institutions failed you, that’s not on you. I feel someone needs to tell you that because the amount of shit my sister tells me about the system is abysmal. She is away working on her thesis, the last step to get her degree in social work and that’s precisely her topic. Even today, It keeps failing the kids and then blaming them for it.” 

“ A kinder teacher and a social worker starting as girl scouts, you two are the definition of nice.” He teased you to avoid dealing with the effect on your sayings. “ I'm chronologically messy, I got into the academy at sixteen. What do you want to hear first? The story of how Kyle and I met and got our foster home raided by Chucky or how the bastard followed me into the military school? “

“ I know you have always wanted a sibling and I like that you got to be the little one.” You indirectly decided, then smiled at Kyle. “ You have each other despite everything and that’s a wonderful thing. I’m really sorry that he had to screw up everything else.” 

Kyle appreciated your heartfelt comment. 

“ It 's alright, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger i guess.” She answered to then later drop a casual joke before getting into the story. “ Your parents were real assholes with your sister’s name.” 

Naturalization made you think twice before realizing what she meant, but you did laugh once you got the joke. 

The food was getting cold and you were barely touching it, too into the stories you were sharing to realize you weren’t paying attention to anything else. Andy began the tale and the tenderness in your beautiful eyes completely fixated on him was making him melt a bit. It was the best comfort he could get for the grim aspects of what he was sharing with you. 

“ I spent an entire year being passed from place to place like a packaged bomb, nobody wanted to deal with me, untill Phil and Joanne took the risk. Of course, they kept the bomb for too long and it tragically exploded on them.” 

“ What he tries to say is that Chucky came back and killed our foster parents while trying to get him.”  Kyle corrected him.“ You were not a bomb, Andy. You were a seven years old kid, for god’s sake!” 

Your expression showed agreement with her viewpoint and she was encouraged by that. 

“ Sorry, you will always hear him saying stuff like that. Inside of him there is more guilt and regret than man. Maybe you will be able to help me out with that.” 

“ It’s alright, maybe we can start from another angle.” You followed her. “ How is your mom, Andy? I remember her fondly because, you know, your apartment was like my second home.” 

“ It took many years, but she got released.” 

“ THAT’S WONDERFUL! See? After all you did have one piece of good news to tell me.” You happily cheered for him. “ I would love to visit her someday, just gotta make some arrangements and I can go anywhere you take me on my next vacation period.” 

Andy understood by the implications of your words that you weren’t seeing your accidental encounter as an isolated incident. You wanted to stay, to get back in his life, for what he only hoped that the stories he had to tell would help you desist. 

“ So, in this new foster home I was staying there was another Good Guy left by some other kid. “ He reformulated, getting his narration back on track. “ I liked the place and I liked to be with Kyle. I didn’t want to leave but in order to stay our foster parents were demanding that I show normality. I was supposed to prove I left Chucky behind, that I ‘adapted’ because nobody wants a weirdo.” 

“ People think that because we were kids we had to forget easily. One year passes and all our problems get magically solved. The crap I got from the‘ they aren’t in full conscience, they are children! Give them time to repress it and done’ mentality got me where I am. Do you think I became a kinder teacher only to spot Chucky? I want to help children. “ You agreed with him, interrupting him for reassurance. “  I’m so sorry that even in the place you felt the most comfortable you had to stand shit like that.” 

“ It sucks, they have no idea of how it fucks you up even more. The thing is that I picked this doll and began pulling a fake show of how I was best friends with it once more, all just so they would think I was normal by whatever bullshit standards were expected of me. What I didn't know was that the doll was playing pretend too.” 

It took you an instant to show a reaction, shock impeding you to do it quicker. 

“ NO, NO, NO ,NO. Don’t you tell me that?”

“ Chucky destroyed it and took its place.” He confirmed for you. “ That's how he got into the sort of name switching he recently used with Camila.” 

“ My darling, that was so cruel. WHY PLAYING WITH YOU LIKE THAT? Of course you have trust issues, that’s even worse than what he did to you the first time!” 

The overly sweet way in which you addressed him was a new one. 

“ I found him tied to his bed, the doll was on top of him.” Kyle followed, continuing the story so he would get a rest. “ Andy tried to tell us, but we obviously thought it was more bullshit.  I did, at least until Chucky killed Phil and Joanne kicked Andy out. I threw one doll in the trash, but found the other smashed and buried in the yard underneath the swing. I went to check the trash can, but Chucky was gone. He killed Joanne, then attacked me when I discovered the body and held me hostage so I would drive him to Andy.” 

“ That’s exactly what he did to me. ” You interrupted again, disturbingly amazed as if you would have discovered the most incredible bonding point with her. “ Except that I was bait and he didn’t get to kill my mama because he was threatening me with killing her and my then unborn sibling.” 

“ She was four years old at the time and she still dares to say she wasn’t brave.” Andy commented to Kyle, showing evident pride for you both. “ Chucky must have convinced her of that; she would always say that to me.” 

She felt the immediate need of comforting you. 

“ I was a teen and scared to shit anyways, you shouldn’t at all go so hard on yourself.” 

“ To Chucky I will always be the weak bitch, I have feared him from before death. That's probably why he hasn't come back for me. There is no fun without chaze, if the prey is too scared to run, and I was.” 

The reasoning was slightly twisted, but the roots made it somewhat understandable. 

“ You are not a coward, ok? You are not.” Kyle insisted, her kindness reached you in a very special way despite you being almost strangers to each other. “ I have been there, I know how it feels. If there is someone you should believe in, it's me because unlike Andy, I don't know you well enough for you to assume I just want to make you feel better. It’s what I truly think: my little brother and you were tiny badasses, both of you.” 

You smiled as if those words meant the world to you. 

“ I bet you didn’t hide in a closet like I did. “ You mocked yourself for her. “ How did you stop him?” 

“ A car chase, Chucky kidnapped Andy and I drove all the way to the Good Guy factory to save him.”  

“ I wish you could have seen how furious he was when he tried to possess me, but found out it was too late and got stucked.” Andy followed her trace of the tale. “ We made him explode by forcing an air hose into his mouth, that’s how we killed him.” 

You were clapping with your fingertips, eyes wide open, probably impressed by such an end but suspecting it had to be more behind it. 

“ I wanna know more about that, he couldn’t have died in the first take. Do you remember how much it took you, Karen, Detective Norris, his partner and me to strike the asshole down? “ You stopped your friend from considering the story finished. “ Why don’t you tell me about this factory fight like if we were all kids and you two just killed Chucky? Any detail you remember, don’t be afraid to be disgusting and try to imitate his last words for me. I wanna picture him in my mind getting what he deserves.” 

Odd request, but he loved you for it. Andy took a sip of beer, then acceded to get into a prolific telling of his memories about that fight adding the gory details that Kyle wouldn’t recall as well as he did. However, you did begged her to include her contributions or remembered feelings of it because you were very impressed by her referenced actions. A case of reversed identification, you were living your vindictive fantasy through her because you never got to win on Chucky like she did: taking the more active part in an epic battle. 

As soon as the story ended you got up immediately to hug Andy, giving him no chance to correct you in any way. 

“ That was fantastic! “ You praised both while giving an extra of love to him. “ You are my hero, Andy. You will always be.” 

He giggled out of nervousy, a cute dumb smile on his face after as he realized you were the only woman on the planet he could have possibly impressed with a Chucky anecdote. 

“ You haven’t lost your sweetness to Chucky and that’s enough payment for me.” 

“ No, it’s not.” You corrected him in a sweet but snarky tone. “ You deserve every good thing in the world. If I could, I would do anything just to see you happy.” 

There was no doubt that it was an instant crush. You were all over him; if you would have been a cartoon there would be hearts in your pupils everytime you would mention his name. 

“ Mind if I hug you too, Kyle?” You asked the blond woman, back to earth from your infatuation. “ I’m like a Good Guy, I really like hugs and you deserve a strong one.” 

She got up to hug you herself, showing how far behind were her initial doubts on you, to what Andy felt a strange feeling of warmness as a witness of the moment. He loved to see you getting along, the part of him that wanted you to stay was made stronger. 

He later chose to pause his many other stories for you so he could get to hear some of yours. The implicit agreement was advancing according to stages of development, which meant it was your time to tell something about your childhood before he would tell you about his teenage years and Kent. 

