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samandcolbyownme · 6 months

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Summary: Reader accepts Zach's invitation about coming onto the podcast, despite going through a hard time.

Warnings: there won't be smut in this (I can always do a part 2), but there will sexual innuendos and other things that make it feel like it belongs in this book, kinda sad beginning, swearing, joking around, reader is good friends with Zach and Jared, reader feeling sad/down, long distance relationship? possible angst?

I will be using some actual dialogue from their videos, but most of it will be from me.

Word count: 6.3k | not edited

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It's been a few weeks since you and Sam sat down and had a long discussion about your relationship.

You both agreed that it was best you "cut things off'' until things start to settle down - but you both didn't know when that was going to happen.

No matter how hard you tried, your schedules were always packed. You were flying to one state on the other side of the county.

Sam was flying to the opposite.

It didn't really make sense, because things really didn't change romantically, you still said I love you. You still FaceTimed when you could.

It's just, everything was always over the phone.

Through texts, phone calls, pictures.

You haven't seen each other since the night Sam left with Colby to do their overseas haunted tour thing that they've been planning for months.

That was three weeks ago, and it's killing you - both.

You both agreed that you need to give both of your lives all you got, and that's where it made sense. Putting your careers first, getting ahead so you have time to plan out the future together.

You hated it. Absolutely despised it, but you truly believed that if your love was real, and you truly believed it was..

It will always contain the habit of coming back.

You hugged Sam tight, not wanting to let him go. His arms stayed around you, chin rested on your head as he basked in the last moments you had together before he had to fly to Romania.

Then to Spain.

Then Ireland.

It was going to be non stop.

"Hey." Sam whispers, "I love you." You sniffle, mumbling into his chest, "I love you." He slides an arm over your shoulder, tilting your tear soaked face up to look at him.

He smiles slightly, biting his lip to hold back his own tears, "I don't care how complicated things gets. I still want you."

You nod, "Always your girl."

He kisses your forehead, "Always my girl."

You can tell he nods, meaning Colby has signaled him, and you let out a sigh, "Let me know when you land."

"You know I'll update you any chance I get." He pulls you into a hug, squeezing tight, "I love you. I love you so much."

You try your hardest not to cry, but you can't help it and sob into his chest, "I love you."

He cups your cheek, kissing you deeply before leaning back, "I don't want to, but I gotta go."

"Go." You smile, "But don't have too much fun." You laugh slightly before it quickly turns into crying again and you fight it, "I'm sorry."

He shakes his head, "Never be sorry." He kisses you one last time, "Wait for me."

You nod, turning around to see Colby standing behind you, "Safe travels." You reach up, wrapping your arms around Colby's neck and he hugs you tight, "It'll be okay."

You nod, leaning back, "I know." You wipe your face, watching as Sam and Colby walk towards the gate.

Sam smiles slightly, giving you one last wave before he walks through.

Once he's out of your sight, you cover your face, absolutely breaking down and you didn't care that it was in the middle of the airport.

Your friend walks up, wrapping her arms around you, "You guys are inevitable."

"I have to go in like ten minutes, we're getting ready to head to our next place." Sam says from the other end of the phone.

You pout totally forgetting about the time difference, "Okay."

"Hey " Sam tilts his head, "Don't do that."

"I'm not doing anything. I've mastered waiting until we hang up." You laugh and he sighs, "Girl. You're going to kill me."

"If I was going to do that, I would have done it before you left."

You've been coping with jokes and humor. You were still absolutely dying inside with not being able to lay with him. Kiss him. Hug him.

It was still eating away at you, but, as said, you've just mastered it with humor.

"Part of me wishes you did." Sam mumbles with a laugh, "This is hell."

You sigh quietly, sitting up as you rest your chin in the palm of your hand, "I know." You smile as you think about what your friend said, "But just remember that we're inevitable."

"Damn right." Sam smiles and you hear Colby yell at him, "Alright, enough with the phone sex. The car's here."

You laugh as you watch Sam's mouth drop and he pans his phone over his fully clothed in layers body, "Does it look like I have my d-"

"I don't need to know what nasty shit you guys are in to." Colby laughs and you sigh, "Alright. I love you."

You see the phone get ripped out of Sam's hand and Colby's face appears suuuper close to the camera, "I love you, too."

You shake your head, laughing, "oh my god."

Sam gets his phone back and he smiles, "Talk later?"

You nod, "You know it. Be safe. Good luck!"

Sam smiles, "Yes ma'am." He salutes you, "Alright, I love you." You smile, "I love you."

The call ends and you feel that sudden rush of, once gated, emotions hit you all at once. You fall into the bed, specifically on Sam's side and take a deep shaky breath, "Fuck."

You lay a pillow over your face and lay there for a second, taking yourself down from crying.

Your phone dings and you hesitate for a second before you toss the pillow next to you and search for your phone.

A laugh leaves your lips as you see a message from your friend, Zach Justice, Hey sweet cheeks. Come on the podcast.

You click on it, typing out, oh now you want me to come on?

You take a screenshot and send it to Sam. You stare up at the ceiling as you wait for a response from either one, trying to convince yourself that what you're going through, is going to benefit your future with Sam.

Together.

You bring your phone up, rolling your eyes at Zach's response, Not so much me, but the people in the comments. Your name is infesting every video I post.

Infesting? That's a.. weird way of putting it lol. I'll see if I can squeeze you in to fit in my busy, busy schedule.

Your friendship with Zach has always been playful banter, ever since you met, but he's always there for you.

You haven't said anything to him, or Jared, about your current situation with Sam, but you know that just going on the podcast would definitely help you get through this easier.

You bring your phone back up and laugh as what Zach had to say, So kind of you to consider hanging out with me.

You laugh, I know, I can be sooo nice. I'll come if you buy me a plane ticket.

And pick me up from the airport, with donuts.

You see the message change from delivered to read and his face pops up on your screen. You take a deep breath and hit answer, "You couldn't have just texted me?"

"Donuts you say? You must be really going through it."

You laugh, "You have no idea."

"Does this have anything to do with Sam?" He raises his brows when you don't answer him and he hums, "Thought so."

"We're.. together but we're not together? If that makes any kind of sense. I don't know. We both agreed that our schedules are too much for us to be labeled as a couple right now, so we just, agreed to put more focus on the business of our lives?" You shake your head, "I'm just.. feeling a lot."

"Yeah, you're totally coming on the podcast." He laughs, "I'll get your plane ticket." You can tell he's focused on something else and you laugh, "I was joking. I can get my-"

"Done."

"Zach." You laugh, "I don't even know when I'm free."

"Well, you better be free next Thursday." He smiles, giving you a wink, "See you then."

"Don't.. wink at me. That's weird."

"Ugh" he groans dramatically, "Sorry." He smiles, "See you next Thursday, I'll send you the deats." He winks and hangs up before you can yell at him again.

You see a message from Sam and your attention shifts as you read what he says, You should definitely do it, babe. I think it would be good for you.

You tap the screen, Zach really didn't give me a choice. He bought my plan ticket for me already so now I have to move stuff around, but I agree.

Your eyes move up to the time, groaning lowly as you realize just how late it is. You remembered you have a meeting for a brand deal within the next four hours, so you reach over, turning off your lights so you can try and get at least a little bit of sleep.

Why'd he have to get such an early flight, you think as you zip your suitcase closed. You lift it off the bed and set it upright on the floor before replacing the spot on the bed with your body.

The last two days, Sam and Colby have been camping in a place they don't have service, so you haven't talked to him.

Your phone dings and you lift in hopes that it's Sam, but it's Zach, On your way to the airport?

You laugh quietly, You act like you're exited to see me or something, but soon. Waiting on my friend to get here to take me.

Your friend texts you, letting you know that she's there and you get a move on, pulling the handle from your case and wheeling it behind you as you walk out to the living room.

She comes in, "You ready?"

You look over at her, "Yeah I just have to grab my headphones, they've been charging." She nods, "You doing okay?"

You shrug, "I mean, yeah. For the most part." You laugh slightly, "As good as I can be."

"Where did he say they were camping again?" She crosses her arms and you look at her, "Some.. demonic forest? I have no idea. If I don't hear from him by tomorrow I'm sending a search and rescue team."

She laughs, "No I don't blame you." She walks over, grabbing the handle of your bag as you stuff your headphones into your carry on, "I know how Zach is, and he's a jokester.. are you going to be alright?"

You nod, "I talked to Zach about everything last week, I told him that joking is my way to cope, so I gave him the green light."

"I can't wait for this to come out. I just know it's going to be better than the others." She laughs and you nod, "Oh you know it."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Walking into the airport was almost like you were reliving that day with Sam all over again. Luckily, you had to go to a different gate in a different part of the building, which really made it a lot easier in the long run.

"Well. I'll see ya in a day or two." You lean in, hugging your friend, "Thank you."

She squeezes you, "Don't need to thank me. Have a good flight."

You nod, "I'll try. I'll text you when I land."

You turn, walking up to the lady to hand her your ticket. She smiles, "Hi, y/n. I have to tell you, my daughter is a huge fan of yours."

"Awe." You smile, "You'll have to tell her I said thank you.

The lady nods, "I will." She smiles, "Safe travels, y/n."

You smile and walk in, turning back to wave to your friend before boarding the plane.

You sit down in your seat, checking your phone to see if Sam texted - but no message. You sigh, unfolding your headphones and slipping them over your ears.

You've been on enough planes to know the routine.

After pressing play for your music to play, you send a quick text to Zach, letting him know that you boarded and should be there in about two to three hours.

Your flight feels longer than it should be. It felt like time was dragging by as slow as it could possibly go.

But once you land and are able to exit, you practically bolt to the baggage claim.

I got my bags, where are you?

You look around, waiting to either see Zach or hear back from him.

Moments later, he texts, Standing in front of the Starbucks. Someone didn't send me their gate number so I figured I'd treat myself to cheer myself up.

You laugh, grabbing your bag as you type with your thumb, you're ridiculous, did you at least get me one?

Zach replies, No why would I do that?

You roll your eyes and walk to the Starbucks, smiling as you see him holding two coffees, "You did in fact do that."

He turns, smiling as he opens his arms to hug you, "Yeah yeah, don't ruin it."

You step back, taking the coffee he hands you, "Ready?" He nods, "right this way, sweet cheeks."

"You just going to keep coming up with new nicknames each time you talk to me?" You laugh and he stares at you, "Um, yeah. That's what I've been doing? Right?"

You roll your eyes, "What are you going to do when you run out of nicknames? Recycle the old ones."

He laughs, "Boy are you funny. Listen here." He stops pointing to his head and you tilt your head as you watch him tap his temple, "This baby can go for miles. Don't ever underestimate me."

You hold your hand up in defense, "Message received, sweet cheeks."

He gives you a look, trying not to laugh and he sighs, "Not cool." He laughs, turning to lead you to his car.

The ride to the house was filled with small talk, mainly catching up and what not since it's been over a year since you've seen him last.

Once there, you're greeted by Jared and Alyssa with hugs.

"How was the flight?" Jared asks and you shrug with a laugh, "Long."

"Did you do your hair recently? It's so pretty." Alyssa plays with a stand and you nod, "Yeah I went after a meeting last week. I figured I needed a change or something."

"You know, I think I seen it on Instagram." She laughs and Zach rolls his eyes, "girl talk, yuck. I'm not doing this." He walks over to sit down and puts his headphones on.

He motions to the empty chair, "Are we doing this?"

"I still don't have a choice do I?" You laugh and Zach sighs, "Now you're finally getting it."

You set your stuff down, walking over to sit on the red seat. You put your headphones on and look around as Jared and Alyssa get settled in.

"We good?" Zach asks and looks at everyone, and you all nod.

"What's up guys. Welcome to one ninety six of Dropouts." Zach starts in a loud, cheery sing songy tone, "Were here with the guest you've all been waiting for..."

Jared gives Zach a drum roll and Zach looks at you, "Miss Y/n y/l/n."

"Hi everybody." You smile, "Just to let everyone know, Zach didn't give me a choice to do this, so everyone should go flood his comments-"

"No, cut that out. We're cutting that out." Zach tries not to laugh, "Listen. It only took how long for you to finally get here?"

"She's a very busy girl, Zach." Jared laughs, "Speaking of.. Did I, or did I not, see that you're going to be on the next cover of vogue?"

"You guys heard about that?" You smile and look at Alyssa and she claps for you, "Powerful woman."

You smile and look at Zach, "Jealous?"

Zach raises his brows, "That I'm not a woman? Please. I don't need anymore problems." He takes a deep breath, "Anyway. Besides that, I want to ask you a very serious question."

You time your head, "That could be anything.."

Zach fights back a smirk, "You seen, two or three episodes back that we had.. Sam, and Colby on here, right."

Jared laughs, "Zach, where are you going with this?"

"No where. Well. I mean." He laughs, "Somewhere, but just, wait. We aren't there yet."

"Clearly." You and Alyssa say at the same time and you both laugh.

Zach points between the two of you, "See. This is why I don't like having them both here, they like tag team me and not in the way any man would want to happen, ya feel me?"

You roll your eyes, "Sam and Colby, your question." You laugh when he looks at you and he smirks, "You and Sam.. getting down and dirty yeah?"

You laugh, "If you want to put it that way, I mean. Yeah, but not like.. recently."

"Why's that?" Zach rubs his chin with his fingers and you shrug, "in the words of Jared, she's a very busy girl, Zach."

"Mm, okay." He raises his brows and shakes his head, "Now another question I have for you.. and don't get mad at me for asking this, because if I'm correct, they confirmed this when they were here."

You raise your brows, knowing exactly where this is going, "Mhm."

"Did Sam leave the states to be with Colby officially because, now, this is what I was told, you threatened to turn Colby into a spirit himself?" Zach leans back and you stare at him for a few second before laughing, "Oh my god."

"That's.." Jared laughs, "Who did you hear that from?"

Zach makes a face, "Oh so now you're going to sit there and pretend like that isn't what you told me last night?"

"Whoa, okay. No. Y/n. I didn't-" Jared laughs and Zach cuts in, "Oh, see. He can't deny it. His face is as red as the seats and he's starting to smell because he's so full of it."

"What the fuck." Jared rolls his eyes and you sigh, leaning in towards the mic, "For the record, I have never threatened to turn Colby into a spirit."

"But you aren't denying that they're married?" Zach tilts his head, pointing his finger at you, "But even then, you'd have to ward off Colby because I'm sure his spirit will just attach to Sam."

"No that's little girl spirits." Jared laughs, emphasizing again, "Spirits. We've been over this with them. Please don't take that the wrong way."

"Anyway." Zach shakes his head, "When's the last time you talked to either one of them?"

You sigh, "Oh gosh. This will be day three, but I've already said, if I don't hear from him by the end of today I'm sending in a search and rescue team for their asses."

"Oh gosh, that just.. wow." Zach sighs, "Can I just.. that just brought up something very serious and I need to say it, like right now."

"Or what you'll explode?" Alyssa asks causing you and Jared to laugh. Zach looks over at her, "Can you just shut up for two seconds, I have something important I need to say."

Alyssa raises her hands, fighting back her laughter.

Zach looks at you and he takes a deep breath, "Now this.. might be hard for you to hear, as well for everyone else watching and, or listening.. but.." he looks into the camera, "If you wanna see me go retrieve Sam and Colby from." He pauses and looks at you, "Where are they right now?"

You fight back laughter, "Camping in some demonic forest."

He picks right back up, "Camping in a demonic forest, subscribe to the Patreon, you can see all of that plus stuff that's already happened."

"You're.. insufferable." Jared shakes his head as he looks down and Zach just shrugs, "People like them. And if they know that I'm willing to help them, they'll like me, too. Okay. Moving on."

"So you literally got in today? Like your flight." Zach asks and you just stare at him. He cracks a smile, "What?"

"You're literally the one who picked her up from the airport, Zach." Jared laughs and you gasp, "Oh, and he brought me donuts like I said to last week and a coffee at the airport while he was waiting for me."

"Hey hey hey." Zach says quickly, "Don't be telling everyone lies. You know I spit in your coffee before I gave it to you."

"That's atrocious, Dude. What the fuck." Jared closes his eyes and shakes his head. You stare at Zach, "No you didn't." Zach shrugs, "The world may never know."

"I don't know if I believe him, because I can totally see him doing that, just like to fuck with someone close to him." You laugh, "Oh god, I drank all of that, too. Did you really do that?"

Zach sighs, nodding his head as he speaks, "No, I didn't."

"See!" You point to him laughing, "You're a child."

Zach laughs, "Yeah and you're the queen of England." He pretends like he's using a gavel, "Case closed. So. Back to Sam and Colby.. Since you're so close with them, like have you gone on any investigations with them?"

"I used to. Like right before my channel took off, I would go with them maybe twice a month?" You answer and Zach nods, "Is that why your channel blew up?"

You can tell he's asking something that does relate to being touched or spoken to by a ghost, "Are you-"

"Yes." Zach cuts you off and you laugh, "No. I didn't sell my soul. I'm pretty sure it's still there, I mean I don't know how to check but."

Zach reaches over and feels your wrist, "Still there."

"Zach." Jared bursts out laughing, "that's her pulse man, not her soul."

Zach shrugs, "You never know. She may have turned into some sort of succubus demon thing that doesn't have a pulse but she has one. She's good."

You roll your eyes and you can feel your phone vibrating in the pocket of your sweatpants, "I'm getting a call."