“ Nothing was the same since you were gone. We stayed in Chicago, in that same damn apartment, but nothing ever felt the same for me.” Was the strong, introductory phrase of your story. “ Therapists had no real Idea of what was wrong with me because I couldn’t tell the truth, I really couldn’t talk to anyone about it. I was alone in the world, everyone who could understand me was put away. My sister was my only motivation: she became my world when I lost you and I got very concerned about being strong enough to look after her. I forced myself to grow up faster for her: tie my shoelaces, don’t cover my eyes on scary movies, sleep with the lights off like big girls are supposed to. That was the hardest of my bravery exercises to pointlessly prepare for Chucky, the darkness would make me automatically imagine his voice in my mind and he wouldn’t shut up. Asleep I would dream, awake I would imagine him. You were the only thought stopping him, Andy.” 

“ I missed you too, (y/n).” He confessed, moved by your words. “ I carried you with me anywhere I went, have no doubt of that.” 

The comment had you showing a special kind of light to your eyes. 

“ Buckle up your seats, because here is where it gets weird. “ You mischievously warned your small audience. “ My mother has always been a woman very open to the paranormal, but she has her limitations: she would believe in ghosts, but not in a killer doll. Karen’s explanation, OUR explanation, didn’t convince her. While I was spiraling and therapy wasn’t helping as quickly as she thought it would she started to search for her own answers. Our apartment was suddenly full of occultism books and she began to attend parapsychology conferences in order to elaborate an explanation she could believe.” 

“ You told me this was gonna be a ride.” Andy commented, remembering some past casual saids of yours. “ What did she come up with?” 

“ To her it was as if we would have been in a Conjuring prequel and I was little Lorraine Warren discovering her powers. “ You simply explained. “ I was talking with a dead man, I predicted my sister’s sex from the womb; she had enough circunstantial pieces of information to believe I was a psiquic. “ 

The news impacted him, but he tried to dissimulate it. 

“ Still less crazy than a voodoo possessed killer doll. I doubt her theory can get crazier than reality.” 

“ I got your apartment haunted by accident and a violent ghost got connected with both of us. Remember how my father used to scare me as a joke with the Lakeshore Strangler news before he was catched? My mother thought and still thinks that my fear triggered an early awakening of my ‘powers’ and a natural psychic response made me summon the ghost of Charles Lee Ray in your apartment the night Maggie died. I got years of ‘ I know you are scared of what you saw, but you can’t close yourself to your gift’, ‘ You are special, that’s why Chucky chose you. He was a horrible man, but there are plenty of good souls who need your help.’ “ 

Kyle tried to soften the impact with a joke. 

“ What a prideful parent, that lady was desperate to make her girl the star of the scene.” 

“ I didn’t need her pride, I needed to be heard. “ You insisted. “ Mom confused my ptsd induced dreams with Chucky as visions, my craving to see Andy as some psychic connection with him that was distressing me. He was the last person who made me feel safe, of course I was desperate to see him! I had a breakdown in front of the door of his old apartment once: sat there in silence and wouldn’t move, told everyone I was waiting for my friend. After that mom made me quit therapy and searched for a medium to treat me.” 

“ Nadia, right? The woman you told us about.” Andy asked you, disturbed by a suffering he never imagined on your part. “ That’s how you meet her? When your mother irresponsibly refused you therapy?” 

“ She was convinced it was going to help me and, in some way, it did. Not like she thought it would, because I am not a psychic and Nadia knew it. She listened to me when no one else was willing to, she was there for me and that was what I needed. Mom got to her seeking for confirmation, she would have left if she wouldn’t have been told what she wanted to hear so we kept the farse together. “ 

“Wait, you pretended to be a psychic for years just to please your mother? 

“ I grew up between meditation sessions and tarot cards. Nadia became a friend of the family just to keep helping me for real, but we had to pretend she was teaching me to control the power my mom thought I had. I learned divination readings of all kinds, every system out there, and some other cool shit like those symbols you saw. She was the most awesome adult friend; she explained Chucky for me to my sister when she reached the age to start asking questions.” 

“ Really?” Andy questioned you, marveled. “ How did she take it?” 

“ It wasn’t that hard, she was already used to weird shit by then. We got the Chucky talk as soon as we could because I couldn’t wait to start telling her all about how you saved us, as I promised you I would.” 

You were especially interested in letting him know that you fulfilled your saids. 

“ That’s, well, nothing like I have imagined your life would be.” He hesitantly interrupted. “ But wonderful. Someone believed in you, supported you and your sister understands you thanks to her. It’s beautiful, although not normal. I'm happy for you.” 

“ Thank you, it means a lot that you are not looking at me like I was a witch.” You pointed out, expressing an understandable fear. “ Nadia passed away in 1998. She got sick, the cancer was terminal so there was not much that could be done. It hitted me hard, like losing a mother.” 

The mention of that year activated an old alarm on him. 

“ No way, that was the same year Chucky came back for me… Are you sure that’s how she died? Maybe this lady saved your life and you didn’t know it.” 

“ I was the only one in my family who had the guts to enter the room to see her go when the time came, probably because I was exposed to death before.” You clarified for him. “ Natural causes, I’m absolutely sure because I was there.” 

A coincidence, those existed in his life for once. 

“ You know? She would say that stuff like that isn’t random, this sort of date match between your suffering and mine. I can imagine her blaming it on destiny or kindred spirituality, as if even from afar our lives would be meant to tangle. “ You added after reading his guess on his expression of relief. “ Maybe we were meant to meet again, Andy.” 

The softness in which you delivered that conclusion got every fiber of his being weak and he still had to remain strong to tell you about the massacre at Kent. 

Everything about you was a comforting surprise, you were making him feel insanely good and he had no idea on how to deal with that. Part of him, the one he considered most rational, was sure it was too good to be true. He wanted to disappear as as soon as he would be sure you were going to be safe to keep going with your calm life without him.However, what the rest of his conflicted self wanted was to wishfully wonder if it would be alright to ask you out someday or that would be weird to you coming from him. 

With you there was no awkwardness while talking about his life. Everything that would scare any other woman away, you admired him for. It was precisely your reaction to his Chucky stories that convinced him that you were perfect for him. He found you attractive pretty much since the very first moment he saw you at the preschool center, but that initial strike was intensifying at every moment spent with you. 

Thinking of the past bringing you back together, his child self would have exclaimed a strong 'yikes' to the way in which Andy was seeing you as an adult. When you were kids he sometimes used to get the casual teasing adults at that time would do of strong friendships developed between little boys and girls. Everytime someone would call you his girlfriend he used to internally cringe and reject the claims. Ironically, like everything in his life, finding you in adulthood had him begging that you would be completely single for him to take. Knowing that you weren't married was a good start to get hopes, but he still wasn't sure that there wouldn't be any partner that you weren't mentioning yet. 

Insecurities disencouraged him when he made an accidental new finding about you. You were showing him pictures on your phone and he took a brief peek of your photo gallery. Mixed between pics of your cat, selfies, stuff the kinder kids do for you and other cute stuff there were a few ones you quickly scrolled through. He catched a glimpse of those and saw you adopting romantical posings next to a man that was his physical opposite. There were only two possible scenarios in which he interpreted that: the guy was your current boyfriend or an ex. In either case, he himself wasn't your type. Andy was a master in overthinking: on a matter of hours he managed to get a crush on you and assume you would never be interested in him all in one take.

It became the main conversation topic during a stakeout he did with Kyle near the last hotspot of Chucky sighting. He managed to let you out of it explaining that they needed to be sure another Chucky wouldn't go after Camila but you couldn't be seen spying on the family of one of your class' kids. You were no fool and absolutely aware it was an excuse to make you stay away, but allowed it that time despite it frustrated you only because you had context for his attitude. 

Andy tried to dissimulatedly ask his sister for advice, but she could have bursted into laughter hearing his conjectures. Your interest in him was evident, she spotted it easily observing your peculiar approach. It wasn't just the sweet complimenting, you were showing clear signs that he wasn't catching. Hiding underneath all that hero worshiping you were practically throwing yourself at him, so obviously fascinated with the man you were discovering. 

The waiting for them to return felt eternal and the imprevisibility of the moment was killing your nerves. If Andy and Kyle would find a Chucky, they would be facing risk, but there was still the possibility of him being outside your house waiting for his best shot to get you. In the worst case, there could be two Chuckies handling everyone of you at once. They were used, probably felt ready for it, but you would be completely alone and he would find a way to mock your security. The worry for your old friend and his nice sister was more intense than the personal one, but the combination of both was fatal. For so, you ended up going along with some of your learnt strategies to calm the anxiety, starting by calling your sister once more. 

Exactly as you imagined, you two didn’t get much time to talk on the first call of the day because as soon as you told her Andy was with you she begged to speak with him and he gave her the needed instructions to keep precautions. The beautiful smile he had when he got to hear her thanking him for everything he has done for you made you feel a fuzzy, warm feeling close to bliss that you couldn’t explain. You weren’t going to tell her about that, but you wanted to talk your fears away. Raven’s idea of comfort was highlighting the positive elements in the news about your enemy. If the whole doll body was permanently weak, not just the heart, then she was ‘ finally able to perform a colonoscopy on him with his own damn butcher blade’ and so were you. Although quite sadistic and imprecise, it was an encouraging thought. Chucky was, in some forms, weaker than before and the surprise element remained his main advantage. He didn’t have that with you, not completely like in the case of some disgraced fool getting to know him for the first time.

 You had to stay focused, but busy with something that could calm you down nerves wise. Instead of doing some mindless scrolling on the phone before starting to fall asleep, the best was trying various true comforting activities in the wait. By the time the heroes arrived back you were baking cookies and watching your comfort film. 

“ We may have a killer out there, isn’t that enough for you?” Andy teased you as soon as he peeked at the tv screen. “ I thought you were going to relax, but you are just watching Michael Myers do what Chucky could be doing to us for real.” 

The movie playing was Halloween and that choice showed your quite curious definition of comfort. 

“ I use this to cope.”  You calmly informed him. “ This movie has a special place in my heart, the plot is really touching. There are two kids escaping from a killer they call the boogeyman and the prick really wants to kill their babysitter.” 

“ I bet Chucky has never been that tall, not even in his human body.” He mockfully recalled. “ Do you revive that night through this?” 

You had a very simple excuse ready. 

“ It’s cathartic, here the babysitter wins.” 

He sat next to you and your immediate reaction was to cling, hugging his side. 

“ Did you find him?” 

“ I look way too clean to have fought a Chucky, don’t you think?” He mocked himself, attempting comfort. “ Don’t worry, I’m not going to leave until I know it’s safe for you and your class.” 

" I have no rush for that, I'm just worried for you. Are you in a hurry to go? I'm all alone and thought this place could be like our Mystery Gang ClubHouse, the center of operations. There is safety in numbers, If we separate Chucky splits then dolls 1 and 2 kill us one by one. " 

You were trying very hard to justificate yourself while implícitly asking them to stay with you without sounding like you were begging for it. 

Kyle guessed what the fuss was about through what she learned of you in your conversations. You were scared and didn't want Andy to leave you, but you hated to be seen as a coward. 

" That would be a smart move. Thanks, (y/n)" She contributed to your justification without pointing out her observations. " I'm very tired, is there anywhere...?" 

" Take my sister's bedroom, we had a talk about the situation and she felt way better knowing you both are here with me. " 

" I take the couch, if Freddy is fine with that. " Andy followed with a joke. " I don't want to start a territorial fight with your cat." 

" For what I have seen, it's most likely he will abandon me to sleep with you. " You teased back. " Not that I mind. Nadia used to say cats can spot when your energy is low and they are like little rechargeable batteries of positive vibes. " 

" See, Kyle? I am not a cat magnet, I am just depressed. " 

The conversation got interrupted by the ringing of the timer and you had to rush to the kitchen. She followed you out of curiosity about what the hell you were doing at that hour. 

There were many plates with freshly baked cookies getting cold over the counter and you were taking out the last ones from the oven. You must have been on that for hours. 

" Are you baking in the middle of the night?" She wondered out loud. " I guess asking if you are alright is pointless." 

" I had to stay up and focused. My two standard reactions to distress are either insomnia or shutting down my brain and that last one ain't an option tonight. " You excused yourself. " Besides, I want to cheer up my kids with a little something tomorrow." 

In a closer inspection, she noticed you made two kinds of cookies: regular round shaped ones and others shaped like dog treats. 

" Scooby Snacks?" 

" Shhh, those are a surprise for Andy." You clarified in a complicit whisper. " Go ahead, pick one." 

She did so and shared with you more than just her verdict. 

" Great, really good. I'm sure he is going to love it. This is sweet, the kind of sweet he doesn't get often. His first instinct is to take off but, even when he doesn't do it, things don't get like this for him. If you want him to stay, keep giving him more of that. " 

You were slightly disconcerted and didn't hesitate in letting her know. 

" Why are you telling me this?" 

" Andy needs to let more people in and he has never closed the gate to you. "

There was a wide smile on your face when you returned to the living room holding a full Scooby Doo cookie jar. 

" Andy, I have something for you!" You announced yourself with a quasi musical tone. " It's a little reward for your courage, you deserve it. "

He turned back to look at you, then noticed what you were all about.  

" Is that what I think it is?" 

Your mischievous expression worked as confirmation. 

" Aren't you exhausted from being so lovely? " He teased you, blatant honesty coming out from him because of the great surprise. " You have to be the sweetest woman I have ever met. Look at that, those even look like Scooby Snacks!" 

His reaction was better than what you imagined, what forced you to try to dissimulate a bit. 

" I have an entire set of Scooby Doo cookie cutters." 

He tried to pick one cookie from the jar as fast as you approached, but you stopped him and he knew the reason. 

" There is only one ríght way of having Scooby Snacks and I know you know it. " 

Andy was simply astonished with your softness and the particularly sweet way you had to evoke your purest memories. His líps parted, allowing you to delicately feed him the cookie in shared excitement.  

You were staring lovefully at him, your inner child feeling like healing while your adult self couldn't help find him incredibly adorable.

He tried to return the gesture, but your first reaction was refusing.

" I don't deserve one unless you have a scary task in mind for me to do." 

He found you so cute that he was barely able to believe his own feelings. 

" Your scary task, (y/n), will be standing me tonight. " He replicated mocking himself to avoid what he thought would make you uncomfortable. " I'm a light sleeper and even when i am tired i don't fall asleep easily."

" So, not looking for clues in some dark abandoned toy store. " You followed, in tone with the joke. " Those have to be the easiest earned Scooby Snacks ever. " 

" You helped me win the trust of the kids and your classroom activity forced that girl to bring her Chucky. Without you that one would still be out there. " He insisted once more, proving to you the impact of your contribution. " Open up, you earned it. " 

You obeyed, circumstantially convinced by his words. Worries and fears faded almost exactly like when you were kids, but with one big difference. Feeling his eyes following the action, as he felt yours before, brought a kind of tension nonexistent back then. You glanced at each other's lips like you never thought you would. 

Andy finished the rest of the movie with you feeling in disbelief with what was happening. You weren't afraid of seeking intimacy, cuddling on the couch with him and talking about your experiences babysitting as a teenager. To increase his surprise, that closed the circle explaining how Chucky marked the path of your life. You went from hyper responsible eldest sister acting like a mini parent to highly recommended teenager babysitter with girl scout reputation to kindergarten teacher, all of that with the side ingredient of the secret occultist hobby your mother imposed on you.  

The closeness was there, both physically and sentimentally.

" You have warm hands." He heard you whispering in a fully relaxed tone " A chiromant would say that means you are a passionate man. " 

He instinctively retired the hand he had posed over your shoulder as if he would have done something wrong and you chuckled. 

" I am not going to hex you, Andy. My friend wasn't a witch. " You softly teased him, believing he got scared of you. " She was a woman of special sight. All we discussed was rules of the ghost world,exorcisms she performed and divination because that was all she used to work on. Actually, the first nice thing Nadia did for me was describing Charles after seeing him on a vision in her first reading of me. She helped me draw him so I could give my monster a face. A human face, something that could make him stop being the boogeyman with a doll mask. " 

" The masked man." He recalled. " You weren't entirely wrong on that. "

" There was a mystery to solve, just not the one I thought first. I do wish I could have seen his face for real like she did." 

In the TV screen Michael Myers was getting unmasked through the fight with Laurie, irony making you laugh together when it happened. Andy didn't remember that part and you weren't aware it was coming because you were distracted with him. 

" Is that why you want so badly to fight Chucky?" He asked you, quickly connecting dots. " Do you want to be like her?" 

You nodded in affirmation and the innocent expression on your face made him wish he could treasure you forever. 