"That the devil calling, he wants to return your souls." Zach says and you laugh, "That was good." You pull your phone out, not even hiding your happiness when you see Sam's name, "It's Sam."

You push your one headphone off your ear and bring your phone up, "hey!"

"We just got to service, are you okay?" Sam asks and you keep smiling, "Yeah I'm actually doing the podcast right now."

"Oh fuck, right now? I'm sorry." Sam says and you shake your head, "No, you're fine, how was it?"

You look over at Zach and he wiggles his fingers, "Put him on speaker." You hold up one finger and continue to listen to Sam speak, "I'll have to FaceTime you later and show you. It was pretty nuts."

"Oh god, yeah I'm sure. Zach wants me to put you on speaker so I'm going to do that here in a second." You take the phone away and tap the button, "Okay."

"Is y/n a succubus?" Zach asks straight away, obviously catching Sam off guard, "What.. the fuck?" He laughs, "Is she a what?"

"A demon. I mean I checked her pulse and she has one so I think we're good, but I figured I'd check in with the main ghost hunter because you'd know her better than any of us."

"What kind of things are you talking about on the podcast?" Sam laughs and Zach sighs, "I guess you'll just have to wait and see when the video comes out."

"Um.. okay." Sam laughs and you take him off speaker, "You're off speaker, now."

"Yeah so give it to her good, Sammy my boy." Zach yells and you roll your eyes as Sam laughs, "There's something wrong with him."

"Oh I know. But according to him, his brain can go for miles."

"Y/n. What did I say about telling my secrets." Zach shakes his head and you shrug, "Sorry, that must have been the devil taking over."

Zach raises his eyebrows, "Clearly." He nods, "Ask Sam if he got my text, since they now have service and what not."

You relay the message and Sam takes a second to check, "Oh yeah, I got it."

You nod to Zach, "Yeah, he got it." Zach nods, fighting back a smirk, "Cool, cool."

"Why are you acting like that?" Jared asks and Zach tilts his head, "What do you mean?" Jared looks from him to you, "You're being.. more weird than usual."

"I have my meter for weirdness and it sits right here." Zach holds his hand up, "and I haven't gone above that level since... Mm. Let say. Tuesday?"

"What's going on?" Sam asks and you laugh, "Oh Zach and Jared are arguing. Normal stuff, you know."

Sam laughs, "Oh yeah. Typical." You hear him sigh and you know what's about to happen so you cut him off before he can say anything, "Talk later?"

"You know it. I love you." Sam says and you smile, looking down, "I love you."

The call ends and you look up, "Alright."

"Alright, now we can get on with other things." Zach claps his hands together, "Are we still going out after this?"

You raise your brows, "Out?"

Zach furrows his brows and looks from Jared to Alyssa, "Is your guy's stuff acting up?" He motions to his headphones and they both shake their heads no.

"Mines good, why is yours?" Jared asks and Zach shakes his head, "No, I'm just trying to make sure that y/n can hear me alright because out is exactly what I said."

You roll your eyes, "Oh my god. Shut the fuck up."

"I didn't know if you could hear me okay or not, was just double checking, jeeze. No need to be so aggressive." Zach tries not to laugh and you shake your head, knowing that no matter how much you try and talk yourself out of it, you'll still be going out.

So you just sit back and accept your fate.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Almost two hours later, the podcast comes to a close and you set your headphones down on the bench, "Is it just me, or did that podcast feel like it went longer than normal?"

You look between Zach, Jared, and Alyssa.

"I don't think it felt any different." Jared shakes his head and shrugs. Alyssa nods, "I think it went over just a little bit, but not much."

You nod and Zach stands up, "That jet lag must be really doing a number on you."

You shrug, "I don't know, but are we at least getting dinner because I haven't eaten since this morning."

"You are such a cry baby. Let's go." Zach laughs as he walks away and you scoff, following him out the door.

You all pile into the car and start driving to the restaurant, "So where was Tara?" You ask leaning forward, "I texted her but I haven't gotten any answer from her."

"She's like, really sick." Zach says, "I called her this morning and it sounded like she swallowed her phone."

"Oh god, if she sounds that bad then she's probably sleeping it off." You lean back, looking down at your phone, "So what did you and Sam talk about?"

You look up at Zach and he looks back at you in the rear view, "When did your name change to Nelly because you're awfully nosey."

You laugh, "Fine then don't tell me. I'm sure he'll tell me anyway."

"Yeah, he probably will." Zach turns into the parking lot and you roll your eyes, accepting that reverse psychology doesn't work on him.

As you get out, you check your phone. You let out a sigh and slip it into your pocket before closing the door.

"I don't know much about the situation.." Alyssa says as she walks over to you, ".. but I know that you and Sam are major endgame if you ask me."

You smile, "Thanks. I just.. we talked about putting pause on our relationship and it's just so hard because the only thing that really changed was us making time for each other. I mean, it didn't really happen much lately anyway, but the fact that we just cut it all out in one shot.." you sigh, "I hate it."

She nods, "I'm sure it's rough, but you both have great careers, and I promise that it'll work out in the end. It might not seem like it now, but it will."

"Thank you." You take a deep breath, "I actually needed that."

She smiles and rubs your back, "Come on, Zach is probably in there bitching."

You laugh and roll your eyes, "Probably."

You walk into the restaurant, making your way to the table that Jared and Zach are sitting at and Zach looks up, "So they didn't get kidnapped."

"You can't get rid of us that easily." You laugh as you sit down, "So what's good here?" You look over at Alyssa and she explains some of her favorite dishes.

Throughout dinner, you caught yourself checking your phone and your sadness grew each time you seen zero notifications from Sam.

At this point, you wanted to go to a hotel and just sleep off your day.

But that wasn't happening.

"Why do you look more miserable than normal?" Zach asks and you look up at him, laughing slightly, "I'm just.. getting really tired."

Wasn't a full lie.

"Uh huh. Well you better wake up, because where we're going next will get your mind off, being tired." He tilts his head and you roll your eyes, "I hate that you know me."

"You secretly love it. Now come on." He stands up, along with you and everyone else and you make your way out to the car.

You're quiet for the most part, except for when they force you to join in on conversation.

"When did you hear about Vogue?" Alyssa asks and you can't help but smirk, "I found out a few days ago. I kind of just waited, kept it to myself. It really didn't hit until Jared asked me about it."

"So wait, the post that they made with your picture titled the next face of vogue didn't make it set in?" Jared asks and you shrug, "honestly, no."

You laugh and sigh, "How much longer?"

"We're here." Zach replies and you nod, looking out the window at the building, "So is this like a bar scene? I'm not dressed for that." You joke and Alyssa laughs, "You look fine, trust me. Your sweats were the way to go."

"I am super comfortable." You laugh as you get out, not even bothering to check your phone.

You follow them in, handing the bouncer your ID, letting him check it before making your way in.

The music is loud and it's filled with a few faces that you've met before, not anyone you're really willing to sit down and have a conversation with, though.

You walk up to the bar, ordering your drink as Alyssa does the same.

"So don't.." she laughs, "Don't tell Zach I told you this, I mean, he'd kill me if he knew you knew this.." she pauses and you nod, smiling, "secret is safe with me."

She leans in, "Zach is actually worried about you. He's afraid that you're working yourself too much and now he's worried that this whole Sam situation will break you."

You're actually kind of surprised, but at the same time, you're not, "I kind of thought that when he called me that night instead of just texting me.. but I'm actually really happy to hear that from someone who's close to him each day."

You take your drink, laying down your money, "keep the change."

Alyssa does the same and looks to you, "Just let him think that he's doing something you don't know about. I don't want him firing me."

"I won't let that happen." You laugh, "Thank you."

She nods and you walk back towards Zach and Jared. Right as you walk up, Zach stands up and walks way, phone pressed to his ear and he doesn't say a word.

You furrow your brows and point to him, "What was that all about?"

Jared sighs, "Last minute cancellation for the podcast. He's not taking it good."

"Oh gosh, who was it?" You sit down and Jared looks to Alyssa before he leans in, "Don't say anything, but it was the triplets."

"Chris, Nick, and Matt?" You raise your brows, "Why'd they cancel?"

Jared shrugs, "No idea, that's what Zach is trying to figure out." You pout, "oh gosh, I have Chris' number. I can text him and see-"

"Alright. We're good to go." Zach comes back and sits down. You look over at him, "So the triplets are coming on? They're not canceling?"

He looks between Jared and Alyssa before tilting his head, "You're not supposed to know.. so just.." he lowers his hand in reference to you lowering your voice and you nod, "Ahh." You lower your voice, "Gotcha."

You sip your drink and pull your phone from your pocket as you feel it vibrate, "Oh. It's Tara."

"What did she say?" Zach says and you read over her text, "Sorry I couldn't make it to the podcast. I was super sick this morning. I just now woke up, but I'm feeling a lot better, are you still in town? Would love to meet up with you before you leave again."

"What's the name of this place? I'm going to text her where I'm at." You look up and Jared tells you the name before you shoot her back a text.

"She said she'll be here in an hour." You put your phone back in your pocket and look down at your empty glass, "I'll be right back."

You get up, walking up to the bar to get another drink.

"Are you okay?" Zach asks and you look over at him, "Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?" He shrugs, "I'm just.. asking. Jeeze. Can't a guy just ask a girl if she's okay?"

You fight back a smirk, knowing that he really cares, "Yes, Zach. I'm fine, and you.. and Alyssa and Jared have all helped me get through the day without crying."

"Good, because I really don't think I could handle you crying.." Zach laughs slightly, "Tara said she'll be here in an hour?"

You nod, "Yeah, she has to get ready first, I guess."

He nods, "Of course she does."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Mm." You set your glass down, "Tara's here."

"She is?" Jared asks shocked and you look at him funny, "That's what I just said, isn't it?"

Jared tilts his head, "You've been around Zach for too long." He laughs and stands up, "I'll go get her."

"No I will. I haven't seen her in so long." You stand up, but the three follow you out anyway. You glance behind you, laughing slightly as you shake your head.

You make your way to the door and look around, "Where is she?"

You get a text from Tara, Patio, sorry I saw someone else I haven't seen in a while.

You look at Zach, "She's on the patio."

"To the patio we go." He points, leading you down the side of the building. You round the corner, seeing Tara standing there with a huge smile, "Ahh!" She yells as she runs towards you, "I've missed you!"

"Hey!" You yell and hug her, "I've missed you!" You lean back, "You look so good!"

"Same for you miss cover of vogue!" She pushes your shoulder, "How fucking amazing is that?!"

You nod, "Pretty amazing."

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you think it's just Zach pulling you away to pick on Tara, but when you turn, your heart falls into your stomach, "No fu-fucking way."

Sam is standing there, a huge smile on his face, "I couldn't go without seeing you anymore." He pulls you in for a hug, face buried into your neck and the tears you've been holding in all damn day are finally let loose.

"Hey. Hey, hey." He lays a hand on your head, shushing you quietly, "It's okay." He turns his head, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "I'm here."

You're glued to him. You want to let go so you can lean back and look at him but your body just wants to hold him.

"I'm taking time off. I'm traveling with you. I want to be with you." Sam whispers and you lean your head back, just enough to look at him, "Really?"

He nods, "Really. You're more important than anything in the world. We're making this work. I'm going to make it work."

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The end feels kind of rushed, and I promised you guys this yesterday, but I've been battling a migraine attack non stop for the last four days, so I just wanted to get something out.

A part 2 (with smut) is definitely in the brain for this, you know when I can get it to stop working against me.

But as always, let me know how you liked it. Thanks for reading. I love you all! 🖤

likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

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xxkissesforchanniexx · 6 months

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Can I ask for anyone comforting their s/o? Maybe their s/o is just having a bad day and when they come home, their partner is sitting in the living room crying? I literally just need a hug right now and a comfort fic

Aw I hope things get better. It'll be okay I promise. It's a little rushed, I'll write you a better one soon ;-; I hope it helps.

I'm Right Here

Pairing: Chanx reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: None

Maybe it was the fact that he'd been so busy, maybe coming home late to you already sleeping and waking up to you already gone was why he hadn't seen. He smiled at the thought of surprising you, coming home early, but as he opened the door to your shared home, he felt something wasn't right.

"Baby?" he put his stuff down and started looking around for you. It only took a few steps into the sitting room to see you, seated on the couch, face in your hands. He didn't say anything, just sat and hugged you. His heart ached as your body began to shake with soft sobs.

He stroked your hair and whispered softly, "I'm sorry."

You shook your head as if to say it wasn't his fault. "I had a bad day.."

He kissed your hairline gently and when you stopped crying he took you to your shared room and set you on the bed gently, getting your favorite show playing on the laptop before leaving you for a moment to call to order your favorite food.

When he returned he got into bed beside you and kissed you gently, "It's okay. I'm right here. Tomorrow's gonna be better right?"

You nodded and relaxed against him.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked rubbing your shoulder.

"No."

"Alright." he said kissing your head gently. "Tell me when you're ready."

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junnieverse · 1 year

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— TAEHYUN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ! 💭

➙ boyfriend taehyun thoughts

pairings: kang taehyun x gn!reader

genre: fluff

request: " Hello <3. Kang Taehyun as boyfriend ? Don't overwork yourself pls "

warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread

a/n: hi anon, thanks for this request and cute message, make sure you follow it too. this got much longer than I intended but we all need some tae in our lives, what an angel <3

he would be such a dreamy boyfriend

but then again this just may be me projecting but who wouldn't be completely smitten over taehyun

he's smart, funny, kind, talented, stunning and the best of all, he can cook!

definitely the type of boyfriend to prefer stay in dates because he wants to cook for and/or with you

gatekeeps how he does his magic tricks but he shows you a few of the easy ones he knows

all of his FULLY shirtless pictures he takes go straight to you and then he crops them to post for fans (sobs hysterically)

taehyun remembers every little thing and detail about you that you've told him, he's like a (y/n)-pedia, sometimes he even remembers things that you forgot

massages

just thinking about it has me screaming into a pillow swinging my feet

taehyun will give you a massage whenever and wherever you need one

was slouching the entire day studying? he's going to massage your back and shoulders

had to walk in heels the entire day? not only will he carry sneakers or flat shoes for you but he will also give you a piggy back ride and then massage the tension away in your feet

where do I order my own kang taehyun?

not overly affectionate in the sense of giving especially in public but he loves receiving it from you

hug him, cuddle with him, kiss him all over, doesn't admit it much but he loves it

if he's not holding your hand then his arm is around your waist

he loves head scratches :((

so whenever he sees you relaxing he'll join you and lay his head on your lap and your hand automatically plays with his hair

definition of 'ask and you shall receive'

if you ever so mention something you've been wanting or you thought it looked cute, best believe he is going to get it for you even if you didn't actively ask for it

tyun is very much dominant and a provider sort of man in my opinion, in that aspect of wanting to take care of you and get you whatever you want

all he wants in return is your love, he will do everything else to shower you with his love in every way that he can

he almost never actually gets mad at you

he does that cute little thing where he puffs out his chest and has his hands on his waist and playfully scolds you acting all serious

because you find it so cute, you end up laughing and he breaks character

but in the rare cases where he is upset or you both do fight, he is definitely the type to talk it out because neither of you can go to sleep angry

if you do try to leave angry at him and tell him you're sleeping on the couch, well best believe he will sleep on that couch with you

if you both have similar music tastes then there's definitely multiple shared playlists you have and you always recommend new songs the other should listen to

girlfriend privileges are real

let's you win during play fights and when you catch on he lies claiming you won fair and square so you get bragging rights that you're stronger than him

oh new txt album and songs coming out? you've heard them even before they were released

he will carry your shopping bags, all you have to do is buy whatever you want to your heart's content and he will carry everything and pay for it too

he always goes out his way to show his love to you with big and small gestures but he brushes it off like it's nothing

bf who listens and maybe the s/o who talks alot trope?

genuinely such a great listener and support system

he makes sure to listen to all your vents or just be a shoulder to cry on when you're feeling down

quite sentimental with the gifts he picks out for you so it'll often times be something that holds a certain memory or it just reminds him of you

"Just saw this and picked it up along the way." he would say as if it were nothing special

despite seeming tough around everyone else, that is your squishy marshmallow

tyun gets so soft around you

his favourite way of kissing you would be cupping your face in his hands before he leans in to kiss you

the most obvious one, the best girlfriend privilege of dating kang taehyun, he sings to you all the time

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cosmal · 2 years

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"my favorite trope is when someone believes they’re hard to love and someone who loves them like it’s breathing" this as a prompt with james im begging

overwhelmed

summary you think james is tired of you.

content james potter. x fem!reader, angst.

You wait for James outside the pub and try not to cry. You'd rather do it when he gets back. You'd rather not cry at all but it'll be easier with him. You'll only upset him and you don't want to. But the thought of not crying now seems impossible.

You hear the bell over the door ring and feel entirely relieved when you see him coming down the stairs. He finds you almost immediately and the first tear falls as he wraps you up in his arms.

You think it might be worse because you hadn't told him you were upset. That you must've said or done something inside to let him know how you'd felt.

He smooths a hand over your head and whispers something you can't discern. You let a sob free and then hear a, "It's okay, sweetheart. I got you."

The tears only worsen and you don't want them to. You feel embarrassed for making him leave and worse for crying outside into his pretty dress shirt. "I'm sorry," you manage to say. Voice sticky with hot tears.

"Don't," he says with a firmness you appreciate. He kisses and kisses into your hairline until you feel dizzy with his affection. You pull back to make sure you don't dirty his shirt with snot and catch his upset face. "Don't be sorry, it's okay."