" What if i tell you that you already are, even if you never got to single handle the bad guy? Daphne never did and she is amazing. " 

You had a quick objection to make. 

" What about the live action?" 

" Forget the live action, I'm talking of classic Daphne. " 

Andy wanted to cheer you up, but he was about to masquerade some very personal impressions of you through it. 

" She is kind, positive, and sometimes helps the gang with common objects she finds in her purse like freaking Mcgiver. I don't need a Buffy Daphne, I have always loved her like she was. She has been the villain's bait a few times, so what? She is sweet and beautiful. Shaggy is ríght there being a stoner dumbass and he has been the gang’s bait for the villians more often than her being taken away."

" Don't talk shit about my true love! " You cheerfully complained. " Shaggy may be a stoner dumbass, but I love him. " 

Andy felt so thankful of the fact that you were paying attention to the movie's ending instead of looking at him, because he was a weak mess. Through that description of Shaggy he was thinking of himself: you grew up into becoming the sweet, beautiful woman and he was the stoner dumbass.

" LOOK, LOOK! You are going to miss the part when the doctor shoots him!!" You were commenting with excitement. " I always get massive throwbacks here." 

He pulled you a bit closer and you were very receptive, holding his free hand. 

" Nice warm hands, indeed. You are either full of passion or anger... or both. " 

He looked at you skeptically. 

" Do you really believe in that? I thought it was bullshit your mom made you learn. " 

" It's a system of symbols like any other, Andy. I can read palms as I would read a text. " You patiently explained. " I don't have the power allowing me to go further, but I can interpret in base of what I know the symbols mean. " 

It awakened some curiosity in him. 

" So, you can't know for sure if Chucky is going to kill me tomorrow. What can you actually learn from my hand?" 

" I can get to know you better." You mischievously commented. " Chiromancy is to me more about discovery of personal traits than divination of the future. " 

He turned it into a challenging proposition. 

" Go ahead, read me. If you guess ríght anything about the mess I am in, you can consider double checking if you actually lack psychic abilities."

You accepted, turning off the tv and indicating him the perfect posture to adopt for his reading. He extended the palm of his ríght hand for you and you began to concentrate in a prolific examination. 

The experience was way more intense than what he imagined on the initial discredit. The proximity, mutual staring involved and the delicate touch of your fingertips all in once was too much for him. Your touch was following the lines of his hand, his knuckles, even the softest trait mattered to you as if you were discovering him as a whole through that. 

" Since I want to know first how much of that warmt is passion and how much is anger, I'm gonna go straight to the source. Venus and line of heart." You were explaining to him, reasons falling in a numbled mind whose only thought was you. "mmhh .. That's a surprise, Andy. Are you a repressed romantic? " 

He didn't know how to react. 

" Excuse me?" 

" Means that there is a shit ton of love inside of you with no clear outlet. " You replicated." Mars shows us some anger, frustration, but that's not the end of it. That warmt you have inside is more than just hate for Chucky. " 

It was starting to get scary, but he didn't want you to stop. 

" What else do you find?" 

" A persistent want for love, romantical love." You continued. " Dating you must be a delight, I bet you are the kind of guy who knows how to treat a girl ríght." 

One second of eye contact while delivering that phrase and he was done, praying that your grip of his hand wouldn't show him melting to you as he was. 

" Tell that to all the women who ran away after a quick google search. " He casually commented, confessing himself through the intimate moment. " It hasn't been easy, I can't be open with anyone and if i would they wouldn't believe me. "

" You know? I may not appear in page number one of the case search, but if you dig deep enough my name shows up too. " You tried to comfort him. " A few failed relationships afterwards, I can assure you I would have prefered to have the Chucky talk on the first couple of dates. It's part of my life: if he can't love me despite that, then he ain't the man for me." 

" Do you really think that or are you just saying it to make me feel better?" 

You chose to elaborate on that because you both needed it. 

" From all the bullshit he said, Chucky was ríght in just one thing: my dad never loved my mom. By the time she realized she wasn't going to divorce because she was afraid of creating more trauma, the real trauma was living among them. The thing is that I'm always afraid of repeating the cycle and, to me, that would be like letting Chucky win." 

" In his twisted way, he has raised us.. Didn't he?" Andy commented, trying to soften the impact. " Never listen to anything he says, he is a specialist on eating brains with crap." 

" I have never felt loved to a level that would make me stop fearing. " You added without thinking. " None of my partners had made me feel that much safe about their feelings. There was love, of course, but not enough for any big steps. Passing the initial dating phase means nothing if you don't feel safe enough to give yourself completely because you fear the other half could not retribute the same amount. It may sound silly and childish, but after what I have seen on my parents..." 

" You want a man that would be willing to give you all of him." He completed your phrase. " Did I guess that ríght? " 

You pressed a kiss on the inner side of his wrist, right at the pulse point, and both of you pretended not to feel it rise.

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Best Friends Till the End - Andy Barclay x (Fem) Childhood Friend!Reader - Part 5

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Word Count 5K

Warnings: Reader has tokophobic tendencies that get accidentally triggered (Andy comforts her within the accident)

Summary: The search for more cursed dolls on the area continues and everyone of you is doing their part. While you do as much as you can to help from your position of work in the kindergarten class Andy and Kyle get a lead on an freshly opened murder case. Convinced of finding a chance to contribute from a more active role, you persuade them of allowing you in for the investigation but things don’t go exactly as you planned. 

Tags: @losersclubisms​  On the following days Andy became like your secret personal bodyguard following you anywhere. It slowed down the search for Chucky, but he was convinced that you were a target simply because you were important to him and he wouldn't risk losing you. Not like you would complain, because it was giving you a lot of time to spend together. Every single day without delays he would find the way to secretly show up near the preschool center to join you on the ride back home, the dedication he was putting into your protection was something you had never seen before. 

In fact, you did see it before, but it came from no one else but him when you were little children. He wasn’t aware of how deep were the real implications of the confession you made to him on his first night in your house when you got into talking about your love lives. Your therapist, the one you finally seeked as an adult, had warned you about it. However, you never saw the full impact of her point until then. You were too little when you experienced something traumatic together, an event with details you couldn’t discuss in therapy, but that changed your life. The image of love you had at home sucked, so you modeled your general concept of what loving someone meant in the friendship with that boy.  

Andy was your subconscious measure for all sorts of bonding, but that was backfire in your high romantical expectations. The protectiveness, devotion and mutual understanding you had as friends when you were kids was what you were unsuccessfully seeking for all your life; that specifical definition of love that no one else would fit in. The boy who saved your life and gave his away for you settled a long lasting precedent, too big to not have a meaningful effect.

 How were you not supposed to be falling for that man, if your way of loving was shaped with him? Having him back in your life, rediscovering each other and loving every single finding was like coming back home. In a twisted way, you were even starting to feel thankful for the comeback of Chucky just because Andy followed his steps and the hunt was bringing you close. 

Another day of work ended and at the usual hour you were practically jumping from excitement just knowing he would be hiding somewhere waiting for you outside. The fact that you had good news was a plus, but you were thinking of him all day and couldn't wait to see him. Your beloved weirdo was in the backseat of your car, probably planning to surprise you with a practical reminder of common Chucky attack moves. You saw him from outside because, as in his case, that classic move wasn’t a surprise for you and checking backseats was already an incorporated habit. Despite that, you pretended not to have spotted him just to let him have his fun. 

As soon as you sat on the driver’s seat and closed the door Andy jumped over you from the back, extending his arms for a tight hug that was the loveful equivalent of a classic strangulation.  “ Hey, lovely!” He sweetly announced himself. “ Quick reminder: always check backseats. This time it is me, but it could be…”

 “ That ginger headache about to strangle me.” You followed, faking annoyance just because it seemed funny to you. “ Don’t worry, backseats are the least weird of places i had imagined him in. Once I had a dream where I was having a bath and Chucky was coming to kill me, but he emerged from the toilet seat like some sewer haunting little goblin.” 

He wasn’t expecting it, but you made him chuckle very loud. 

 “ Which horror movie had you watched to end up dreaming that ? That’s insane and bizarre, even for Chucky standards of crazy..” 

“ I’m not sure. It’s either for Stephen King’s It or that horror comedy with the killer beavers.” You explained yourself. “ The use of tiny, murderous things was creative.” 

Andy was in the mood for more joking, which was unusually common around you.  