"It's not." You steal a hand from between your bodies and wipe your nose with the back of it. "I've ruined your night and I'm really sorry. Really, James."

James had been having a lovely night. He'd been in his element, laughing about stupid things with his friends. He'd chatted everyone's ear off for almost an hour before you'd decided it was too much. You'd gotten overwhelmed like you usually do. You'd surprised yourself you'd managed to last so long.

You thought you could just tell James you were leaving, he'd understand, you hate outings like this - much the opposite to him. He insisted he was coming with you. I'm not letting you catch the tube at 9pm, Y/N.

You're sick of ruining things for him.

"Y/N, sweetheart," he steals your face, warm hands resting over your even warmer cheeks, "it's fine, I promise. You weren't having a good time, I wasn't gonna let you leave by yourself."

You blink slowly and a stray tear rolls over his knuckles. "I should've stayed. I should've just put up with it."

"No, baby. If you're not enjoying yourself you gotta let me know, yeah?' He lets your face go in favour of your shoulders. Firm hands squeezing out the knots in your tensed muscles. He's an awful way of unwinding you. "It's better if you do."

You grasp his elbows and try not to cry again. He moves you away from being so close to the road. "I always," you try to steel yourself, taking in a shuddering breath. "I always ruin things. You're always having a good time and I freak and bail."

"It's okay," he says for the tenth time. You're yet to believe it.

"No, it's gotta be tiring, baby," you sniffle, wiping your face with a cruel hand. "It's hard and I'm sorry." For every It's okay he gives you, you give him and I'm sorry.

He hugs you again and you're sure it's more for himself. You think he's trying not to cry. "It's not hard," he says. Quieter than he's been all night. "It's not hard. Doing things like this for you, aren't hard. Loving you isn't hard."

"It will be eventually," you murmur into his shirt. He squeezes you harder.

"No," he shakes his head and his chin knocks against yours. "never. I'll never get over loving you, yeah?"

You tuck your face into his neck and kiss the skin there. Gently, to show the outrageous amount of love and appreciation you have for him. You squeeze as hard as you think you should. You hear his breathing skip. "I'll never get over loving you either, Jamie."

"I hope not."

By the time you've really calmed down, you've realised where you are again. You peel your sticky face away from his neck, grateful he stood on the pavement waiting for you to relax for so long. You're sure his arms hurt from holding you.

"Can we get crepes from the place down the street?" you ask once you think you've evened your breathing.

"You read my mind." He smiles.

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violetszone · 2 years

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You Need To Be Calm

Charles x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: It's been 3 months since you married Charles and you didn't expect to get pregnant, you were very upset when you explained to him, but he was there. Again, there was another surprise you didn't expect. You learned that you were going to have twin babies, this time you were both in shock. Lorenzo and Pascale were doing their best to bring you back to yourself. You finally got through and had a gender reveal party (slightly different, of course)

WARNINGS: unplanned pregnancy, little angst,fluff, sweet hubby charles,google translate French, not edited writing.

5 minutes, you've been staring at your pregnancy test for exactly 5 minutes and you said "no" you said "no, I can't be pregnant" your hands started to tremble from the tension and you were short of breath now was not the time to have a panic attack you put your hand on your stomach, your eyes were tearing.

It had been only 3 months since you and Charles married, your marriage was going great, but you weren't planning to have a baby and the thought of explaining it to Charles was making your stomach turn.Of course, you wanted to have a baby with the man you love, but not now, the thought of killing a living creature with the two of you made your blood run cold.

You were nauseous from stress, you went to the bathroom and vomited, you started crying you weren't ready for something like this and you were scared of Charles' reaction.You kept crying because of stress and panic attacks until the time Charles came home, your eyes were swollen and your nose was red from wiping.

When Charles came home, he couldn't find you. He went into your room and saw you sitting in the bathroom. He was worried and quickly sat across from you and grabbed you by the shoulders."Bébé , are you okay, what's wrong ?, Tell me what's wrong...YN please look at me chéri " You slowly raised your head and looked at Charles, thinking I don't deserve him and a sob escaped your mouth.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled and started to cry Charles looked confused he hugged you after a short time you slipped out of his arms and handed him the test you kept in your hand "I didn't know Charles I just found out this morning, I'm not ready I know you don't want it too I'm sorry" Charles silenced you and asked you to breathe You did as he said and took a deep breath, but your tears did not stop.

Charles gently wiped your tears and kissed your forehead "We may not have planned and we may be afraid but maybe it'll be good for us hm YN. I know you don't think abortion and I don't want that too we can get through this together okay, we'll get it done" you nodded Charles got up and helped you get up too he hugged you when you got up, you were better now.

After a few days you made an appointment and went to the doctor, of course Pascale and Lorenzo were with you because they were your family.After the doctor looked at the baby with ultrasound, he gave you the news that will give you a second shock "Mr. and Mrs. Leclerc you are going to have twins" you both shouted "What" at the same time, the doctor wanted to give you some time while you were wiping your belly, at the same time he took Pascale and Lorenzo into the room and left.

You were staring at the screen in shock, and Charles sat down on the edge of the stretcher you were lying on.You raised your hand and showed the screen but you couldn't speak Pascale approached and held his hand "YN you have to calm down yeah. We didn't really expect this, but you should calm down s'il te plaît " Charles was still looking down Lorenzo put his hand on his shoulder and he looked at Lorenzo "est-ce des jumeaux"(are they twins) he asked his brother again Lorenzo nodded you couldn't really breathe Pascale finally shouted to Charles,"Votre femme ne peut pas respirer, est-ce que quelqu'un peut vous aider, je ne peux pas prendre soin de vous deux en même temps ?" (Your wife can't breathe, can someone help, I can't take care of both of you at the same time? )

You reached for Charles and took his hand, you both had the same shocked expression on your face and you said "Charles I think I'm going to faint", he raised his eyebrows to show you shouldn't do that "If you pass out I will too" Pascale said in a disapproving voice, "Oh Dieu aide-nous" (Oh God help us")

After a few months with the insistence of your friends, you decided to throw a gender reveal party.Okay, you were really excited, you got used to the idea of having twins.Charles adapted faster than you and he was just as excited as you. When the crowd finally gathered in the Fiorano, your friend asked Charles and You for your opinion on the genders of the babies, you said a girl and a boy, while Charles claimed they would both be boys.

Finally, Carlos showed up with his f1 car, he came quickly and started making donuts in an area where the crowd could see, the smoke was blue, of course, it was Charles' idea to have this kind of gender reveal party, it would suit him tho.Charles looked at you excitedly and hugged you and turned you around. You were both very happy. Charles ran to his friends and shouted "J'aurai deux fils"(I will have two sons), you watched him laughing. Everyone came and congratulated you, although you were scared at first, you were happy now.You were ready to be a sweet family of 4.

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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Can you write HC about bill kaulitz dating a fem reader with daddy issues? ( sorry guys, it’s my dads fault ) thank you! 💗🙏

(I've been trying to post this but it souldnt let me 😭)

Seven

And I've Been Meaning To Tell You, I think Your House Is Haunted

"(Name), you have to understand!" Bill tried to reason with you as he followed after you.

"Understand what?! That you think my dad's a bad guy?!" You whipped back around, yelling back like Bill was crazed for even having the thought.

"How is he not?!" Bill exclaimed, yelling as he tried to get his own point of view across to you.

"Because! He's my dad! You don't have a right to say that!" You stated, poking Bill in the chest as you yelled, fed up and wanting to hear none of it.

"Seriously, after everything he's put you through you're gonna defend him! He's not a good dad!" Bill has enough, grabbing your wrist gently not to hurt you but to stop you from poking him.

"Yes, he is!" You denied, tugging back your hand from his as you refused to acknowledge what was in front of you.

"How can you say that?!"

"Because, Bill! He's my dad!" You yelled back, your voice cracking as your eyes filled with tears.

"He's my dad. He- he just gets angry sometimes. It's not his fault, it's mine." You stated, sniffling as a sob broke through and you wiped your tears.

Bill's expression softened as he saw you trying to hug yourself, shelving the argument for now.

Bill took your arms from around yourself, replacing them around his waist as he held the back of your head and hugged you.

"He's not a bad guy…he's my dad. I love my dad…" you mumbled into his shoulder through your tears and sobs, clinging to Bill's shirt.

"I know, I know you do." Bill nodded, kissing the side of your head as he held you.

"He loves me too, right? He has to." You almost begged, looking up at Bill for an answer as you did your best to remain intact and keep the image of how the little kid you used to be looked at her dad.

Your Dad's Always Mad And That Must Be Why

Bill was woken up abruptly, barely past two AM before he sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.

He looked over to the window, the source of the intense tapping. He was about to freak, or yell for them to go away before he paused, seeing your apologetic and sheepish smile in his window.

Bill sighed, giving you a small and reassuring smile as he threw his legs over the bed, his feet hitting the cold floor as he went to open it.

"Sorry…" you mumbled, slipping through as Bill held your hand and helped you.

"It's fine." Bill smiled teasingly, using his hand that held yours to tug you into a hug, knowing you needed it more than him.

He kissed your forehead, feeling the way your fingers idly messed with the fabric of his shirt before he pulled away, watching as you guided yourself to his bed

"What happened now?" Bill asked, sitting on the edge as you slid into the covers. He watched the light happiness you held drain from your eyes, replaced with a frown.

Bill's own frown made its way, he tapped your chin for you to look at him as he saw you look away.

"Your dad?" He asked, hearing your silence and the way you looked away, and knowing his answer now.

Bill sighed, moving to sit next to you, sliding into the comforter himself as he laid down, immediately feeling the weight of your head on his chest as his fingers raked through your hair.

"Same old. He got mad…mama and him argued. I left." You mumbled out, eyes almost closed as you held onto Bill's side like it was your lifeline.

"It's okay." Bill said once more, having to say it more to you than anyone else in his life, but he was okay with that.

"It'll be over as soon as it starts. Don't gotta worry. You can stay with me…" Bill said, feeling you nod against his chest as he looked down to see your tired eyes.

Bill laughed softly, running his nails softly against your back and under your shirt, kissing your head once more as your eyes shut.

He couldn't help but wonder though. What did you do to deserve defending someone even if they didn't deserve it?

And I Think You Should Come Live With Me

"Live with you?" You asked, smiling and almost laughing with the suggestion.

"Why not?" Bill asked, head in your lap as you threaded your fingers through his rarely, gel free hair.

"You know I can't." You mumbled, shaking your head as Bill sighed, using his hand to knit his fingers with yours that was thrown over his stomach.

"You can…you don't need to feel guilty." Bill answered, kissing your knuckles as you frowned, looking away from his eyes as he tried to look into yours.

"My siblings need me and so does my dad…I'm sorry." You ended, sighing as you shook off the tears that almost fought through, wanting nothing more than to just do it.

But you couldn't.

Bill sighed as well, putting the conversation away for the next time as he chose to look up at you from your lap, placing his palm to your cheek as he ran his thumb over your cheek.

You smiled as he did so, and Bill mimicked it.

At least now he had you, right?

And We Can Be Pirates

"I'll save you, (Name)!" An eight year old Bill cried, a fake goatee on his chin along with a made up pirate costume, wielding a plastic sword.

"You won't get through me!" Tom said, fake fighting back his brother onto the ground.

"Noo! I must save them!" Bill cried dramatically, tackled by Tom onto his back as he reached out, you sitting on the grass completely undisturbed.

"I kinda like it here." You shrugged, picking at the flowers.

"That's not the line, (Name)!" Bill and Tom broke character, causing you to roll your eyes before you dramatically put the back of your hand to your forehead.

"Oh, no! Somebody help me!" You cried out in a high pitched voice.

"I will!" Bill tried, only to hear the snap of plastic.

"I think your sword broke..."

"Tom!"

Then You Won't Have To Cry

Bill sat across from you, using his thumb once more to wipe the tears caused by someone who should be wiping them.

Your dad.

"This is so pathetic, I mean, why am I crying?" You laughed at yourself, doing your best to wipe your own tears so as to not show Bill you actually had the ability to cry.

Crying in front of someone was foreign, something you learned to never do unless you wanted something to cry about.

Something you learned from your dad.

"You have a right to cry. Your dad wasn't right in what he said…" Bill reassured, finishing his job as he moved to sit next to you, moving to fiddle with your fingers.

"Well, that's my dad for you." You faked enthusiasm, fake jazz hands and you laughed softly once more, but Bill could hear the sniffles in your tone.

Bill sighed, leaning to kiss the side of your head.

You said nothing more, comforted by the silence.

Bill knew that you meant well, for everyone, at least. Everyone but yourself.

Bill tried to get you to be able to treat yourself better, to be selfish and leave and be with him and actually happy, away from your dad's ways.

But Bill couldn't do it anymore, you wouldn't even accept it.

So Bill would just sit there, a comforting hand and shoulder as he tried to get through.

And Bill would always be there, until he did get through.

Or Hide In The Closet

Bill leaned against the closet door, having snuck in through the open window as he actively ignored the yelling of your parents.

He knocked thrice with his knuckles before softly tapping once, a small little indication it was him.

No words came from inside, but Bill stepped back as he felt the soft knock back, your foot opening one door quickly before it diverted back.

"Hi..." Bill mumbled, a bare smile on his face as he slipped in. You glanced up at him, pressed up against the wall with your knees to your chest.

Bill frowned at your silence, but knowing he wouldn't get much more, he sat next to you. Shoulder to shoulder, back to the wall.

He could only revel in the silence, frowning more so at your sniffles but reveling in the fact you called him, not anyone else.

He also reveled in how you put your head on his shoulder and let him wrap an arm around yours, letting you breath in the cologne you got him.

And just like a corny love song or folk song, the boy sat with the girl for however long she needed.

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dianawinchester03 · 4 months

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Season 2, Episode 2 - Everybody Loves a Clown

Series Masterlist

Y/N's POV

John Winchester is dead.

My father is dead.

We're all now officially orphans.

The boys and I are stood out in the open, in a forest. Infront of a flaming pyre, in flames was their fathers body. John's body. I had no idea what to say to them, how to console. Tears in both me and Sam's eyes as we stare at the burning pyre. Deans face was stoic, emotionless. Almost as blank as mine was when I was watching my father burn.

Tears threatened to escape his ducts. I knew exactly how they were feeling, but I have no idea how to console them. I know when it was me, I wanted no one touching me. Dean was truly the only one I didn't want to push off, still grief ridden with dad and now John gone. Dean just stared at his fathers burning corpse, not daring to move a muscle.

John was like a father to me but Dean adored his father. I gently wrapped my arm around his waist, laying my head on his shoulder. His body was initially stiff before I wrapped my arm around him, he seemed to relax a bit when I laid my head on his shoulder. "Before he— Before he—" Sam tries to get the words out but he couldn't, I give him a sympathetic look, wrapping my arm around his waist now, he takes a deep breath, wiping away his tears.

"Did he say anything to you? About anything?" Sam asks Dean. I look up at Dean to see hesitant look on his face, but he just shakes his head, "No. Nothing." he said simply responds in a deadpan tone. His eyes still trained on the pyre. Sam bites his lips, holding back his sobs.

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Third Person POV

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

One Week Later

Dean is below his car in Bobby's scrapyard, Three Dog Nights by Shambala blurring through the stereo of Baby as he tries somehow to repair her. Him and y/n blew a fuse when they saw what happened to their babies. Y/N broke down even more after seeing her girl so mangled. The last bit she had from her father, demolished.

She's about halfway there when it comes to restoring Quinn back to her original glory but it'll take a whole lotta money and patience. Neither of which y/n had right now. Her knee was somewhat better, surprisingly she didn't take long to heal from the injury but she still had her cast on. Y/N strolls out with a cold beer in one hand and a sandwich with a slice of apple pie she baked herself in another.

"How's the car coming along?" She asks. "Slow" Dean responds plainly. "Yeah? Come on out. I've got something for you" She tells him. Dean pulls himself out from underneath with the board, "Stop it, Y/N" Dean grunts, pulling himself up to go over to the tool trolley. "Stop what?" She feigns confusion. "Stop asking if I need anything. Stop asking if I'm okay. Stop bringing me stuff" He gestures to the sandwich, pie and beer.

Her heart hurts a bit at this. "Dean, you haven't eaten all day" She stresses. "Not hungry. I'm okay, really. I promise" He assures her. She rolls her eyes, knowing he's full of shit. She then rests the food and beer down next to him on the tool trolley. "Alright, Dean. It's just— we've been at Bobby's for a week and you haven't brought up your dad once." She finally points out the obvious.

Dean turns to her, "You know what? You're right. Come here" He beckons her over to him, she then sighs in relief. "I wanna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug. Maybe even slow dance" He says sarcastically with a smile. Her face hardens as he moves back over to the car. "Don't patronize me, Dean. Not right now" She scoffs. "Our dads are dead! The Colt is gone and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this and you're acting like nothing happen" She stresses.

"What do you want me to say?" Dean snaps. "Say something! Alright!" She snaps back frustrated. His gaze snaps over to her, "Hell, say anything. Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out her all day long, buried underneath this damn car!" She argues as Deans face hardens. "Now I get it, you don't wanna talk, trust me. I do" She puts her hands up in surrender. "But the least you can do is eat" She says gently pointing to the food.