" Aren't you going to tell me about your day?"  

You chuckled to the fake reproach tone he used with you. 

 " Who starts? I have some great things to show and tell." 

 The vagueness of that claim got some almost childlike excitement from him. 

 " Unless you have body pictures of Chucky or some other proof of death, I'm lost in the showing part." 

 He switched places to go beside you for the rest of the ride, but to do so he had to grab the bag previously occupating that space.

 " Check on the transparent folder" You recommended him. " There is something you have to see." 

Andy searched for it, then collected the bunch of loose papers inside very carefully. Those were all draws from the kids of your class, page after page of Chucky being represented in different infantile art styles. At the top and bottom of each page there was a phrase being formed in adult handwriting that could only be yours, because the kids were too little for reading or writing.  

" Lost doll, return to Andy." He read out loud with disconcert. " What the hell is this?"  

" My kids want to do their part, so at drawing time today they asked me to help them make these posters for you. " You sweetly informed him. " It was their idea, I only allowed it to happen and they left me in charge of handing their draws to you. "  

With that explanation you started the car while he kept revisiting the kindergarten art expo in front of him. 

 " You shouldn't encourage them, it's dangerous for everyone. "  

" It's not my fault that you have become popular in my classroom. Not as much as  Spiderman, but you won your own spot." You replicated what you secretly considered some sweet, happy news. " I didn't do anything, kids speak with each other exactly as we used to. Camila and Emily are the presidents of your fans club. Then Tommy, from Susan's class, spoke about how he saw Chucky running around and he supported the story. I had to replace the rules poster without calling anyone out as responsible and the children discussed the vandal, they did the math on their own. " 

" ... And what would that exactly be?" 

 " 'Oscar' is alive and he is sick. He ruined the poster and is hiding from you because he is the toy you were looking for. Now we all have to find him before he can 'infect' other dolls."  

The recap of the children's mildly accurate theorization sounded impressive to him. 

 " I can't believe that story worked. How far do you think it goes?." 

" These kids movilized themselves, they think the Fever of Damballa it's a public health issue. I am only guilty of organizing them for the creation of an awareness network."  

He wasn't that much into the presented idea. 

 " That sounds like massive histeria. What are we going to do when the parents will start hearing them?” 

" Nothing, to any adult this is just a child’s play." You calmly pointed out. "Without mentioning Charles Lee Ray or Chucky my little spies can go unnoticed and the network will grow beyond the límits of my classroom. Soon, Chucky will run out of families to hide among." 

Your friend was still skeptical. 

 " Children ain't fools, we know it, but getting them involved. " 

 " They are already involved, Andy. Any of them can be the next owner of a cursed doll." You replicated, defending your point. " Trusting kids is Chucky's ecosystem: without that, he is screwed. We learned that first hand, he began to lose only when we both stopped trusting him. More partially aware kids means less opportunities for his manipulation without us having to expose them to the more traumatic aspects of the truth. If he is out there, he will eventually run out of options because the children of this town will stand with us." 

  Andy stopped to consider it for a moment.  

" If I am getting it right, you may have found a way to grab Chucky by the balls without doing a single shot." He congratulated you. " I told you so! There were ways for you to fight without doing something reckless that could potentially send me into a cardiac arrest." 

The joke filled you with tenderness because of the deep concern implied. 

 " Oww, Andy! Are you really that worried of me facing what you do all the time?"  

Only staying focused on the driving stopped you from losing all reservations to his answer. 

 " I would die for you, but can't risk having you return the gesture. Call me crazy, call me selfish; I don't mind. I'm going to keep stalking you before allowing Chucky a chance to be alone with you. " 

 " You are my guardian angel. " You sweetly thanked him." No one protects me like you do. " 

 Andy smiled to himself, softened by the sweetness of your words.  

" You are going to need protection if Chucky finds out you are behind the trick making kids stop trusting him... what may be already happening."  

It was your turn to get weirdly excited.  

" Do you have a lead?" 

 Despite the darkness in it, his news had a different meaning in your context.  

" Couple murdered on their home, no signs of forced entry and guess what? They were toy collectors, the article specifies it to state there was no robbery. " 

It was clear that you got some sense of triumph.  

"  it has to be him! He is already struggling, probably angry. " 

 He saved the drawings back in the folder before explaining to you the next move. 

 "I'm going to check on the case with Kyle as soon as I can get you home. The house of the murder is already on the market. Given the timing, we may have a shot."  

You pulled over immediately, determined to discuss the terms of the planning. 

 " 'We’ means all of us, because I'm going with you and now you have to trust me on this." 

Your attitude frustrated him once more.  

" What did I just tell you, (y/n)?"  

" I know a way to know if he was there, even if we don’t find him." You stopped him to explain. " It's not the most precise, but I know how to trust my gut with that method."

With that statement you simply followed way into reaching Kyle for a common discussion of your idea, something that only you could have achieved from him. What you wanted to do was search the entire house using a pendulum, but you didn’t know how you were going to distract the estate agent for enough time to explore each section. Andy freaked out when you said that you were supposed to do that part on your own, which was going to lead into more discussion, but he intended to accept some form of your extravagant offer mainly because he wanted to please you. Knowing how badly you craved for a chance to contribute directly in the hunt, he preferred to let you have that so you wouldn’t try anything worse. 

They had never used any pseudo occultist techniques before, but you were allowed in anyways. After some talking they also shared with you the rest of their previously ideated plan so you could combine everything. You went for it all together with Kyle as driver, her brother in the passenger seat of their car and you in the backseat looking brightfully excited. In that spirit you were filling them with questions about their past Chucky hunts, that only Andy would answer immediately because he was perhaps enjoying himself too much with the attention. He was the voice of the greatest expert on fighting Chucky and you wanted to learn all that minutious knowledge he gathered through years of obsession and that nobody else cared about. 

In the cutest attitude as his listener and apprentice, he could imagine you would be taking notes if you would have had a notebook available and you were making him feel amazing through the sharing of his socially useless but most treasured learnings.  “ He still hates fire, that’s good to know.” He heard you repeating as if you would be taking a mental note and he couldn’t help smiling. “ Do you remember him screaming like crazy when you roasted him in your chimney? I bet he still gets nightmares from that.” 

There was some fun malice mixed within your heartfelt pride, but that derived into one new question.

“ If we set him on fire, would that burn him to death now or that still hasn’t changed? I mean, you had to re-learn the fire trick somehow.” 

Andy felt too ashamed to confess that he discovered that fact through years of practical torture on a severed head. He would never see himself as a hero, but he was starting to enjoy being one in your eyes and he didn’t want to disappoint you. Getting carried away while killing a Chucky like you once saw him do was one thing, but experimenting torture methods on a captive doll was not the same. He couldn’t let you know of that, fearing it would ruin everything between you.

 “ Theoretically speaking, it’s a possibility because now the entire doll body is weak enough to hurt.” 

Kyle knew he was playing the fool: she was the one who found the severed head. 

“ I don’t recommend it if there are witnesses close, it’s too much of a show.” 

“ You are so right, charred Chucky is the ugliest thing ever.” You kindly agreed with her. “ I can’t smell burned plastic without remembering that, but I still can't remember how I didn’t peed all over myself when he started moving. It must be something else I owe to Andy, nothing scares me the same way when he is beside me.” 

That last phrase was delivered in present as an indirect,not fully intentional demonstration of an affection that managed to transcend time. 

“ Well, nothing saddens me the same way when you are beside me.” Your friend followed, taking courage to shift your own words and express himself through those. “ I still don’t know how you do it.”

 “ Doing what? I’m just …me, still a dumb bitch watching too much cartoons. “ You mocked yourself in what sounded like a tease that could have been said by Chucky himself. “ Right now I feel as if I would be on the road in the Mystery Machine.” 

The siblings laughed at your not so casually delivered Scooby Doo reference.

 “  I can tell you haven’t seen Chucky in a long time. All that positivity, you are kind of a sunshine.” Kyle commented afterwards. “ To get what we want we will have to fool some people. Do you think you can lie better than Andy?” 

He gave her an amused reprobatory glance, surprised by the pun. 

“ Sure, deep down inside me there is a wannabe actress girl.” You funnily replicated. “ My kindergarten teachers used to talk with my mom about that, they would say I was a little actress and they weren’t the only ones. Everyone used to recommend her start taking me to auditions.” 