"Revenge huh?" Dean scoffs, clenching his jaw. "Yeah" She nods, placing her hands on her hips. "Sounds good. Got any leads on where the demon is? You making heads or tails on any of their research? Cuz I sure ain't" Dean retorts back snarkily. Y/N sighs, running her hands over her face. "But you, when we do finally find it...Oh. No, wait. Like you said, the Colts gone. But I'm sure you figured out another way to kill it" He further ridicules.

Y/N doesn't answer, "We got nothing, Princess. Nothing, okay? See, the only thing I can do, is I can work on the car" He finishes, pointing to Baby. He then stoops down infront of it. She sighs, "Well, we got something, alright? That's what I came out here to tell you. It's one of dad's old phones" She explains to him, taking out one of her fathers old phones from her pocket, going through the voicemail.

"It took me a while but I cracked his voicemail code, Sam did the same for John's phone. Listen to this" She hands him the phone. Dean takes it, getting up and puts it to his ear. "F/N, it's Ellen. Again. Look don't be stubborn. You know I can help you and John. Call me" The woman, Ellen, over the phone's voicemail says in a impatient pleading tone. Deans eyebrows shoot up as he hands the phone back to Y/N.

"There was an identical one on John's phone. That message is four months old and the one on your dad's phone is 6 months old" Y/N tells him, taking the phone from him. "Dad and f/n saved those voicemails for months?" He asks surprised. "Yeah" Y/N confirms. "Who's Ellen? Any mention of her in Dad's journal?" He further asks. She shakes her head, "Sam looked but came up empty. But I ran a trace on the phone number and I got an address" She informs him.

Dean shrugs, "Ask Bobby if we can use one of his cars." He instructs her. "Yeah, okay" She responds, going to walk back to the house. She then turns back of a sudden, "Eat" She orders him firmly in a motherly tone. Dean sighs exasperatedly, he then takes up the fork on the place and digs into the pie. He gives her a thumbs up as a satisfied smile takes her face over. She then turns away to walk back to the house.

Dean internally moaned when he tasted the pie. His eyes fluttered shut in satisfaction since he lied about not being hungry but damn did it taste heavenly.

Christ, why didn't I eat this earlier. This woman can cook.

He thinks to himself. Contemplating whether or not to put that ring his father gave him to use.

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Central, Nebraska

The trio are pull up to Harvelle's Roadhouse in one of Bobby's old cars. The car squealing as they pull in, Do That To Me One More Time by Captain and Tennilles blurring through the radio deck. "This is humiliating" Dean grumbles annoyed at the fact he's driving an old squeaky car that isn't his.

As they exit the car, Dean slams the drivers door harshly, "I feel like a fucking soccer mom!" He exclaims in frustration. "It's the only car Bobby had running" Y/N points out. Dean rolls his eyes as they make their way to the bar's porch. "Hello? Anybody here?" Sam calls out but no answer. "Hey. Did you bring the uh-?" Dean asks Y/N, gesturing to her lock pick.

"Of course" She says smugly, tossing it to him. He begins to pick the lock. The enter the empty bar, locking the door behind them. The buzzing of a fly getting electrocuted on the mosquito trap scares them slightly as the look around the place. They walk in deeper to see a man with a mullet, passed out on the pool table.

"Hey buddy?" Sam calls out to him, but he's does wake. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen" Y/N mutters. "Yeah" Dean sighs. Sam and Dean decide to go around back and see if they find anyone, leaving y/n alone in the bar. Her body stiffens when she feels the butt of a rifle gun pressed against her back. "Oh, God. Please let that be a rifle" She mumbles. The gun then cocks behind her.

"No, I'm just real happy to see you" The voice of a young girl sounds in a sarcastic tone. "Don't move" The girl orders. "Not moving. Copy that." Y/N says, putting her arms up. She clears her throat awkwardly, "You know, you should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't wanna put it right against their back..." She says in a smug tone "....because it makes it real easy to do-" She then swiftly turns, snatching the rifle from the young blonde girl.

Y/N cocks the gun with a smirk on her face, "That" She retorts smugly, the girl goes to punch her but she quickly dodges, sweeping the girl off her feet by hooking the back of her knee with hers. The girl falls back first onto the ground, her hands up in surrender, a look of shock on her face as y/n cocks the rifle in her face. "Dean! Sam! Get out here!" Y/N calls for the boys.

The boys exit the back kitchen with their hands to their heads, "Sorry, Y/N. We're, uh, a little tied up" Dean says nervously, blood dripping down his nose, as a woman emerges behind them, pointing two guns to their heads. "Sam? Dean? Y/N?" The woman queries. "Winchester and L/N?" She asks. "Yeah" The boys and Y/N respond in unison.

"Son of a bitch" The woman says in shock. "Mom, you know them?" The girl asks from the ground, y/n still has her rifle aimed at her. "Yeah, I think these are John Winchesters boys. And that's F/N L/N's little girl." She says in recognition before lowering her guns and laughing. "Hey, I'm Ellen. My daughter, Jo" The woman introduces herself.

Y/N sighs in relief, lowering the gun away from Jo. "Hey. Sorry" Y/N chuckles awkwardly, apologizing to Jo. She then stretches her arm out to help Jo up. She slightly glares at Y/N before a smile breaks out on her face. "I can't lie, you got some nice moves" Jo compliments her, accepting her hand. Y/N smiles as she helps her to her feet.

"Thanks, you're not to bad yourself hun" She returns the compliment, winking at her. Jo smiles at this, accepting the compliment. "Hey" Jo nods towards Dean, giving him a slightly flirtatious smile. Dean chuckles awkwardly before turning to Ellen, holding his bloody nose, "You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" He asks, she chuckles shaking her head.

After putting away their guns, "Here you go" Ellen hands Dean a cloth with ice to put over his nose where she pistol whipped him. "Thanks" Dean responds. "Mhm" Ellen says. "You called our dad and f/n, said you could help. Help with what?" Dean asks as he presses the ice cloth to his nose. "Well, the demon, of course" Ellen answers as if it's obvious. Dean turns to Sam and Y/N behind him, surprised she knew about it.

"I heard they were closing in on it" Ellen adds. "Was there an article in Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who are you, how do you know about all this?" Dean asks defensively. "Hey, I just run a saloon" Ellen puts up her hands in defense. "But, hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dads a long time again. They were like family once" Ellen further explains.

"Oh, yeah? How come they've never mentioned you before?" Y/N asks defensively. Ellen's face drops and Y/N notices this, "You'd have to ask them that" Ellen responds in a low tone. The boys and y/n share a look at this. "So why exactly do we need your help?" Dean asks. "Hey, don't do me any favors. Look if you don't want my help, fine. Don't let the door smack your ass in the way out" Ellen snaps back.

"But John and F/N wouldn't have sent you guys if-" She begins to say but stops mid sentence, realization dawning on her. "They didn't send you" She says. Their heads drop in solemn, sharing a look of grief. "They're alright, aren't they? Is F/N okay?" Ellen asks them nervously, tears welling up in her eyes. Y/N cocks her eyebrow at her sudden concern for her father.

Dean swallows the lump in his throat as Sam and Y/N blick back tears. "No, no he didn't. It was the demon, we think. And um, it just got dad before he got it. I guess" Sam says sadly. "And f/n?" Ellen asks y/n hopeful he was okay. But she shakes her head, "Vampire hunt" Y/N responds in a dry tone, not wanting to talk about it further. "I'm so sorry" Ellen says sincerely.

"It's okay. We're alright" Dean assures her, offering a fake smile. "Really. I know how close you and your dad-" Ellen goes to say but Dean cuts her off. "Really. I'm fine" He assures her further, but she isn't convinced. The silence is a bit awkward so Sam cuts in, "So, look. If you can help....we could use all the help we can get" Sam says softly.

Dean turns to him with a look of disbelief and y/n slightly glares at Sam. "Well, we can't" Ellen says, turning to Jo, then back to them. "But Ash will" She smiles. "Who's Ash?" Y/N asks, cocking her eyebrow. "Ash!" Ellen calls out for him. That's when the man who was passed out on the pool table earlier suddenly wakes up, the balls on the table clanking as he gets up.

"What?!" He answers as the trio turn to him. Grimaces on their faces. "Closing time?" He asks in a croaky voice. "That's Ash?" Sam asks, pointing behind him to the man. Jo nods, "Mm-hm. He's a genius" Jo responds nodding.

Later, Dean slaps down Johns journal infront of Ash at the bar counter. "You gotta be kidding me. This guys no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie" Y/N huffs not convinced. Ash chuckles before winking at her, a smug smile on his face. "I like you cupcake" He says in a flirtatious tone. Deans jaw clenches at Ash's tone, crossing his arms over his chest as he glares at him. That burning jealousy raising again.

Y/N rolls her eyes chuckling a bit, "Thanks Billy Ray" She smiles back as Ash pumps his eyebrows at her. She wasn't into him but he was a flirt she didn't mind getting behind. Something to distract her anyhow, "Just give him a chance." Jo says to them as she rests the glasses down on the counter with a pitcher of water in her hand.

Dean sighs, scratching his nose before sitting between Sam and Y/N, "Alright. This stuffs is about a years worth of our dads work. So uh, let's see what you make of it" Dean smirks, sliding the journal over to Ash. He opens the book as Sam and Y/N sip on their waters. He begins to sift through the research before shaking his head, "Come on. This crap ain't real. There ain't nobody that can track a demon like this" Ash says, leaning back in his chair.

The three share a look, "Our dads could" Sam says firmly. Ash looks between the three hunters before picking up a paper from the research, "These are nonparametric statistical overviews. Cross spectrum correlations. I mean....damn" Ash says impressed as he looks through the papers. "They're signs. Omens. If you can track them, you can track this demon. You know, like crop failures, electrical storms." He explains as they listen.

"You ever been struck by lightening? It ain't fun" Ash trails off from the topic. Y/N rolls her eyes. "Can you track it or not?" She asks a bit irritated. "Yeah, with this. I think so. But it's gonna take time. Uh, give me...." He says before blinking rapidly to think for second. "....51 hours" He finishes, picking up all the research. The trio share a look at this, shaking their heads. "Hey, man" Dean calls out to Ash.

"Yeah?" Ash responds, "By the way, I, uh, dig the haircut" Dean snickers but Ash smirks, flipping his hair. "All business upfront, party in the back." Ash smirks before giving y/n a wink then walking out. Y/N shakes her head chuckling as she sips her water. Dean rolls his eyes but it trails over to Jos ass, his eyes meet with hers to when she notices he was checking her out.

Y/N notices this and huffs internally, that burning feeling in her chest reappearing. Oh god, not now. She groans internally. Meanwhile, Sam's eyes were on a folder marked with 'Couple Murdered. Child Left Alive' in the back of the bar. "Hey Ellen, what is that?" Sam asks her curiously. She turns to the machine she thinks he's pointing at. "It's a police scanner. We, uh, keep tabs on things" She tells him as Dean gets up to go over to where Jo is.

"No, no, no. The, um, folder" He says, Ellen then turns and begins walking over to the folder behind the machine. Picking it up, "Uh. I was gonna give this to a friend of mine. But, take a look if you guys want" She hands the folder to Sam and Y/N. "Thanks" Sam mutters. His full attention now on the folder but y/n's eyes are trained at Dean and Jo who seem to be flirting up a storm.

Her grip tightens on her glass of water, as she grits her teeth. Her eye twitches with envy as the fury of jealousy swarms in her stomach. The light above her began to flicker, controlling it without realizing it. Sam and Ellen's heads snap to to the flickering light in confusion. Sam quickly picked up on what was going on when he saw Y/N's eyes were narrowed in Dean and Jo's direction.

Her mind was clouded, too clouded to realize that, thanks to her, a light above her sparked and blew out of nowhere, causing both Sam, Ellen, Dean and Jo to get startled. The glass from the busted light scattered around them. "Goddamnit, I fixed that just last week!" Ellen exclaims in frustration, resting down her bar cloth. Y/N broke her gaze away from them, still gripping her glass.

"Last time I buy from Arties Hardware" Ellen grumbles whilst walking to the back to get the spare light bulb and a broom. When Sam sees Y/N was seconds away breaking the glass, he quickly takes it away from her. "Easy there, Matilda" He chuckles awkwardly patting her shoulder. Cautiously resting the glass down away from her. She snapped out of the trance she was in and when she realizes what happened, her face became flushed with embarrassment.

"Christ, sorry, I don't know what got into me" She apologizes, mortified. "I think we need to look into psychics, you know? Figure out how you can control your powers?" Sam suggests. Y/N clears her throat awkwardly, she and the boys haven't discussed what has happened over the course of the past few weeks. From her summoning the Colt to her hand to her seeing Dean as a ghost when he was dying.

She expected them to be more freaked out but with everything they've seen and been through. They love her regardless, she's scared they'll see her as a freak but it's far from the truth. "And what about you? I'm not the only ESP machine around here" Y/N retorts jokingly, nudging Sam. He smiles chuckling. "Yeah, but you're more advanced. Wouldn't hurt to check it out" He shrugs, she sighs nodding.

"That'll be a good idea" She responds. Something catches Sams eye in the folder. "Dean, come here. Check this out" Sam calls out to his brother. "Yeah?" Dean gets up from the booth he and Jo were at, walking over to Sam and Y/N as he rolls up his sleeves. "A few murders, not far from here, that Ellen caught wind of. Looks to me like there might be a hunt" Sam explains. "Yeah, so?" Dean asks. "So, maybe we all should check it out" Sam suggests.

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Later that night, the trio are on their way to the hunt in Bobby's car. "You gotta be kidding me. A killer clown?" Dean scoffs. "Yeah, he left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped them to pieces actually" Sam informs them from the back seat, using his light to read the staples together research in the Manila folder. "This family was at some carnival that night?" Y/N asks, taking a drag from her cigarette, her elbow propped on the passenger side window.

"Right, right. The, uh, Cooper Carnival" Sam nods, reading from the file. "So how do you know that we're not dealing with some psycho carny in a clown suit?" Dean queries. "Well, the cops have no viable leads, and all the employees were tearing down shop. Alibis all around. Plus, the girl said she saw a clown vanish into thin air. Cops are saying trauma, of course" Sam says.

"I know what you're thinking, Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?" Y/N taunts, chuckling along with Dean as Sam rolls his eyes. "Give me a break" Sam scoffs. "You didn't think we remembered, did you?" Dean laughs. Sam doesn't answer, they snicker as he glares at them. "I mean, come on. You still busy out crying whenever you see Ronald McDonald on the television" Dean chuckles. "At least I'm not afraid of flying" Sam retorts to Dean as Y/N laughs hysterically, choking on the smoke.

"Planes crash!" Dean snaps defensively. "And apparently, clowns kill" Sam counters. Y/N shakes her head laughing at their banter as she flicks her cigarette out the window. "Okay, settle down fellas. So these types of murders, they ever happen before?" Y/N asks, changing the subject. "Uh...according to the file, 1981. The Bunker Brothers Circus. Same m.o. It happened three different times, three different locales." Sam tells her, reading from the file.

"It's weird though, if its a spirit, it's usually bound to a specific locale: a house or a town" Dean points out. "So how is this one moving from city to city, carnival to carnival?" Y/N asks. "Cursed object, maybe" Dean suggests, turning to her. "The spirit attaches itself to something, carnival carries it around with them." He further explains.

"Great. Paranormal scavenger hunt" Sam mutters dryly. "This case was your idea." Dean retorts. "By the way. Why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job" Dean points out. "So?" Sam questions. "It's just not like you, that's all" Y/N adds. "Yeah. I thought you and y/n were hell bent for leather on this demon hunt" Dean says. "I don't know. I just think, taking this job. It's what Dad would've wanted us to do." Sam responds.

Dean cocks an eyebrow at this. "What dad would've wanted?" He questions. "Yeah. So?" Sam asks. Y/N picks up on Deans tone and flashes him a quick warning glare because he already looked like he was about to say something that would cause a fight. So he just sighed and shaked his head, "Nothing" Dean dismisses it.

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The old borrowed car with the trio pulls into the parking lot across from the carnival. "Check it out. Five-0" Dean points out the cops in the area questioning some clowns. They make their way into the grounds, Dean and Y/N take a look around, leaving Sam near the ferris wheel.

While walking back, they notice Sam was staring intently at a shorter woman with a fake beard, no more than three feet tall. He seemed a bit freaked out as the woman stared back at him. Dean and Y/N share an amused look at Sam's awkward expression. "Did you get her number?" Dean teases his brother, startling him as Y/N snickers.

Sam just cringes, not answering as they all lean against the railing. "More murders?" Sam asks them. "Two more last night. Apparently they were ripped to shreds. And they had a little boy with them" Y/N informs him. "Who fingers a clown" Sam scoffs. Dean and Y/N cock an eyebrow at his choice of words, giving him a weirded out expression.

"What?" Sam asks confused. They choose to ignore it, "Yes, a clown, who apparently vanished into thin air" Dean confirms. "Guys, you know, looking for a cursed object, it's like..trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. It could be anything" Sam says. "Yeah, you're right. But it's bound to give off EMFs. We'll just have to scan everything" Dean shrugs, turning to Y/N with a smirk on his face.

"Oh good, that's nice and inconspicuous" Sam chuckles sarcastically. "Plus, we got our warrior princess here" Dean nudges Y/N, patting her on the small of her back. She scoffs, rolling her eyes. Feeling a bit flushed at the way Dean casually patted her back. "I'm not a human EMF meter, Dean" She says exasperated. Crossing her arms over her chest, Dean just chuckles giving her a wink.

"I guess we'll just have to blend in" Dean shrugs, his eyes trained on the 'Help Wanted' sign. They all share a look before approaching the tent that the sign was taped to. The enter the tent to see a man with dark shades and a suit on, throwing knives at a large wooden dart board. "Excuse me. We're looking for a Mr. Copper. Have you seen him around?" Dean politely asks the man.

"What is that, some kind of a joke?" The man scoffs in an offended tone. He then takes off his glasses to reveal his synthetic eye. Y/N places a hand over her mouth at the irony, trying to hold back a snicker. "Oh, God. I'm sorry" Dean tries to apologize as the man continues to ramble. "You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper..or a sunset or anything at all"

"You two wanna give me a little help here?" Dean mutters to the two younger hunters whose faces at laced with amusement. "Not really" Y/N mutters back as Sam shakes his head rapidly, holding back his laughter. Dean feigns a smile, looking around awkwardly. "Hey, Barry. Is there a problem?" A voice behind them asks the man. They look around at eye level, only to be met with no one.

They simultaneously look down to be met with a shorter set man, wearing a blue matador outfit with a cape. "Yeah, this guy hates blind people" Barry, the blind man, informs the matador. "No, I don't-" Dean tries to clarify, chuckling awkwardly. "Hey, buddy. What's your problem?" The matador asks in an standoffish tone. "Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding" Dean tries to dismiss it, only making it worse.

Y/N physically facepalms at this, "Little? You son of a bitch" The matador scoffs, holding up his bat ready to beat Dean with it. Dean flinches back, "No, no, no, no, no! I'm just- Can somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is?!" He exclaims as Sam and Y/N burst out laughing at the scene unraveling in-front of them. "Please?" Dean asks Barry nervously.

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"You three picked a hell of a time to join up. Take a seat" Mr. Cooper tells the three hunters as they walk into his office. Dean and Y/N spot three chairs, two normal and one clown chair. They share a mischievous look before rushing to sit on the two normal chairs, leaving the clown chair for Sam. "We got all kinds of local trouble" Mr. Cooper says as Dean and Y/N smirk victoriously at Sam.

Who lets out an exasperated sigh at their childishness. "What do you mean?" Y/N asks Mr. Copper feigning curiosity as Sam nervously takes a seat on the clown chair, grimacing in displeasure. "Well, a couple of folks got themselves murder. Cops always seem to start here first." Mr. Cooper answers as Dean smirks at Sam's discomfort.

"So, you three every worked the circuit before?" Mr. Cooper begins the interview. "Uh, yes, sir. Last year through Texas and Arkansas" Sam casually lies as Dean and Y/N nod. "Doing what? Ride jockeys? Butcher? A&S people?" Mr. Cooper queries. They're all confused by this but continue to keep up the ruse, nodding as if they understood.

"Yeah, uh. Little bit of everything, I guess" Y/N lies fluidly. Mr. Cooper looks at them suspiciously, "You three have never worked a show in your lives before, have you?" He calls them out on their bullshit, catching them in their act. "Nope" Dean responds with an awkward smile. "But we really need the work. So- And, uh Sam here has got a thing for the bearded lady" Dean chuckles, pointing to his little brother.

Earning a glare from Sam and a snicker from Y/N. "You see that picture?" Mr. Cooper points to an old picture with a man who looked identical to him, a fedora on, near the Ferris wheel. "That's my daddy" He says. "You look just like him" Sam says smiling. "He was in the business. Ran a freak show, till they outlawed them most places. Apparently, displaying the deformed isn't dignified" Cooper informs them.

"So, most of the performers went from honest work to rotting in hospitals and asylums. That's profess, I guess" Cooper shrugs as they listen on. "You see, this place, it's a refuge for outcasts. Always has been. For folks that don't fit in nowhere else. But you three..." He explains, leaning forward in his chair. "You should go to school. Find a couple girls or guy. Have 2.5 kids. Live regular" He advices them wisely.

Dean rolls his eyes as Y/N internally groans. Sam then leans forward, "Sir.....We don't wanna go to school. And we don't want regular. We want this" Sam says firmly, Y/N cocks an eyebrow at this along with Dean. Surprised by Sam's statement, they share an uneasy look.

Now walking back outside, "Huh" Dean mumbles. "What?" Sam asks. "That whole, uh, 'I don't wanna go back to school' thing. Were you saying that to Cooper or were you, you know, saying it?" Dean asks. Sam couldn't find the right answer, "Sam?" Y/N calls out to him. "I don't know" Sam sighs, responding honestly. "You don't know? I thought once the demon was dead and the fat lady sing, that you were gonna take off, head back to Wussy State" Dean blurts out.

"I'm having second thoughts" Sam turns to them. "Really?" Y/N asks surprised. "Yeah, I think. Dad would've wanted me to stick with the job" Sam shrugs. "Since when do you give a damn what dad wanted?" Dean snaps, y/n sighs at this. Faceplaming again at Deans tone. "You spent half your life doing exactly what he didn't want, Sam" Dean scoffs.

"Since he died. Okay?" Sam retorts. Dean nods, a displeased look on his face. "You have a problem with that?" Sam asks in a standoffish tone. Dean goes to snap back but Y/N steps between them, "I don't mean to butt in, but now is not the time nor the place fellas." She chimes in firmly, giving them a warning look.

Dean sighs, "Sorry, Princess." He apologizes sincerely. "No, I don't have a problem at all" He growls at his brother before walking off.

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Later, Sam is wearing a red jacket with 'Cooper Carnival On The Go' printed on it in white. Currently picking up discarded trash by the carnival attendees on the floor with a clamp stick, shoving it into a big blue bag as the patrons scream on the rides. He had his EMF meter stuffed in his jacket, a pair of headphones shoved in his ear to pick up any frequencies.

He takes a cautious look around before heading to the funhouse, waiting for some of the girls who were inside to file out. He then makes his way into the funhouse. He pulls out his EMF meter as the sounds of screaming over a recording plays throughout the room. Then scanning the organ pipes near some of the colorful framed mirrors.

The EMF doesn't give off any frequencies. Sam almost shat his pants when a fake skeleton came descending from the roof in a flash, causing him to almost bump into some teenage girls behind him, who giggle at his fearful look. Sam breathes out a shaky breath as he glares at the skeleton. He scans it but nothing comes up. He then leaves the funhouse before taking out his phone to call Y/N.

Meanwhile, Dean and Y/N open up a large dumpster, tossing the trash in their big blue bags into the can. Dressed identical to Sam, "Jesus, people are so filthy" Y/N gags in disgust at the garbage she picked up from around the carnival. "Amen" Dean mutters in agreement, grimacing from the putrid smell.

Y/N's phone then rings, she hands Dean the stick and bag. Fishing her phone from her jacket pocket, flipping it open to see it's Sam. "Hello?" She answers. Dean then presses his ear to the back of her phone, his light stubble brushing against her smooth cheek. Y/N's heartbeat quickens at their close contact and so does Dean's. "Hey, man" Sam responds shakily.

"What's the matter? You sound like you just saw a clown" Dean taunts his little brother chuckling, as Y/N rolls her eyes, hiding her snicker. "Very funny" Sam deadpans. "Skeleton, actually" He says ironically, causing Dean and Y/N to be confused at this. "Like a real human skeleton?" Y/N asks. "In the funhouse. Listen I was thinking. What if the spirit isn't attached to a cursed object? What if it's attached to its own remains?" Sam suggests.

"Did the bones give off EMF?" Dean asks. "Well, no but-" Sam goes to say but Dean cuts him off. "We should check it out anyway" Dean suggests. "We're heading to you" Y/N tells him, then hanging up the phone. She and Dean share a nod before walking off towards the funhouse. That's when, Barry, the blind man from earlier, suddenly appears.

Grabbing Dean by his arm. "What are you two kids doing here?" Barry asks them suspiciously. Dean and Y/N share a nervous look, "We're just sweeping" Dean covers quickly. "Bullshit" Barry spits. "And what were you talking about? Skeletons? What's EMF?" Barry asks pressingly. They side glance at each other nervously again, "Dude, your blind man hearing is out of control" Y/N chuckles awkwardly.

"We're a tight knit group. We don't like outsiders. We take care of our own problems" Barry says defensively. "We got a problem?" Dean asks, cocking his eyebrow. "Well, you two tell me. You're the ones talking about human bones" Barry chuckles as if it's ridiculous. Dean gives y/n a look, she rapidly shakes her head but Dean ignores it.

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Dean asks Barry, leaning in closer. Y/N facepalms for what feels like the thousandth time today at Deans bigmouth. "What?" Barry scoffs confused. "My brother, my friend and me...um...we're all writing a book about them" Dean covers up his question with a lie, a sly smile on his face towards Y/N. She rolls her eyes at his smug smile.

After their conversation with Barry, they begin to make their way to the funhouse to meet up with Sam. Y/N reaches over and swiftly taps Dean on his head in annoyance. "Ow!" Dean yelps, clutching the back of his head. "What was that for?" He grumbles at her while she glares at him. " 'Do you believe in ghosts?' Why don't you just tell the midget while we're at it" She grumbles back sarcastically, shooting him a glare whilst he winced. Rubbing his head.

"Oh shut it, we found out some useful information" Dean defends. Y/N sighs, "Whatever" She grumbles. "What took you guys so long?" Sam asks them a bit annoyed. "Long story" Y/N huffs in response. "Mommy, look at the clown" A little girl near talking to her mother says, pointing. "What clown?" Her mother asks her confused.

This catches the attention of the three hunters. They begin to walk towards them only to see the girl was pointing to nothing, "Come on, sweetie. Come on" Her mother ushers her away. The three share a look, worried something might happen to this poor girls family.

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Later that night, they followed the family back to their house. Pulling up across the street to see the family from their large opened window in the living room. Dean puts the squeaky car in park as Sam lectures him. "Dean, I cannot believe you told Papazian about the homicidal phantom clown" Sam scoffs from the backseat.

"Yeah, tell me about it" Y/N huffs in agreement with Sam. "I told him an urban legend about a homicidal phantom clown. I never said it was real" Dean shrugs, pulling out his rock-salt gun. "Hey! Keep that down" Y/N snatches the gun away from Dean, earning an eyeroll from him. "Oh, and get this: I mentioned the Bunker Brothers Circus in '81 and their, uh, evil-clown apocalypse. Guess what?" Dean informs Sam.

"What?" Sam asks. "Before Mr. Cooper owned Cooper Carnival. He worked for Bunker Brothers. He was their lot manager" He tells Sam. Realization dawns on Sam, "So basically, we think whatever the spirits attached to, Cooper brought it with him" Y/N adds. "Yeah, something like that" Dean agrees, looking out the car window at the family's house.

"I can't believe we keep talking about clowns" Dean mutters. "Yeah, tell me about it" Sam quipped up, gulping. Causing Dean and Y/N to chuckle.

Couple hours in, they're still staking out the house. Dean and Y/N had fallen asleep in the front, her head laid against his shoulder, his cheek pressed against the top of her head. Sam was still awake in the back seat, his eyes widened when he noticed the little girl from earlier was in the living room. "Dean, Y/N!" He nudged the two awake, their eyes shooting open to see the little girl in the living room, walking towards the front door.

They quickly jumped out of the car, rock salt guns cocked. They made their way around the house, looking for any open window. They finally came upon the bathroom window, Dean and Y/N gave Sam a boast to jump in, shimmying his large body through the small opened window. Dean then gave Y/N a boast, his hands gripping her waist as she pulls herself in, gliding through the window with ease.

Dean then followed behind, they creeped down the hallway leading out of the bathroom, backs pressed to the wall, Sam and Dean had their guns locked and loaded. They heard the jingling of bells as the little girl made her way down the hall, holding a clowns hand. "Wanna see Mommy and Daddy? They're upstairs" She says innocently, leading the clown to the stairs.

When their eyes landed on the clown, they jumped into action. "Hey! Hey!" Sam and Dean yelled, aiming their guns at the clown. Te little girl began to scream but Y/N swooped in and quickly grabbed the terrified screaming little girl, shielding her from the clown as Sam and Dean empty their shells into its chest. The clown fell to the ground, bleeding.

But in an instant, it got up back, a creepy smile on its face. Sam and Deans eyes widen with terror, "Y/N! Watch out!" Dean yells for Y/N to duck, she quickly does so. They move to attack the clown but it disapparated after jumping through the glass door, shattering on impact. Dean ran out to go after the clown but it disappeared. Y/N was still holding into the little girl, protecting her from the scene.

Y/N freezes when she sees the girls parents bend the corner, quickly letting go of the little girl, her hands up in surrender. "What's going on in here? What are you doing here?! Who the hell are you!" The girls fathers yells. "Oh my god! What are you doing to my daughter! Get out, get out of my house!" Her mother gasps terrified. Sam, Dean and Y/N shagged ass and ran out of there immediately.

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The next morning, the trio are packing up their stuff, slinging their bags over their shoulders. "You really think they saw our plates?" Y/N asks Dean as he shuts the trunk harshly. "I don't wanna take the chance. Besides, I hate this fucking thing anyway" Dean grumbles as they walk off, abandoning the car on a stretch, in the bushes.

"Well, one things for sure" Dean says. "What's that?" Sam asks as they walk down the stretch, walking side by side to Y/N. "We're not dealing with a spirit. That rocksalt hit something solid" Dean points out. "Yeah, I got nothing. No chills, at all" Y/N agrees. "Yeah. A person? Or maybe a creature that can make itself invisible?" Sam spitballs. "Yeah, and dress up as a clown for kicks?" Dean says sarcastically.

"Did it say anything in your dads journal?" Y/N asks Sam. "Nope." Sam sighs, pulling out his phone from his pocket. "Who you calling?" Dean asks. "Maybe Ellen or that guy Ash will know something" Sam shrugs. A thought flashes across his mind, a sly smile on his face. "Hey, you think, uh— ?" Sam chuckles. "You think F/N and Ellen ever had a thing?" Sam asks curiously.

Y/N grimaces at the thought, "No way" She cringes. "Agreed" Dean agrees. "Then why didn't they ever tell us about her? Plus she seemed more worried about F/N than she did Dad" Sam points out. "I don't know. Maybe they all had some sort of falling out" Dean shrugs. "Yeah." Sam agrees, looking down at his phone as they continue to walk.

"You ever notice our dads had a falling out with just about everybody?" Y/N points out chuckling a bit along with Sam. Dean didn't answer, his face stoic. "Well don't get all maudlin on them" Sam scoffs, hanging up the phone when he didn't get a response. "What do you mean?" Dean asks defensively. Sam and Y/N give him a knowing look, "I mean, this strong, silent thing of yours. It's crap, and I'm over it" Sam argues, causing Dean to groan and y/n to sigh internally.

Here we go, she thinks to herself. "Oh my god" Dean groans. "This isn't just anyone we're talking about, this is dad and f/n. I know how you felt about them" Sam further argues. "You know what? Back off, alright? Just because I'm not caring and sharing like you want me to-" Dean goes to say but Sam cuts him off.

"No, no, no. That's not what this is about, Dean. I don't care how you deal with this, but you have to deal with it, man." He lectures. "And so do you, Y/N" Sam turns to Y/N. Her gaze snaps to him, surprised. "Excuse me, but I am dealing. Just because I'm not gonna lean on your shoulder and sob 24/7 doesn't mean that I'm not dealing." She scoffs defensively.

Sam sighs in defeat. "Listen, y/n. I'm your best friend and Dean, I'm your brother. Alright? I just wanna make sure you two are okay" Sam tries to reason with them but Dean snaps. "Dude, we're okay! I'm okay, okay?! I swear the next person who asks if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches!" Dean bellows. "These are your issues. Quit dumping them on us!" He further argues, stopping in his tracks to turn to Sam.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asks in a hurt tone, turning to his brother. "I just think it's really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. It's like, 'Oh, what would Dad want me to do?'" Dean says ironically and Y/N glances between the two heated men nervously. "Sam, you spent your entire life slugging it out with that man. I mean, hell." Dean chuckles humorlessly.

"You picked a fight with him the last time that you ever saw him. And now that he's dead, you wanna make it right? Well I'm sorry, Sam, but you can't. It's too little, too late" Dean blurts out angrily, tears welling up in Sam's eyes. Y/N is in disbelief at his words. "Are you kidding me?!" She snaps. Dean is taken back by this along with Sam, "How could you even say that right now?! If you could say that to Sam, why can't you say that to me?!" She comes to Sam's defense.

"Because you're not saying, 'Oh, what would daddy want me to do?' No!" Dean further yells. "Screw that, you're being too biased and harsh right now. Don't take out your anger on, Sam!" She yells at him. "And you" She turns to Sam, pointing at him firmly. "People deal with grief differently, some wanna talk about it, some don't. So don't push us to talk about it if we don't wanna. It's just simple as that." She says firmly to Sam, turning back to Dean.

"Sam is only pushing because he cares, but arguing isn't gonna make this any better, Dean. They're dead! We can't fix that! We just have to deal with it" She says in an exasperated tone, tears welling up in her eyes. Dean immediately regretted his words towards his brother by the end of Y/N's rant. But Sam was too angry to look at Dean, "I'm gonna call Ellen." He simply says to them, walking forward to call her.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, princess" Dean apologizes sincerely to Y/N when his brother is out of earshot. "Yeah, me too charming" She returns the apology, looking down at the ground. "We've all just been through a lot these past few months. We're only human" She sighs. "But if you do ever wanna talk.." She begins. "Oh, god. Not this again" Dean groans exasperatedly. "Relax darling" She chuckles lightly.