“ You almost started auditioning.” Andy recalled, following your tale. “ I drove my mom crazy because I wanted to follow you. ‘ Mom, mom! (y/n) is gonna be on TV !! Can I go with her? Can I, can I??’ She didn’t have time to take me auditioning, but I was too little and wasn’t getting it.” 

There was a part of the story he didn’t know because you have never confessed it to him as kids.

“ I didn’t want you to be sad about it, that’s why I refused when my mom finally got one for me. I couldn’t let that happen. What if I would have got the role for that commercial and you would have been sad every time you would see it ? We used to watch a lot of TV, that would have been awful. Then mom got pregnant and stopped insisting because she didn’t have time for it anymore.” 

It wasn’t your intention to make him do so, but he still managed to blame himself. 

“ Then Chucky happened and you had to say goodbye to your dreams.” 

“ That wasn’t my dream. It was adult expectations projected into me and myself enjoying the attention as the cute little girl, daughter of an emotionally careless father, I was.” You quickly corrected him. “ I did drama in high school, but had no professional interest in acting anymore. I was aware I was never gonna be Hollywood pretty by adulthood.” 

“ To be fair, you are the prettiest teacher at the preschool center.” Andy dropped without thinking.” … I bet you will do great with the acting part.” 

The inconexed phrase was a clumsy dissimulation tactic because he realized halfway into his saids that he was about to flirt. His fed up but amused sister peeked at your reaction from the rearview mirror: your face was hidden behind a curtain of hair.that you were playing with as if you were fixing yourself up. She only hoped you would be better at acting in front of strangers than what your behavior to your crush was showing. 

In fact, you arrived in the perfect state of bliss to perform your task. For your method to work you needed to be in a positive, peaceful place mentally and your friend indirectly took care of that. Andy casually admitting that he found you pretty, as simply as that was, led you exactly to that precise balance. You were full with nice thoughts, irradiating happiness, and all you needed to do to keep it that way was looking at him. It was unclear if you were going to find a Chucky there, or if you would be merely following his footsteps. In either case, you had to sneak and he wouldn’t want you to do it alone. 

Within the first excuse you found to separate from the group Kyle quickly followed. She was curious about what you were going to attempt, the weird stuff you seemed to know about had caught her attention since her first look at your house. It wasn’t like she would be completely closed to the kind of things she already acknowledged. Doll incarnation aside, Chucky was a ghost and you were trying to track him as such. For what she could understand, the pendulum was like a smoke detector. You explained to her that, despite its divination uses being more common, it could also be helpful to read the energy on an ambient. If he was there or still hiding, reading the pendulum and following the accumulation of strong dark energy would reveal to you the route Chucky took. 

You never stopped insisting that you were merely reading symbols that were taught to you, and you were, but the lack of familiarity with that world made her feel as if she would be in front of a real clairvoyant. She barely spoke in fear of breaking your concentration, although your expression showed you were thinking of less pleasant things than a while before. 

“ If he isn’t here, he was, and it’s very recent. I’m getting darkness in the lectures.” You finally broke the silence to explain. “ A real psychic, someone like Nadia… she would be giving us an exact location. Not just that, she would be able to tell us details of what he did. She saw him through me, in a reading, when I was a kid and he wasn’t physically close. Given this situation? If Chucky blinks four blocks away from here or inside that wardrobe, she would have been able to tell you which eye he is moving.” 

Frustration and nostalgia filled you in equal amounts because you were paying homage to the teachings of your deceased friend, but you weren’t feeling like a worthy student. 

“ It’s good, I bet you are doing great and she must be proud.” Kyle tried to comfort you. “ Is there anything else I can do to help?” 

“ Think of Charles: the man, not the doll.” You asked, fearing she would think you were saying something crazy. “ Close your eyes for me, just for a moment, and picture him in your mind. Long, dark hair. Pale skin, deranged eyes. He is dressed in some cheap suit and the shirt has big stains. Bullet holes, it’s the mark of how he died. This is the one Nadia described to me, who we want to find. Red and rainbow stripes are just the wrapper.” 

She did so, unsure of being actually helpful and you changed the strategy for asking a question to the pendulum. 

“ Is Charles Lee Ray among us now? ” 

In the meantime Andy was stuck in the tedious task of distracting the estate agent, awkwardness intensifying as he was running out of random questions about the house to make. For said reason he chose to trust his instinct and start the undercover Interview seeking for the information he actually cared about. 

" Did the previous owners have any kids?" Was his startpoint, incredibly less nonsensical than his usual topic openers. He thought that, if she could have seen him starting the interview, Kyle would have been proud. " Are there any children's rooms we can check?" 

However, his recently found sutility didn't lead to what he expected.

" There are two extra rooms available for multiple uses." The agent answered. " Space will not be a problem if you are planning to have children." 

The affirmation made things even more awkward. He was in absolute silence, processing what she just told him.

" The location is excellent for a young couple starting a family." The sales pitch continued despite having lost its listener. " This residential neighborhood is ideal to watch your kids grow." 

The only relieving aspect was that she couldn't be talking about Kyle, because she introduced herself in character but still as his sibling. If she assumed someone there was his partner, that had to be you. 

" ... How did you.. ?" 

" The love in that woman's eyes speaks by itself: I knew you must be newlyweds looking for a place of their own. " She replicated, in complicity. " Your wife adores you and she seems to be good friends with the future aunt. " 

It was too late to correct any statements, you would have to play family. Another ironic situation for his personal collection, since that was like reenacting the first game you had played with Chucky. 

The surprise struck you without warnings when, at your comeback, he hugged your waist and pressed his lips against your forehead. 

" Are you alright, love? How is the little one?"

Unsure of how to react, you followed the act guessing it was a code way to speak of Chucky. However, that didn't stop you from feeling weak for the intimate approach that this time he initiated and the peculiar way to address you. 

" Playing hide and seek, totally messing with me. " You sweetly commented. " We got confirmation and I know I shouldn't be, but I am so excited." 

" Congratulations!" The agent interrupted. "Your husband over here can't stop talking about you, so I think he may be even more excited than you."

Rambling about you was the distractive trick he used. A mix of venting about his own feelings with an acting got the lady rooting for both of you. 

Finally realizing what was going on, you tried to do your part playing the role given to you. 

" Really? And what were you saying?" You lovely asked him, actually wanting to get some context because some parts in the agent's phrasing alarmed you. " I wanna know, now you got me curious." 

Andy wouldn't repeat the exact words because he was too embarrassed, but he felt safer to be as tender as he wanted to, hiding in the character he had to play. 

" I told her about how happy I was the day in which we found each other and how blessed you make me feel each and every single day since then." 

You would have kissed him if that wouldn't be taking the acting too far. 

" You are the one I have waited for all my life. '' You sweetly replied, also letting some honesty go with it. " No matter what he will put us through, I will be strong because I have you. "

" First pregnancy, she is very scared.” Kyle commented, faking context so the story would get more credibility. " Would this house be comfortable for a home birth?" 

The question was a disposable one, something Kyle intended to throw in order to close the topic and carry on. The code of your Chucky talking resembled pregnancy talking and in that context you found it bearable, until you realized that you would have to pretend to be a pregnant woman for the rest of the time there. 

Standing it for the sake of the main goal was incredibly difficult because it triggered your phobia, an aspect that you didn't previously discuss with the siblings. Andy could tell something was disturbing you because you grabbed his hand for the rest of the way exactly as you used to when seeking for his protection. At first he thought it was about facing Chucky, perhaps some ptsd induced anxiety because you got too close to make a finding. His deduction changed when he noticed that your grip of his hand would become tighter every time the estate agent would make a pregnancy related comment and at some point you began to shake a bit. 

Seeing you like that worried him, for he preferred to ruin one excuse break and try to find a way to help you calm down. As soon as you were away from the saleswoman, he silently held you in his arms. 

" I'm so sorry, I'm ruining everything. " You apologized while trying to explain yourself. " I should have warned you about that, i just never thought I would..." 

" It's okay, you can explain later. Don't need to force it now. "

You were trying hard not to fall apart, but you needed to make yourself clear. 

“ I’m like this because of what he did to me. You know what it is, you just don’t know the details because I could never tell you.” You confessed, opening up completely. “ .. I can’t put myself in the shoes of a pregnant woman, once I had a panic attack over an irregularity in my period and spent months rejecting any calls for sexual intimacy from who was my boyfriend at the time. I seeked therapy after fucking up that relationship, but I didn’t overcome it. I am aware of the source, I know where it must have started, and everytime my therapist wants to get there I evade it because I really can’t share it with anyone.” 