"I mean it. We're family, I'm always here and so is Sam. Whether you wanna smash some beer bottles or sit in silence. I'm here" She assured him gently, giving him a soft smile. Dean's heart skipped a beat. She expected Dean to roll his eyes but he returned her smile, "I'll take you up on that offer" He promises her, she smiles flashing him a wink as they walk ahead closer to Sam.

"Thanks a lot" Sam says to Ellen before hanging up. "Rakshasa" Sam tells them. "What's that?" Dean and Y/N ask in unison. "Ellen's best guess. It's a race of ancient Hindu creatures. They appear in human form. They feed on human flesh. They can make themselves invisible and they cannot enter a home without first being invited" Sam explains to them.

"So they dress up like clowns and the children invite them in" Dean says. "Yeah" Sam responds. "So why don't they just munch on the kids?" Y/N asks curiously. "No idea. Not enough meat on the bones, maybe?" Sam suggests. "What else did you find out?" Dean asks. "Well apparently, rakshasas live in squalor. They sleep on a bed of dead insects" Sam informs them.

Y/N grimaces at the nasty thought, "How nice" She mutters. "Yeah, and they have to feed a few times every 20 to 30 years. Slow metabolism, I guess" Sam shrugs. "Well that, makes sense. I mean, the carnival today, the Bunker Brothers in '81." Dean lists off. "Right. Probably more before that" Y/N agrees. "Hey guys, who do we know that worked both shows?" Dean asks them knowingly.

"Cooper?" Sam and Y/N respond in unison. "Cooper" Dean nods. Sam scoffs a bit at this, shoving his hands in his pockets as Y/N shakes her head. It was so obviously right infront of them. "You know, that picture of his father, that looked just like him" Y/N points out. "You think maybe it was him?" Dean asks them. "Well, who knows how old he is" Sam shrugs.

"Ellen say how to kill him?" Y/N asks Sam. "Legend goes, a dagger made of pure brass" Sam responds. Dean thinks for a second before saying, his mind running to the blind knife thrower, "I think I know where to get one of those." He says. "Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we gonna wanna make damn sure it's him" Y/N says firmly.

"Oh, you're such a stickler for detail, y/n/n" Dean smirks at her, flashing her a wink. Y/N looks down smiling as Sam chuckles lightly. "Alright, I'll round up the blade. You two go check if Coopers got bedbugs" Dean instructs them, the trio still walking down the stretch.

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Later that night, Sam and Y/N were at the carnival a couple a patrons still in the area. Both near Coopers office. They make sure to look around to ensure there's no one there. They give each other a firm nod before Y/N pulls out her lock pick and begins picking the lock to Coopers office door.

Meanwhile, Dean is with Barry Papazian, the blind man. "Well, I got all kinds of knives. I don't know if I got a brass one, though" Barry says, opening the door to his booth.

A gun cocks behind Sam and Y/N who were inspecting under Coopers bed, their bodies immediately stiffen as they turn back quickly to see Cooper aiming a shotgun at them. "What do you think you're doing?" Cooper spits angrily at them.

Dean entered Barry's booth behind him, "Check in the trunk" Barry instructs him, waving his stick around as he walks in. Dean did so, opening the creaky old wooden trunk. He begins to rummage through it, his eyebrows creased in confusion when he found a red clown wig. Realization dawned on him when he picked it up and it jingled, exactly the way it did back at the little girls house.

He turns around to face Barry, "You?" Dean gasps in disbelief. Barry drops his stick to the ground, taking off his dark shades. "Me" Barry smirks darkly, his face contorting into a wide Joker-like grin, his eyes glowing silver. He waved at Dean menacingly before disapparating into thin air.

Dean instantly tries to bolt out of there but the door was jammed. Locked from the outside. Suddenly, a knife comes wielding at Dean, stabbing straight into the door infront of him. "Jesus!" Dean exclaims in terror. Another knife comes wielding at Dean and stabbed into the door. "Alright!" Dean screams before kicking down the door.

He stumbles through the door, falling over before quickly getting back onto his feet. Dean runs out into the open, "Hey!" Y/N calls out to him. He stops in his tracks and rushes over to them. "Hey" Dean breathes out relieved. "So, Cooper thinks we're peeping Toms, but it's not him" Sam informs him. "Yeah, so I gathered. It's the blind guys. He's here somewhere" Dean tells them quickly, looking around for Barry.

"Fuck, did you get the-?" Y/N asks him. "The brass blades? No. No it's just one of those days" Dean says, still looking around. Sams eyes flicker over to the funhouse. He nudged Y/N along with Dean. "I got an idea, come on" He says quickly, running towards the fun house.

Dean and Y/N share a look, shrugging and then follow behind him. They enter the funhouse of mirrors, only to be separated when the large black door comes closing in. "Sam!" Dean and Y/N call out to him, banging in the door. Separated from Sam. "Dean! Y/N!" Sam yells. "Guys, find the maze, okay?!" Sam screams through the door.

Dean and Y/N share a terrified look before looking around, a nasty clown scream echoing through the room. They walk down the hall cautiously, looking for the maze. A recording of a menacing laugh plays through the dark room.

On Sam's side, he approaches the steam organ playing. An idea flashes thriyub his head, he then tries to pick up one of the flutes from it but the steam burns his hands. Sam flinches, hissing from the burn. He then pulls his jacket sleeves up, using it as a holder to pull out the flute from the organ.

Dean and Y/N make their way around the funhouse, stumbling upon Sam trying to pull out the flute. "Hey" They approach Sam. "Hey. Where is it?" Sam asks about the Rakashas, surprised to see them. "We don't know. Shouldn't we see his clothes walking around?" Y/N huffs. Suddenly, two knives come flying at Dean and Y/N, pinning their clothes to the wall.

They yelp fearfully, "Sam!" Y/N and Dean scream for Sam to hurry up and pull the brads flute out. Sam quickens his pace, pulling out the flute. Dean and Y/N grunt, trying to pull the knives out but it's stuck. Sam creeps slowly, wielding the flute. A knife then comes flying at Sam, which he quickly dodges.

The lights begin to flicker in the funhouse, "Guys, where is he?!" Sam yells. "I don't know!" Dean responds, Y/N's eyes flicker to a leaver to a pipe above her. An idea flashes through her mind. She reaches up and pulls it, activating the steam organ, steam comes piling out of the vents and organ. Clouding the room.

Dean and Y/N notice the shadow of a man creeping behind Sam. "Sam, behind you! Behind you!" They scream, warning him. Sam swiftly stabs Barry Papazian with the brass organ flute. He begins to scream as Sam twists the flute in his stomach, gritting his teeth. Papazian screams painfully as Dean and Y/N finally get the knives out of their clothes as Y/N turns the steam off.

They rush over to Sam to see the brass flute on the ground, blood spilt but no body. Assuming the monster disappeared after being killed, "I hate funhouses" Y/N grumbles frustrated. They boys nods in agreement, breathing heavily.

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The next day, they're all back at the roadhouse. "You kids did a hell of a job" Ellen commends them, handing each of them a beer. "Your dads would be proud" She adds sincerely. "Thanks" Sam says gratefully. Y/N gives her a small smile. The tension between Dean and Y/N was thick so Y/N gave her best friend a look that said,

'Read the room, Sammy. Beat it'. Sam looks between them, realizing they wanted space, "Oh, yeah, um. I've gotta- uh- uh- I gotta go...over there. Right now" Sam awkwardly says, chuckling nervously before getting up and going over to the other side of the bars pool table by Jo. Dean and Y/N chuckle at his terrible acting, "Smooth" Dean shakes his head, sipping his beer.

"So? Ahem..." Y/N clears her throat awkwardly, her cheeks a bit flushed. "So?" Dean smiles softly, his eyes flickering over to Y/N. "How're you feeling, charming?" She asks concerned. Dean sighs heavily, his eyes trained on his beer bottle. He would lie and say he's fine but he knows that'll earn him either a bitch face from y/n or a smack to the head for lying.

"Not too well, Princess" He answers honestly, breaking gaze with his bottle and back to her. "At least you're being honest now" She smiles softly, sipping her beer. "How're you feeling?" He returns the question. She scoffs, shaking her head. "Just about as good as you" She chuckles dryly. Ellen gives them a side glance, low-key eavesdropping on their conversation.

"But we got each other" She blurts out, Dean cocks his eyebrow at this. His heart skipped a beat, smug smile appearing on his face. "...and Sam" She covers up, clearing her throat. Her face gathering a tinge of pink. Dean goes to shoot her a sly comment but she smacks his arm lightly. Making him chuckle, "I didn't say anything" He puts him hand up in surrender chuckling.

"Yeah, but you were thinking it" She retorts, scoffing jokingly. Ellen shakes her head at their awkward cute banter, a small smile on her face. Dean puts him beer up in toasting manner, she smiles, cheer-sing with Dean. They simultaneously take a sip as they stare deeply into each others eyes.

Dean was grateful for Y/N's patience and support. He knew she'd never leave them, loyalty and compassion was in her nature. Her compassion is a gift, she carried it with her always and forever. And he cherished that about her. Part mind was hopeful that y/n returned his feelings he had for her, Dean begin Dean refused to believe it, once again.

Jo's eyes glanced over to the two hunters laughing and talking. She noticed the way they looked at each other, the longing desperate stare they shared. "I don't got a chance, do I?" She asks Sam, who was racking up the balls to start a game of pool with her. Sam looks over at Dean and Y/N where her eyes were trained. Though his brother wasn't celibate and neither was Y/N, he couldn't lie to Jo.

He shaked his head, smiling in their direction. "Honestly, I doubt it. Sorry" He apologizes sincerely. Jo smiles, shaking her head. "It's fine, there's more fish in the sea. I'll admit though...they're cute" She chuckles, whilst leaning on her pool cue, looking back at Sam. "Ohh, they're something" Sam snorts, sipping his beer. Sharing a laugh with Jo.

Ash then enters from the back room, everyone's attention was drawn over to him. "Hey, cupcake. Where have you been? I've been waiting for ya" He asks y/n flirtatiously, a book in one hand and a laptop in his other. Dean scoffs, glaring at Ash. Y/N rolls her eyes, "If it isn't my favorite country rock star." She retorts sassily. Dean snorts at her response. "We were working a job, Ash" Sam answers from across the bar.

Ash looks at him confused. "Clowns?" Sam adds. "Clowns? What the fuck?" Ash responds still confused. "You got something for us, Ash?" Dean cuts in. He nods, resting his laptop down next to Y/N, Sam comes over immediately. "Did you find the demon?" Y/N asks. "It's nowhere around. At least, nowhere I can find. But if this fugly bastard raises its head. I'll know" Ash answers, typing on his laptop.

A smug smile on his face, "I mean, I'm on it like Divine on dog dookie" He winks at Y/N, she cocks her eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Sam asks. "I mean, any of those signs or omens appear anywhere in the world...my rig will go off. Like a fire alarm." Ash answer, turning the laptop to them with his tracker. Their eyes widen.

"Would you mind...?" Dean asks, going to touch the laptop. But Ash taps the table, giving him a slight glare. Dean smirks, pulling his hand back. "What's up, man?" He asks Dean in a standoffish tone. "Ash, where did you learn to do all this?" Y/N asks, chuckling impressed at his tech knowledge. "MIT. Before I got bounced for fighting" He responds, smirking cockily.

They're all taken back by this, "MIT?" Sam asks in disbelief. "It's a school in Boston" Ash says plainly. Sam holds back a snicker, "Okay. Give us a call as soon as you know something?" Dean asks him. "Sí, sí. Compadre" Ash responds. Dean nods. "Y/N, you should give me your number so I can..." Ash says flirtatiously. Dean clenches his jaw, holding back his boiling hatred.

Y/N scoffs chuckling. "Sorry, sweetie. I don't do college boys" Y/N retorts, feigning a smile. Dean smirks proudly at her answer as Sam chuckles. Ash's smirk widens, "I do like a challenge" He winks at her, before leaving the room. Y/N shakes her head scoffing as they boys laugh. They finish off their beers, "Thanks Ellen, we appreciate everything" Y/N says kindly to Ellen, she returns the smile to Y/N before she exits behind Sam.

When Sam and Y/N leave, "Hey, Dean" Ellen calls out to Dean. "Yeah?" Dean answers. "Did F/N know you have a thing for his little girl?" She asks, smirking. Dean is taken back, he chuckles nervously. "I do not- She's like my little sister- " He shakes his head rapidly, denying it relentlessly. Ellen cuts him off with a laugh. "And I'm Cher" Ellen snorts sarcastically, giving him a side glance.

Deans face drops, his heart ready to fall out his ass. She smiles, "Chill. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. You guys seem like you'd be great together" Ellen assured him, giving her a small smile. Dean smiles softly, "I'd like to hope so" Dean sighs. "If you kids need a place to stay, I got a couple beds out back" She tells him. "Thanks, but no. There's something, I gotta to finish" Dean says gratefully. "Okay" She nods, Dean gives her one last smile before walking out.

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Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Dean was back in Bobby's scrapyard, knelt down replacing Baby's tire. Sam approaches him, "You were right" Sam says. "About what?" Dean asks, getting up, he walks to the other side. "About me and Dad." Sam says honestly. "I'm sorry that the last time I was with him, I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him" Sam says sincerely. "I mean, for all I know, he died thinking that I hate him. So you were right" Sam admits.

Tears forming in his eyes, Deans face still stoic, "What I'm doing right now, it is too little. It's too late" Sam singles back tears as Dean swallows the lump forming in his throat. "I miss him, man. And I miss f/n. And I feel guilty as hell" Sam holds back tears, breathing heavily. "And I'm not alright. Not at all." He admits, sighing heavily. "But neither are you. That much I know" Sam says, this makes Dean clench his jaw further, the anger and grief building inside of him.

"I'll let you get back to work" Sam concludes, walking back to the house. Rage boiled inside of Dean, he moved to the tool tray and picked up a crowbar. His face contorted with pure fury, he gritted his teeth and swiftly drew back his crowbar. Smashing the passenger window of an old junked car.

His eyes flickered over to Baby, his heart heaving heavily. He began to go at the trunk, hitting it profusely with the crowbar. Grunting loudly, painfully as he dents her trunk with the crowbar. His veins were hot, his chest began to burn with the dents turned into a hole in the trunk. The crowbar slipped out of his hand, clanging on the ground.

He fell bottom first onto the ground besides the crowbar, tears welling up in his eyes. He struggled to breath, his hands shaking as he tried to fish his phone out of his pocket. He called the first person that came to mind, they only person he wants around him right now.

The phone rings besides her on the couch in Bobby's living room, "Hello?" Y/N pressed a her phone to her ear. Resting her book down on her lap. All she heard was Deans heavy breathing, she could hear him choking back tears. "Dean?" She leaned forward on the couch, her voice laced with concern. "I need you...please" Dean pleads tearfully. "I'm coming" She says immediately, tossing her phone aside.

She ran out to the yard to see Dean on the floor, his arms wrapped around his knees pulled to his chest. Tears staining his face. Her heart sank painfully, "Charming" She gasps, settling next to him on the ground. She instantly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, Dean finally allowed himself to cry. His stiff body relaxed into Y/N's arms as he let out his wretched sobs into her chest.

"It's okay....it's okay..." She cooed gently, stroking his dark blonde hair. Her tone was pained, seeing Dean in so much pain. It pained her inside out. She desperately wished she could do something to make this easier but the grief had to run it's course. Deans body shaked relentlessly in her arms, his tears soaking her shirt. "It'll be okay. I promise" She assured him, sobbing with him.

"I didn't mean to make you cry" Dean croaks apologetically, looking up at her with his tear filled eyes. "You didn't make me cry, babe" She smiled tearfully, pushing his hair back with her fingers. He continued to cry, clutching onto her as if she'd disappear. Her cheek rested gently at the top of his head, she laid a gentle kiss on his crown as they held each other.

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Authors Note: ......yeah, I'm a sap. DEAL WITH IT🤣🤣🤣I hope whoever is reading enjoyed!🥰 Just a little Easter egg I planted in there, 'Her compassion is a gift, she carried it with her always and forever.' Was inspired by 'Your compassion is a gift, Elena. Carry it with you...Always and Forever'. It's from The Vampire Diaries (another favorite show of mine) from Elijah's letter to Elena.

And the "It's okay...it's okay" was inspired by Allison's death in Teen Wolf, from when she was dying in Scott's arms. There is actually an edit sound of Will from Good Will Hunting crying and Allison saying 'It's okay'. I immediately thought of Dean and Y/N, so that's what inspired the ending. Look it if you want the full experience lol. Once again, hope you guys enjoyed and this chapter it not edited. Till the next episode!🫶

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Was It A Mistake - Part 5

Pairing: Bucky x Fem Reader Chapter Summary: Bucky watches some of the videos (you will see a few) and is finally able to talk to the reader. All flashbacks in italics. Warnings: Angst, Cursing

A/N: 2 updates today so I can get this fic done by Friday. Then I will be gone for awhile.

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Video 1~

Bucky is pacing in his room before a knock sounds. He answers and quickly drags Nat into the room and closes the door.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Barnes. You're acting like a psychopath!" Nat asks annoyed as Bucky starts pacing again.

"Sorry, I'm nervous. I'm going to ask Y/N to marry me, and I need your help to pick out the perfect ring for her," he says.