You were about to hide your face on his shoulder, but he made you stare directly into his eyes. 

“ You can share it with me. Whenever you feel ready for it, I’m here now. Talking things out is not my strength, but I will listen to you.” He sweetly offered before going for a further and more extreme proposition he would call comfort. “ We are going to make him pay. Wherever the fucker is hidding will not be enough: we are going to find him and when that will happen… The things I will do to him! He will beg for death, but I’m going to leave that choice in your hands.” 

The grim and anger driven proposition was however loaded with love. It was because of how much he cared for you and how it hurted him to know of your suffering that he was more willing than ever to cruelty excesses on the doll killing. 

“ Thank you, my friend, but I still feel like I failed on that front too. The readings I get on the pendulum indicate that the place stinks of him, but he is nowhere to be found.” 

“ Then we will make him find us.” Andy replicated, with determination.” If you can’t carry on we are done here, we got some proof that he is still around and that’s enough to keep going.” 

His stance surprised you because it meant he trusted in your contribution. 

“ Do you believe me?”

“ If you trust that thing, so do I. Kyle seems convinced and she is harder to impress than me.”

You took his hand and stared down at it, then glanced back at his face. 

“ Are you willing to drop out this lead just because I got triggered? I can wait in the car, you don’t have to…” 

“ Chucky could be with you.” He interrupted to explain. “ He could be hiding underneath the car waiting for you to be alone because by now he must guess you are a smart girl who checks on backseats.” 

Every possible scenario in which you could be harmed was already contemplated by him, but that time Andy wanted more than to protect you. He needed to make you feel better. 

“ Let me take care of you. After all, that woman assumed all by herself that I’m your husband.” 

You could tell he was mocking the situation, but also felt the sweet irony within. 

“ Well, we never played divorce. We are still married under the laws of children's games.” 

He smiled for you and the sincerity of his lovefulness was as captivating as his sweet looks. 

“ You are the cutest fake husband ever.” You impulsively praised him, pinching his cheeks to later caress each side of his face. “ Sorry that you got a messed up fake wife that can’t give you fake children, this is the humble present Chucky left me for a lifetime.. Although it was very nice of you to assume at first that I had kids of my own just because I love to work with children, the truth is that it will never happen. If you need to play that card for the pretending, you gotta find someone else because I can’t play family like that anymore.” 

Andy caressed your hair, seeking to be as soft with you as the rage he felt allowed him to be. All those years he imagined you were in a better place and, to some extent, you were, but Chucky still managed to leave irreparable damage in your life. He stayed away for so long hoping that you wouldn’t be hurted, but you both were damaged people trying to make the best out of your traumas. 

“ (y/n), you are perfect for me.” 

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Dulce de Leche? - Andy Barclay x (fem) Reader

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Word Count - 3K

Relationships: Andy Barclay x Reader 

Canon characters involved: Andy Barclay, Junior Wheeler, Bree Wheeler, Logan Wheeler. 

Warnings: This goes into a very specific AU idea. On it, Andy lived a time in Hackensack at some point of the years of his life canon doesn’t cover. There he casually bonded with the Wheelers, (a paralel for Charles Lee Ray bonding with the Pierces) then discovered the abuse going on in the family and infiltrated as a friend in order to protect the kids./ I’m being like the Muschietti siblings on IT regarding references to my country through the eyes of a tourist character.     

Summary: A friend of Bree returns from a vacation trip and Logan doesn’t waste the opportunity to set her up with Andy. 

Notes: @losersclubisms​,this is inspired in your AU idea. I hope you’ll enjoy it. I am running out of grown up Andy pics,( he had so few screentime) but fixed it using an Alex pic I know you have found cute before for the header lol. 

His wife was slightly reluctant about the idea, but her opinions never stopped Logan before. Whenever something occurred to him, he wouldn’t stop until making it happen. Andy was a good friend of his who had been lonely for too long and that couldn’t do any good for a man, his brother Lucas was the proof of that. Finding out that your return would coincide with his visit convinced him of taking action, it was a natural move to make because you were an old friend of Bree. The only one he liked and the only one she kept, also known to have long periods of singleness that he would unfortunately ‘ well intentionally’ tease you for occasionally.  

If you had to be fully honest, you would admit you were still there only for Bree and her son. You weren’t blind to who was the kind of man she married, but any direct confrontations would make you lose her and you made the promise of sticking with her. Sometimes you would have to stand Logan’s bullshit, but you had to in order to remain in her life. It was incredibly narcissistic on his part to think you would be taking his dating suggestions, Andy was one of the few friends he shared with Lucas and that alone was a red flag. However, Junior had a strange fondness of that man that you would never observe of him with any other of his father’s friends and that was quite intriguing. 

It was as if the positions he attributed you were analogues. Back when he was little he shamelessly called you aunt a few times and he got to be called uncle, which obviously stopped quickly through the subtle reprehension of the father for doing it. The only contact you ever established with Andy was through Junior and the genuine appreciation he had for you both, but you frankly didn’t know much of him. He seemed a nice man, but Logan also was in the eyes of an outsider and you knew he really wasn’t. You haven’t crossed paths with him in a long while, last time being one of the boy’s birthdays, but you remembered he was the only adult there besides your friend that wasn’t a total nightmare. You two stuck together for most of it and a few tension driven misunderstandings happened because you did find him attractive. 

That wouldn’t mean that Logan wasn't doing an insidious intromission, the only upside being that Andy seemed as uncomfortable as you. He clearly didn’t ask for it, as you neither did. You were there to reunite after your vacation trip, share stories and bring gifts. It wasn’t on your plans to stand a set up feeling like in an episode of The Office. 

“ Buenos Aires was awesome, there is so much to do that I would end up exhausted at the end of the day and still get shit to do on my list.” You were explaining, trying to get the conversation secured into the topic of your preference. “ I loved the art museums and antiquity stores. There is an alley that is a literal open-air museum in La Boca, that was  wonderful to see. And, of course, I almost forgot about the football stadium!”  

“ I saw the pics, truly awesome.” Junior added. “ Boca Juniors, pun intended in the name of the soccer club because it sounds like it is speaking of my mouth.” 

“ I WAS THINKING OF THAT THE WHOLE TIME! “ You followed him with excitement. “ I knew I was gonna hear one of your jokes as soon as I posted the pic of the entrance sign. You know, there is a curious detail in the origin of the nickname for the stadium you can read there. ‘La Bombonera’, which means ‘ box of chocolates’ in spanish, comes from the fact that an engineer on its development got a box of chocolates from a friend on his birthday and the team in the project found the shape very alike to the stadium they were creating.” 

He seemed to find your tellings quite amusing. 

“ The Box of Chocolates? Who thought that was a good idea for a stadium name?” 

You both laughed together and you could see how pleased Bree was of that, a subtle smile in your direction showing how impressed she was because of that carefree reaction from her son. 

“ Well, slang there is super confusing so it must make more sense for them.” You guessed in return.” Chocolate is a soft catcall word, when an argentine dude in Buenos Aires thinks you are pretty he may call you bombón.” 

You knew you were going to regret that later, but the flow of the talk with Junior made you forget you shouldn’t have mentioned it. 

“ Andy knows a bit of spanish, he may be able to explain to us how that could work on a phrase.” 

The implied ask got him embarrassed, but he acceded. 

“ The language doesn’t work the same way everywhere, just as we don’t speak like the british. “ Andy tried to explain. “ I don’t know how they speak in Argentina, but with the little I do know I would guess something like ‘ Eres un bombon.’ ” 

“ Sos un bombón.” You corrected, not daring to admit to yourself that the cheap trick imposed may have worked. “ You have a great spanish accent, by the way.” 

You were actually thinking of how soft he sounded, sweet even if he didn’t intend so. 

He smiled in return to the simple compliment, a shy response meant to close the topic, but you wouldn’t have that luck. 

“ Look at that, you sound like you are about to dance the tango.” Logan teased you. “ Did you actually get to do that on the trip?” 