Nat stares at him. Bucky waits for her reaction and looks confused when she looks down at the floor for a moment before sighing.

"Are you really sure you want to do that? I mean... I don't think it's a good idea," Nat said sitting on the edge of the bed.

Bucky looks at her surprised by her words and crosses his arms in annoyance.

"Why not? We've been together for a long time and we're happy. Why shouldn't I take the next step with the woman I love?" he asked. Nat pats the spot next to her and gives Bucky a sympathetic look.

"Are you sure she's as happy as you?" Nat asked.

Bucky's eyes widen,"What do you mean? Has she said something?" He asks getting nervous.

Nat turned toward Bucky slightly, "Look, you can't tell anyone, especially Y/N, but she told me that she was thinking of breaking up with you. She was tired of all the extra stress being with you causes. She mentioned the nightmares, and how sometimes you aren't emotionally available to her. I was kinda surprised because she always seemed so happy, but apparently she isn't."

Bucky gasped in shock and immediately tears start to fall from his eyes, "She said all that? She-she doesn't want to be with me?" He asked, to which Nat nodded silently.

" Of course a woman as perfect as her wouldn't want a monster like me, who has more issues than the New York fucking Post," Bucky says burying his face in his hands.

Nat hugs him from the side, and Bucky leans into her shoulder and just cries.

"It's going to be ok, I promise. I'll be here for you every step of the way ok? But you have to promise not to tell ANYONE that I said something. Honestly, I wouldn't bring it up at all. Maybe start creating some distance between you, you know?" she advises.

Bucky just cries harder in her shoulder and nods in agreement.

Video 2~

You are sitting on your bed looking at something on your phone when Nat walks in.

"Hey, what's wrong? Your text sounded like you were upset," Nat asked.

You nodded getting emotional immediately, "I think Bucky's going to break up with me," you said before choking on a sob.

Nat immediately walked over and wrapped you in a tight hug. "Why do you think he that?" she asks.

You sniff and pull away from her, wiping your face with your hands, "Well, he's become very distant with me. He looks at me like I'm not even there. He barely even talks to me anymore, and he hasn't been sleeping in our bed. I don't know what I could've done wrong. We were fine! We were happy! I thought-" You stop and swallow another sob, "I thought we were going to get married and have a life together."

Nat runs her hand over your hair to calm you down as you start to sob again, "It'll be ok. Listen to me," she says as she turns your face toward hers, "You are a strong independent woman. You don't need a man to be happy. Sure, you love him, but it will be his loss if he breaks it off with you. In fact if he doesn't change his behavior, beat him to the punch and break up with him!" Nat says.

You blink and shake your head, "I don't want to break up with him. Maybe I should talk to Steve, or ask Bucky what's going on," you say as you start to get off the bed.

"No!" Nat shouts, startling you. "Don't you think Steve would be on Bucky's side on this? Whatever is bothering Bucky, he probably already told Steve and Steve is loyal to a fault. He would definitely lie to you. He would tell you to talk to Bucky so he wouldn't have to say anything, but we both know Barnes is stubborn and won't tell you what's wrong," she says.

You think about her words and nod in agreement, "I'll give him another week to see if things change, and then if they don't, maybe I will just end it since he doesn't want to be with me," you say sadly. Nat just nods in agreement with a small smile on her face.

Video 3~

You walk up to Steve in the gym as he's punching the punching bag. "Hey Steve, can we talk for a sec?" you ask.

Steve turns and gives you a small smile and nods, stepping away from the bag, "Sure, what's up?" he asks out of breath.

You take a deep breath to get your nerves. You think about what Nat told you, and you wanted to see if her theory is correct.

"Well, Bucky has become extremely distant with me over the past 2 weeks. He barely speaks 3 words to me, he doesn't sleep in our bed, and there is zero emotion in his eyes when he looks at me. Has he said anything to you that might be bothering him?" you ask.

Steve's eyebrows went up in shock, "No, not at all. You should talk to him about it though. Maybe he had a nightmare that he is having a hard time getting over. You know he shuts down sometimes," Steve said.

Your heart broke when he mentioned you should speak to Bucky, "Oh, ok. You're sure he hasn't mentioned anything to you?" you ask.

Steve shakes his head, "Nope. Sorry I can't be of more help, but I really suggest you just talk to him," he said.

You nod and exit the gym, and take out your phone to dial.

"Hey Nat. You were right about Steve. Pushed me right off to speak with Bucky. Maybe I should just call this what it was. We were just better as friends," you said before going into the elevator.

You're sitting in the living room of the Brooklyn apartment, drinking a cup of coffee and reading a book. When Steve brought you here, you were in awe.

“Steve, where did you get this place?” You ask as you bring your bag into the living room. It was a fully furnished 2 bedroom apartment. It was homey, it was perfect.

Steve smiled at you. “I bought it few years ago. Sometimes I need some alone time to regroup. Hard to do in the tower, so I bought an apartment in Brooklyn. You're the only person who knows about it now, besides me.”

You smile at Steve and walk up and give him a hug. “Well I really appreciate this, and I promise I won’t overstay my welcome. I just need to clear my mind and get away from the drama," you say as you pull away. Steve guides you to the master bedroom.

“You can stay here as long as you need. The bed is pretty comfortable. I have cable, but also a lot of DVDs in this drawer. There is a small store down the street for food, and a lot of cafes and restaurants in the area. And of course you know I am just a phone call away.”

“Thank you Steve, really.”

He gives you another hug. “Don’t mention it. Just try not to think about it. I will start compiling evidence and then we will go from there.”

You've enjoyed the peace and quiet, but you can’t stop thinking about what happened. Also, you really miss Bucky. He was your best friend, even when you were dating. You hated being apart. You just wish he wasn’t being controlled by Nat. What were you going to do about her? How would you be able to work with her after this?

You had a lot to consider after all was said and done. You hoped that Steve had enough evidence to prove to Bucky you were right. You still don't know what will happen with the two of you, but you can't think of that now.

Suddenly your phone rang. You looked at the Caller ID which read “Steve”. You smile and pick up, “Hey Stevie, how is everything going?”

“Hey, Y/N. He knows the truth, saw the videos, and we got more that I think you should see. He really wants to see you, but I just wanted to check with you first.”

You remained silent, as thoughts went through your head. Words became non-existent.

“Y/N?” Steve called.

You cleared your throat. “Um.. yeah. I-I’m here. Where does he want to meet?” You ask, your voice shaking from nerves.

“Are you ok if he comes to the apartment? Or do you want a public place?" Steve asks.

"Well if there is something for me to see then I think being in the apartment is better for privacy."

"I will give him the address, but are you sure you're okay with this? Do you want me to be there?” Steve asked, and you hear the concern in his voice.

“No, it’s okay Steve. We should probably talk alone. We have a lot of things to discuss. Give him the address,” you say, some confidence in your voice.

“Okay. Good luck!” Steve says before hanging up.

You close your book and think for a moment. You were going to be alone with Bucky. You were going to be able to put everything out on the table. He knows the truth now. But can you forgive him so quickly? He hurt you so bad, but you hurt him too. The lack of communication caused so much trouble.

You had to get ready. You knew Bucky would come running as soon as he had that address. You were going to be ready for him, and for the discussion of your lives.

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Bucky parked outside the apartment building. He couldn’t believe it when Steve told him about the apartment. Especially since it was in their old neighborhood. He walks into the building and straight up the steps to the 3rd floor.

When he walks up to the correct door, he has to take a deep breath. He's never been so nervous in his long life. He knocks and waits, his heart pounding as he hears your footsteps coming toward the door.

You open the door the reveal a somewhat disheveled Bucky. You could see he hasn’t slept in awhile, just by the exhaustion on his face and the dark circles under his eyes. It makes your heart break, slightly. You try to keep your face as emotionless as possible. Your goal is to get through this without crying.

“Hi,” you say quietly. Bucky looks at you and can’t help but admire how beautiful you look. His heart continues to pound in his chest, but now it’s because of the sight of you. God, he's missed you.

“Hi,” he says. “Can I come in?”

You nod and step back, allowing him access, closing the door behind him. Bucky stands in the kitchen, looking a little out of place. The silence hanging over both of you like a thick blanket. It was suffocating.

“Have a seat in the living room. Did you want a drink?” You ask hoping to improve the awkwardness.

Bucky shakes his head no, so you both walk into the living room. You sit on the love seat and wrap your feet under you, and Bucky sits on the couch adjacent to you.

“Thank you for allowing me to come. I know I'm probably the last person you want to see.” Bucky says, looking down at the floor.

You look at him and wait for his eyes to meet yours. Still not showing any emotion, you say, “You’re not the last person, but I can't argue that you are high on that list,” you say honestly.

“I get it. I hurt you, in more ways than one. And…” Bucky stops and sighs. "Before we get into my long winded apology, I think there's something you should see," Bucky says, taking the IPad out of his backpack. He pulls up the video of the day Nat told him you were going to break up with him, and hands it to you allowing you to watch.

You try to keep your composure as you watch and listen to Nat lie to Bucky and break his heart. The anger you feel for Natasha Romanoff is palpable. When the video is done you look at him trying not to cry, but the tears are threatening.

“I… I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry I ever listened to her and didn’t talk to you. I’m sorry I distanced myself and broke your heart. And I'm so fucking sorry for dating her. That was the second biggest mistake I've made in this situation. I can't believe I let her manipulate me so easily. I-" he sighs, "There is nothing else for me to say, except I’m sorry.”

Tears were now flowing freely down your cheeks. A part of you wanted to hold him in your arms and hold him while he cries, but a bigger part of you is still angry. “I understand that you’re sorry Bucky, but I don’t know how to move past this. I want to, but I’m so fucking pissed at you! Then again I guess I also fell into her web of lies, so you can't take 100% of the blame. She did the same thing to me. I fell for it and allowed her to talk me into breaking up with you. I handed you to her a fucking silver platter. You should be pissed at me just as much as I'm pissed at you!" you said covering your face.

Bucky kneels in front of you and pulls your hands away, "I saw the videos between you and Nat, and I'm sorry to say there are more videos between me and Nat that will fuel this flame even more. But I'm not pissed at you. I was at the time because of her lies, but now I know it was all her. Nat's lucky I haven't strangled her with my metal arm, yet," he says darkly.

"I guess I can't really be pissed at you for believing her when I did the same thing, but I am fucking pissed that you started to date her! You took her to our spot like it meant nothing to you! Like I meant nothing to you!" you said pushing him away.

"You have every right. I honestly can't tell you what I was thinking. I knew it was all wrong, and that I would never care for her like I do with you, but she made me feel better. She was that shoulder to cry on and the voice of reason in my head at the time. I latched on because I needed that. I'm so sorry, baby. I have no excuse for the restaurant, I was just an asshole," he says sniffing back his tears.

"A giant asshole," you say as you start to calm down.

He nods, "The biggest asshole in the world," he says.

"The universe," you counter making you both lightly laugh through your tears.

Bucky sits back up and cautiously takes your hands in his, "There are many things I'm sorry for, and many things I regret, but I want you to know, I need you know, that I never stopped loving you. Not even for a second. I kept hoping you would turn around and ask to get back together, but it didn't happen. It's my fault. All of this is my fault. I should have spoken to you the moment Nat came to me with that break up talk. I failed to protect you, and I'm sorry," he says softly.

"It's not all your fault, Buck. Again she lied to us both. I should've confronted you about why you were so distant the moment I noticed. I was so scared to lose you, and I let you go anyway. I never stopped loving you either," you said leaning your forehead against his.

"I love you, Y/N," Bucky said.

You take a deep breath, squeezing his hands, "I love you too, Bucky," you say.

You both stay like this more awhile, just enjoying the silence and closeness. The internal peace after saying what you needed to say.

“Where do we go from here?” you ask, sniffing.

Bucky kisses your forehead and then puts his back against yours. “Well, I think first we need to confront Nat, together. Then… I don’t know. It’s up to you if you want to try again. I will go with whatever you decide. I know I don’t deserve another chance, but god, I want another chance. I love you so much, Y/N. It’s you. It’s always been you, and even when I was with Nat, all I thought about was you.”

You pull Bucky close and look into his eyes. “I… I think I will need some time, but… I don’t think I can survive without you in my life. It hurts too much.” You say, giving him a small smile.

Bucky returns it. “Baby, I would rather die than not have you in my life.”

Suddenly you both bring your faces closer and smash your lips together. The kiss is full of urgency and passion. You allow him entrance into your mouth and drink in the taste of him. God, you missed him. You knew you wouldn’t be able to just pick up where you left off, but maybe with some time and communication you will make it.

When the need for air became too much, you both pulled back, panting. You allowed him to kiss you all over your face and neck. A part of you wanted to keep going and feel all of him, but the bigger part is telling you, no.

“Buck, we can’t,” you say pushing him away slightly.

He looks at you with all the love in his heart. “I know. I couldn’t help it. I've just missed you.”

You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck. “Well you have much to make up for before we go there. But, we also have to come up with a plan for Nat.”

Bucky nods, “I’ll give Steve the all clear sign, so he can come over. He said he's going to help us.”

You nod and watch as he reaches in his pocket for his phone. After texting Steve, he brings his eyes back to yours. Running his hands on every part of you body you allow, trying to re-familiarize. It had been too long since he held you like this.

He looks at your face, and sees your brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?” He asks, concerned.

You look at him, softening your features. “How're we going to work next to her after all of this?” You ask.

Bucky sits back on his heels. He hadn’t thought about that. “Lets take this one step at a time. I don’t want to make any decisions until everything is said and done.”

You nod, knowing he was right. You pull him closer and press kiss on his forehead. “I love you," you say.

Bucky looks at you and feels his heart swell. He can’t believe his luck that he was getting a second chance with you.

“I love you too. So much, and I'm going to prove it to you every day for the rest of my life.” You gave a full smile that made butterflies fly in his stomach and his heart flutter.

You were his, and he was yours. No one else mattered in that moment. But you knew the road ahead was not going to be easy. You didn’t know how far Nat was willing to lie to save her skin, or to what lengths she was willing to go to keep Bucky. But for now, in that small apartment in Brooklyn, while waiting for Steve, you both enjoyed your little bubble together.

Part 4 / Part 6

So while they are happy and kissy now, the reader still knows that things are not perfect between her and Bucky. But after being away from him for so long, she is allowing herself a moment to enjoy him again. Now we get to the climax of the story... what plan do they have for Nat? feedback is appreciated.

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v1rg1nl4mbx · 19 days

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Hi, @virg1n|4mbx! I love your works💋,but wouldn't it be a strange request with yan!chrollo and f!reader who has a boyfriend and he saw that f!reader has intimacy with yan!chrollo and f!reader didn't want intimacy with chrollo, but chrollo always like I want it,and I got it)

Chrollo, known for his patience, would wait until you developed Stockholm Syndrome before he did anything. He would have your boyfriend waiting in a room until all comes together. He would mess with your boyfriend in the meantime.

"Darling, won't you come with me? I have a surprise," he grins. He gets you plenty of gifts so you wonder what he thought of this time. He leads you into a room. It's dark until a flick sound causes the lights to turn on. In front of you is a wooden chair seating a familiar face. A rag in his mouth, a rag covering his eyes, ropes constricting his body to the chair.

"Chrollo...?"

He walks over and taps your boyfriend on the shoulder. His body jolts up but due to the restraints against him, he appears to not have even tried to move. you can see the rope digging into his wrists and ankles. A phantom pain hits you because of your empathy. Chrollo smiles at you. Without looking he slowly removes your past lover's blindfold. His pupils dilate slowly as he adjusts to the light. Eyebags that you didn't remember him having sunk into his skull. His gaze settles on you, and after a few moments of silence, tears well in his eyes, and he fights the rope again to go hug you. Chrollo hits the chair leg lightly. He walks over to you with a grin. A large, warm hand cups your face. "Ma chérie, tell me... who do you love?"

Before a single thought can form, your lips suddenly part, and in a soft, trembling voice, you confess, "I love you."

Chrollo smiles. Your boyfriend's brows furrow and he cries more. Screams muffled by the dirty rag he's forced to taste. Chrollo's other hand rests on your hip before kissing you passionately. Your eyes close tightly and your hands don't know where to go. You've kissed Chrollo thousands of times but not in front of anyone, especially nobody who knew you before. You settle for his shoulders while kissing him.

The kiss lingers as you attempt to block out the sound of your boyfriend's sobbing. Chrollo pulls away, placing one more chaste kiss on your lips. He whispers something in your boyfriend's ear and takes off his gag. With a hopeful glint in his eyes, he begs you.

"Please, babe, stop! You love me, right? Don't say that you love him! Don't kiss him! He's a fucking criminal for fuck's sake! What the hell are you thinking!?"

Tears well up in your eyes at his words. You start second-guessing everything. Was Chrollo who you truly loved? Was your mind playing tricks? What if this was all-

Before you can continue a fleshy sound bounces off the walls and into your ears. a warm liquid hits your face. At first, you're unaware of it. It slowly drips to your collarbone and that's when your thumb flicks across your cheek to look at it. Its bright red.

Looking up, Chrollo stands by your now limp and silent corpse of an ex. His left hand is coated in crimson, some staining his sleeve. "Don't look, love... you'll just get upset."

Chrollo's clean hand rests on your lower back. He leads you out of the room and tell you to go back to the bedroom. He'll meet you there in a second. When you're gone he reaches for his phone.

"Shizuku? I need your help. Don't worry, it'll be quick."