“ Yes, of course! A little bit of watching, a little bit of dancing… What reminds me of one of the gifts I brought.`` 

It was a great distraction that bought you some time of peace, you had tons of things to show between the stuff you bought for them and what was for yourself but you wanted to display anyways. The best of all was the sculpture of a dancing couple that you got in an antiquity store for Bree, she loved it right away and you were super happy about that. Since appearances forced you to be friendly, you got Logan a pair of shoes made of argentinian leather. As you watched him receive the gift with delight, you remembered the process of finding the proper thing for him with disgust. You knew it had to be something of leather,a famous speciality of the country. The first recommendation you got in the store was a belt but you quickly refused it. 

It would have been like gifting a gun to a murderer, you knew he was an abusive bastard and Junior was taking the worst part of it. The thoughts on the hate that man made you feel dissipated for a while when the boy reacted to his presents. Two soccer shirts, one you bought in a gift shop near the stadium and another of the national team. 

“ Messi! “ Junior commented, reading the name of the worldwide popular player on the inscription in the back. He didn’t have a great knowledge of soccer, but he liked it enough to once have considered wanting to play it for fun. When it came to sports, he would have preferred soccer practices on a non professional team a thousand times over cross country racing. “ Thank you so much, I’m gonna put it on right now.” 

It wasn’t the gift that truly mattered to him, but the action of support. You knew he preferred soccer over cross country, as you also knew he preferred music over sports. Buying him a guitar would have been too much of a provocation, a hostile act towards Logan’s wishes that would make him detect you as a threat, but you thought of it so many times before. 

Junior had a wide smile on his face on the shared knowledge in the imperceptible act of rebellion, wearing the shirt like it would be a silent counterculture statement. You rushed to take a pic but Andy got ahead of you, the happiness of the boy seemed to affect him in the same way it got you. The way in which Junior hugged you, then asked him and only him to take a picture of you both together confirmed it for you. 

He was telling you that man was an ally in knowledge of the same code, also a pleased participant in the underground meaning of the act. 

You wouldn’t get much time to celebrate your small victory before the forces of order would strike again. After the individual gifts were presented you showed some other things you bought for them that were meant for the house and your collective enjoyment. Food and drinks: you displayed first a fine wine for the adults, then one of the things you were the most excited about. 

“ Dulce de Leche, I got a ton of jars for myself and I knew I just had to bring some to you. “ You sweetly explained. “ If you never tried this, it is going to blow your mind.” 

“ Thank you! ” Bree followed you. “ I should have guessed it. You have always had a sweet tooth, dear. It was a matter of time until you would be talking of the local desserts.” 

“ I plan to go back to Argentina someday and see the snowy mountains in the south of the country. People have told me that in Bariloche they have amazing chocolate and I know I’m going to lose it.” 

Your friend was sharing a few chuckles with you, but Logan managed to ruin the moment for you once more. 

“ Thanks, (y/n), but I think Junior will not be able to try this. I can’t tell for sure, but that looks like the kind of heavy calories that his competition diet doesn’t allow.” 

Your inside was burning from rage, keeping a fake smile was progressively harder. Even when that was tecnically true, a fucking teaspoon of that caramel spread wouldn’t do the kid any harm but that dick had to restrict him as an act of power. 

“ Mate has no calories, it’s just warm water on some herbs. Can he try that? “ The acid comeback came out of you before you could control yourself because you were about to explode. 

Andy knew what you were going through, he shared your frustration and he impressed you by saving you from that uncomfortable situation. 

“I’m really interested in that weird doll you told us you found at that flea market. Can I see it? You said you liked it because it was a horror movie doll kind of hideous and that sounds like my thing.” 

It was an improvised request, he had no idea of what he was doing but he wanted to get you out from there before the tension could escalate and any talk regarding dolls was a fact that his memory would fixate on enough to make a quick excuse. He knew that it would bring no questioning because it served the purpose Logan had settled for the encounter. 

As soon as you were far away from any listeners, he made you feel safe enough to vent your anger out. 

“ FUCK! I hate his guts… How can you be friends with that piece of shit?” 

" Glad to see you realized I don't share his viewpoints on parenting.. or anything in general." He confessed to you. " I have many guns and a military background. I am aware of the impression that it causes on most people, but I am not the kind of guy who supports or condones that. The kind of discipline that looks like abuse is actually abuse. " 

Andy kept surprising you for all the reasons his so-called friend wouldn't imagine. 

" Why are you here, if it's not for him?" 

" I'm not friends with him anymore, but he doesn't know that and he doesn't have to because my actual friend in this house is Junior. " He simply stated. " I'm holding on to the bond with Logan because of him, I lost any true respect for him years ago. The same can be said about Lucas, but someone has to be there for Jake and I am happy to be that person. Whenever my times allow me to travel back here I check on the boys, make sure they are alright. It is really important to me, I care about them even when I wouldn't want to keep seeing their fathers." 

Finding someone who partially shared your frustrations was so relieving.

" My goodness, that is wonderful! I'm so sorry, Andy. Part of me was doubtful about you because of absolutely shallow reasons... It's the very manly lumberjack, bear hunter like thing you have always had going on." 

It was a teasing description of something you actually found attractive. The combination of his shyness giving him a sweet charm and his masculine aesthetic was an interesting mix. 

Getting the certainty that behind that rough look there was a really sweet guy worried for the wellbeing of Junior was fascinating to you. 

" Don't worry, it has happened before and I really can't blame people for their guesses. '' Andy calmed you, then proceeded into a deeper confession. " My father passed away when I was very little and someone took advantage of that gap in my life. That man got inside my home, he told me he was my friend and for a time i believed that. It was bullshit, all he wanted was to control me and he destroyed my life. Charles is the reason why I went to the military school and even there he didn't let me be." 

You thought he was talking of an abusive stepfather pushing the military career on him in the same way Logan was pushing his goals on Junior. 

" You are nothing like him despite what he did with you and that's something of your own achievement you must celebrate. " You attempted to comfort him. " You are a wonderful guy, Andy. What you are doing for the kids is something that not many men would. My bond with Bree kept me here even from before Junior was born, but you are pretending to be friends with two men you dislike just to protect their children. " 

" Many years ago, when I lived here in Hackensack, I was looking for answers. Perhaps I was also looking for him, my abuser used to be from here and I wondered if he ever felt homesickness. All I found were more abused children, kids who need the support of an adult friend really being there for them like their fathers will never be. I guess I wanted to be that adult because I was afraid that, if it wasn't me, someone like Charles would. I don't regret it, even after moving out of town I still keep in contact because I want to keep an eye on them. Remain in their lives, know how things are going and if they need my help. " 

You hugged him and he could tell that it wasn't pitty. There was a warm feeling in your approach, it felt like a call for intimacy and you were so close that he was smelling your perfume. 

" You are so sweet, it's unbelievable. " You purred a compliment. "I am finally getting to know you for real and I am frankly amazed."

" Muchas gracias. Tu siempre me has parecido una mujer muy dulce. " He answered, the softness in his voice making you melt a bit as he was calling you a sweet woman. Admitting he had always thought that of you, making you wonder what more he kept saved. 

You were staring at each other and the tension was unbearable. It was even more intense than that time at the birthday party when your doubts about him helped you keep your sanity. 

Trying to come up with an excuse to cool things down, you picked one of the jars in your travel baggage. 

" Dulce de Leche?" You innocently offered him a try. " I only have a plastic spoon from the plane flight, but that should work just fine." 

Andy saw you struggling to get the jar opened, then kindly asked for gestural permission to do that himself. It was a classical act of service from a traditionally masculine man, almost a cliche, yet you found it adorable.

At that point, you were putting out a fire with gasoline. He allowed you to spoon feed him the first try and your eyes were on him the whole time. The sticky consistency made him lick his lips and you had to bite yours to avoid releasing a gasp to the visual. 

" Was it good?" 

" Excellent. " He confirmed for you, the heat of the moment giving him some unusual courage. " Do you want to get a taste?" 

You kissed him without hesitation. Hungrily, yet sweetly, his hands got to your hips as you caressed his hair with one hand. Only realizing what you had done while you were gasping for air, you knew then that there was no turning back from there. 

" The lumberjack thing really works for you, It's very sexy. " 

He smiled at the confession. 

" I have to say I haven't been kissed like that in a very long time, hermosa. " 

He called you beautiful in spanish and it really got you. 

" Don't do that! Not here. " You complained with frustration. " We have to go back to pretend for that horrible man and you can't distract me with your spanish accent. " 

He chuckled against your lips. 

" We are going to have to do something about this, don't you think?" 

" Absolutely, but it will have to wait. "

He agreed, but kissed you one last time anyways.

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