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dumplingsfordays · 10 months

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i'm your best friend, no?

pairing - best friend!roommate!thoma x reader

genre - fluff (comfort)

summary - after your (now ex) bf sends you some very... questionable texts, thoma, like the sweetheart that he is, lends a helping hand.

cw!: cheating, implied sex (between reader's bf and someone else), thoma being super duper sweet <3

note - couldn't pick a character bc I live for comfort fics so decided to do an (imo) underrated one 😭😭 haven't written for genshin in a bit so likeee might write some for it later

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ping!

You opened your eyes lazily, with a sigh escaping your slightly chapped lips. Your phone on your bedside table was making noise. What time was it, even?

Reaching over to grab it, you felt your head spin a little and feeling the chap-ness of your lips, you gave them a quick lick before turning on your phone.

Who sends this many notifications at 2 in the morning?

You glanced at the sender. Oh. That makes much more sense.

39 messages from babe

"Ughhhh... it's way too early for this."

ping!

"Oh, fine!" you whispered angrily to yourself, opening the messages. "It'll be fine, y/n, he probably just wants to apologize for yesterday. Always does."

To your shock and disappointment, the messages weren't an apology. They were photographic (and even audio, which disgusted you infinitely more) evidence of him cheating on you with some brunette girl. The first thing you noticed was how pretty she looked - wide doe eyes, reddened lips... and then you saw the background and other details of the photos and almost vomited.

Almost immediately your eyes shot to the texts, praying that you would find an apology or at least an excuse.

were having sm fun baby, come join us ;)

What. The. Fuck.

All the other texts were written in the same fashion. There were no apologies or excuses - only sleazy, vile invitations and comments on how the brunette did everything so much better than you did. Was he trying to make you jealous by cheating on you? If so, it didn't work at all. You were positively horrified.

Diving under your blanket with record speed, you started to quietly sob. Fat tears formed at the corners of your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks, and your bottom lip trembled violently as you shuddered. How could he? Why? Were you not good enough for him? Were your eyes too big or too small? Were your lips too pale or too red? Was your personality annoying?

You knew what to do, but you didn't have the strength to do it.

And then, interrupting your thoughts, came a voice. Your roommate's voice, specifically.

"Hey, you alright in there?"

You didn't want to call out and pretend that you were sleeping, but alas, your brain chose otherwise before you could even decide.

"Y-yeah," you sniffled, "I'm good."

"No you're not, you're crying. I can hear it in your voice."

God, why did he have to be so insistent?

"y/n," he continued. "If something's happened you can always tell me. I'm your best friend, no?"

After a pause you reluctantly accepted. "Oh, fine."

You shifted, lifting the blanket and sliding your feet into the slippers beside your bed. They were unpleasantly cold, but you didn't really care - the floor was probably colder, and this was better than nothing. Slippers squeaking slightly on the floor, you made your way to the door and opened it to a very messy-looking, and very worried, Thoma.

"Hey, sweetie," he muttered as he furrowed his eyebrows, using that oh-so-familiar nickname. You smiled sadly in return. The blond reached out to you and pulled you in for a hug, and as you felt his arms loop around you, he sighed into your shoulder.

"C'mon, tell me what happened."

At this you couldn't hold in your tears any longer. They poured out of your eyes like a river, probably staining the white shirt that he had on, but he didn't seem to mind - in fact, he leaned in and let you hold on to him.

Deciding that it was best to let you lay down, Thoma scooped you up into his arms and carried you to your bed, where he placed you on the sheets, covering you with the blanket as you sniffled.

"My boyfriend," you started, grasping Thoma's hands in yours, "he- he sent me some texts just now and-"

You burst into tears all over again. Just say it, you thought to yourself, just do it! Why is this so hard for you, y/n?

"Oh, sweetie," Thoma cooed in return, leaning over to hug you warmly. "Do you wanna show me the texts or do you want me to wait a sec?"

You nodded weakly, plucking your phone from where you left it on the nightstand and unlocking it. You handed it to Thoma, whose eyes widened upon glancing at the messages. His brows furrowed as he scrolled further down, only raising in disgusted shock as he reached the bubble that finally made you break.

were having sm fun baby, come join us ;)

"What the fuck is your boyfriend thinking?" he whispered, looking back at your reddened cheeks and trembling lip as he finally laid down beside you.

"I don't know," you replied, sliding farther under the covers. "I mean, he did this before, but he apologized-"

"y/n, he did this before? And you didn't dump him?"

"N-no, but-"

"Sweetie," he sighed as he put the phone back and hugged you again. "When your partner cheats on you, never stick around. Doesn't matter how much they shower you in praise or how many dates they take you on, 90% of the time they will do it again. You put your trust in him and he broke it twice. I'd say that's more than enough cause to leave him."

"But why did he do it? Are my eyes too small or big compared to that girl in the picture? Am I uglier than her? Is my personality worse? Am I a bad person, Thoma?"

His expression turned from one of perplexed anger to one of consolation as he spoke.

"No, no, you're a wonderful person," he said gently, "I honestly don't know either. You're gorgeous and stunning and every time I see you, you bring a smile to my face regardless of how bad of a day it's been. You're not a bad person and I hate to see you think of yourself that way."

His hands gave yours a small, comforting squeeze as you sniffled.

"Thanks, Thoma. I think you're a wonderful person too," you smiled softly, tears still running down your cheeks.

He chuckled quietly in return. "Of course. Now, are you gonna go to bed, or do you wanna stay up for a little bit and watch a movie or something?"

"A movie sounds nice. But we're watching it together, right?"

"Only if you want to."

"Yeah, I do."

Returning your smile, he sat up, still holding your hand, and as you grabbed a large blanket from your closet, you realized that you couldn't have wished for a better roommate.

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transmascaraa · 9 months

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bf!lyney headcannons!

you have a nightmare and your pretty boyfriend is there for you...

bf!lyney x m!reader

author's note: so this is basically based on a dream i had last night lmao so i thought of writing some nightmare comfort😻 it was a dream but it was sad n scary. you can start reading rn. the rest of this is the nightmare and it'll be the nightmare used in this lmao🫶 | basically me and lyney were on some type of mission, i remember first i was running behind him telling him he's doing really good or whatever and then he entered some old crushed building and i entered just after him and he wasn't there. so i looked out the window, looked up, and saw him hanging, bleeding, i remember a drip of blood getting on my face and then i like started crying in my dream idk then i woke up. help😰

"shh... it's okay..."

-both of you were sleeping, wrapped in eachother's arms, nothing seemed wrong

-until you started shifting around, and finally waking up. sitting up, breathing heavily, heart pounding, and crying

-lyney woke up because he didn't feel you in his arms anymore

-"mmmon amour?... what's wrong?..." he sleepily asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up to see you better

-you turned to look at him, crying even more now.

-but you just hugged him tight while burying your face in his neck

-"l-lyney..." you sobbed

-he was worried and started thinking about anything and everything he's ever done.

-what happened?

-"mon chéri... what's wrong?..." he asked you while planting a soft kiss to the top of your head

-"n-nightmare..." you muttered under your breath, but enough for him to hear.

-"shh... breathe..." he just held you tighter and whispered a quiet "it's okay..." to you.

-after calming down a bit, you pulled away from him and started rubbing the little space between your nose and your cheek.

-you visibly wanted to clean something.

-"what wrong? you have nothing there?..." he asked you, a bit confused.

-"i-i... i-in the dream... b-blood..." you couldn't continue that easily, you put your head on lyney's shoulder and let your hands rest in his lap

-"take your time, my dear..." he was patient with you, no wonder you loved him.

-"we were on a mission, you and me... and... you went into an old building and disappeared... a-and then... i went in... i didn't see you so i looked out the window, t-then looked up..." you started crying again.

-"mhm..." he listened to you intently, wrapping his arms around you again. he was already concerned.

-"i-i saw you... h-... ha-... h-hanging... a-and bleeding... a-a-and a drip of b-blood... fell on my face... t-then i just cried..." you hugged him back tight and sobbed once again.

-only now you know how much it would hurt you for him to die.

-you couldn't take it.

-he was everything.

-lyney was worried after hearing that, and cupped your face, making you look at him.

-he wiped away your endless tears with his thumbs.

-"i know you have high beliefs in the meanings of dreams, but i'm right here, mon chéri, and that drop of blood doesn't mean anything. i'm alright... nothing bad will happen to me..." he rubbed the place of where the blood was supposed to be and kissed your nose.

-"i-i'm glad... t-thank you, lyney..." you took a few deep breaths and felt a bit better.

-"you're welcome, [name]..." he then kissed your forehead.

-"please stay... i love you..." you said to him, leaning your head on one of his hands.

-"i will... i love you too, mon chéri..." he finally kissed you on the lips. softly, and truly.

-the two of you wouldn't know where you'd be if you hadn't found the other one.

-you two were one.

-inseparable<3

~~~~~

i love angst/fluff sm it's my way of living.

this dream made me sad tho thinking of his 5th story(i think it was the 5th???)

anyways i hope you guys have a good day/night and remember to have more normal dreams‼️

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin lyney #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney fluff #lyney angst #genshin impact lyney #genshin angst #honestly i WOULD cry. i would break down if he died.#lyney x male reader #lyney x m!reader #· nyx's genshin hcs *⁠.⁠✧

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PETEY

(from an idea by @crawlingcoffin)

"Beej, what are you doing?"

Beej whirled around, his hair flashing a mixture of magenta and white that Lydia had never seen before. "Who, me? I ... I-I'm not doing anything! Nope, not little old me! What makes you think I'm doing something?"

"You're hiding something behind your back," Lydia pointed out.

"What? No, I'm not -- see?" And he brought both of his hands forward to show her, turning them over and over. "See?" he said again. "Nothing!"

Lydia scoffed. "You can grow extra arms whenever you want to."

The demon frowned, annoyed that she remembered that.

"Now let's see it."

"No."

That took Lydia by surprise. "What? Why not?"

Beej swallowed nervously. "If I show you, you'll tell everybody," he said. "And they won't let me keep him."

"Beej," Lydia said gently, putting her hands on his shoulders. "You're my best friend. Even when we betrayed you ... even when I killed you, you still wanted to be friends. I promise I won't tell anyone -- it'll be our little secret. But," she added, "only if you show me."

He sighed and nodded, and held out the shoebox. "Be careful," he said. "I think he's hurt."

Lydia lifted the lid and looked inside. There, curled up on an old dishtowel, lay a small animal with coarse grey fur, a white face, and a long snout and tail. It looked dead.

"An opossum!" Lydia gasped.

"I found him by the side of the road," the demon told her. "He was all alone, and I thought maybe he was hurt. Is he hurt?"

"I ... I can't see any injuries," Lydia replied. "But we should take him to the vet, just in case."

"No!" Beej cried. "I found him, I'm gonna take care of him!"

"Beej, listen -- if he's hurt, a vet will be able to fix him better than either of us could. You want him to get better, don't you?"

"But he's my friend! " Beej sobbed. "He needs me! I ... I need him! "

"What are you talking about?"

"I hafta prove that I can take care of him," the demon told her. "That I'm better than ... than ..."

"Than Juno?"

He nodded.

"Okay," she said. "I get it. But a vet can tell us how to take care of him."

Beej's face was a study in warring emotions as he considered this, his hair now a mix of magenta and purple. Finally he relented. "Okay," he said morosely.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "But he's coming home with me afterwards."

*****

"He's about five months old, and his leg is broken," Dr Harris told them after examining the opossum. "But otherwise, he's in good condition. We'll keep him here until he --"

"No! " Beej exclaimed.

"What my ... brother means is we were hoping we could look after him," Lydia explained quickly. "Just until he's better. Beej is really worried about him." She took the vet aside. "BJ's, uh ... autistic," she told him. "And he's bonded with the little guy -- is there any way you could let us take him home with us?"

"Well," Dr Harris said, "it's not like owning a dog or a cat -- he's still a wild animal. If this was last year, I'd have to report it to Fish & Wildlife. But Connecticut recently changed the law, and it is actually legal to own an oppossum in the state now." He smiled gently. "I'll get you some literature ..."

*****

Once they were outside, Beej hugged her tightly. "You're the best!" he laughed, spinning Lydia around in circles. He set her down, and she reeled slightly. "Let's get Petey home!"

"Petey?"

"That's what I'm gonna call him."

"Why 'Petey'?"

" 'Cause he looks like a Petey," he said matter-of-factly. He lifted the lid of the shoebox and peeked inside -- the juvenile opossum, his rear left leg encased in a tiny splint, looked up at the demon and hissed.

Beej grinned. "I think he likes me."

Lydia smirked.

*****

"An opossum? " Charles exclaimed. "No," he said, shaking his head. "We can't keep an opossum in the house -- it's a wild animal."

"Please, Daddy? He's injured," Lydia told him.

"I'm sorry, Pumpkin, but --"

"I've been reading up," she persisted. "They don't usually bite, they don't carry diseases -- and they eat bugs, mice, snakes ... all kinds of pests."

"Just like me," Beej said.

"Well, the eating pests part, at least," Lydia quipped. "And it's just until he's better," she added. "Please, Daddy -- it would mean a lot to me. And Beej."

Charles looked over at the demon, who gave him his best sad-puppy look. He exchanged glances with Delia.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"Well," she said, "we let BJ live here -- and he's a demon." She looked at her adopted son. "And it might be good for him to be responsible for its care and feeding."

Beej nodded encouragingly. "It would be good for me."

"Is it even legal to keep an opossum in Connecticut?"

Lydia nodded. "Dr Harris said it is -- we don't even need a permit."

Charles sighed. "It seems I'm outvoted. All right, he can stay -- but just until he can fend for himself."

"Thanks, Daddy!" Lydia said, throwing her arms around his waist. Suddenly she stepped back and frowned. "Wait -- are you talking about Petey? Or Beej?"

"Har-dee-har-har!" Beej retorted, scowling comically. "Very funny! Laugh it up, scarecrow!"

*****

Late that night, the entire household was jolted awake by a bloodcurdling scream.

Everyone rushed in to the master bedroom to find Charles and Delia sitting bolt upright in the bed, holding each other tightly. Petey was lying in the corner.

Beej went over to the opossum and picked him up gently, fearing the worst, but Petey stirred at his touch and began licking the demon's hand.

"What the hell happened?" Barbara asked.

"I-I'm sorry," Charles said. "I ... he startled me. I didn't mean to ..."

"What happened?" Barbara asked again.

"I was asleep ... he was licking my face ... I didn't hurt him -- I swear to you, BJ! I ... I guess I frightened him when I yelled. I'm so sorry ..."

"It's okay," Delia said. "Petey's okay -- right, BJ?"

The demon nodded, but there were tears in his eyes. "He was just tryna say thank you for letting him stay, weren't you, buddy?"

Charles nodded, his face a mask of anguish. "I know -- it's just ... I was asleep. I'd never do anything to hurt him, BJ -- you must believe me!"

Beej nodded. "I know," he replied. "I know you wouldn't hurt him. I-I'm sorry he scared you -- I'll make sure he stays with me from now on." He lifted the opossum up so that they were face to face. "You gotta stay with me, Petey," he told him. "You can't go wandering around scaring people like that, okay? That's my job."

In reply, the opossum chittered and licked the demon's nose.

"Petey promises not to do that again," Beej said.

"Okay!" Delia said brightly. "Well, now that that's settled, who's in the mood for some tea?"

*****

Within a couple of days, Petey was responding to his name, and would follow Beej around like a puppy -- sometimes the opossum would even ride around on his shoulder, his prehensile tail curled around Beej's arm, snuffling the demon's ear and making him laugh.

He quickly ingratiated himself to the Deetzes and the Maitlands as well, grinning toothily whenever they approached, but Beej was clearly his favourite.

Adam built a little home for him in Beej's room, Lydia bought a case of canned cat food, a bag of kibble and a litter box (which he learned to use within a day), and Barbara began setting aside a portion of cut-up fruit and vegetables -- and sometimes chicken -- for Petey every evening when she was cooking. And true to his word, the opossum no longer wandered into other people's bedrooms at night.

Even Charles warmed up to the animal. "He's ... not so bad," he admitted to Delia one evening. "It seems you were right -- Petey has been good for BJ. And he's not as much trouble as I thought he'd be."

"See?" she replied. "I told you! And really -- who could resist that face? Those crossed eyes, the little pink nose, the whiskers ... he's just so cute!"

"Are we talking about Petey or BJ?" Charles chuckled.

She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed happily. "Our little family just keeps getting bigger and bigger."

"I just hope it doesn't get too big," Charles said. "We'll have to get a bigger house."

*****

"Honestly, I'm really surprised," Lydia said at dinner. "Beej is a pretty good dad -- I didn't think he had it in him. Who knew he could be so patient?"

"Thanks," Beej said.

"Petey brings out the best in him," Delia agreed.

"I think it's because they've got a lot in common," Adam said. "I mean, opossums don't get a lot of love, right? They're kinda scary looking, and they don't smell great, and they eat garbage and bugs ..."

"Just like Beej," Lydia grinned.

"Exactly," Delia nodded. "They're both misunderstood."

"Beej is pretty good with Lily, too," Barbara pointed out. "He's been a big help with her."

"I try," the demon said modestly.

"You certainly do," Delia agreed, patting his hand. "And we're all very proud of you."

Beej's hair blushed pink.

"He and Lily have a lot in common, too," Lydia replied, smirking. "The whining, the crying, the need for constant attention --"

"Hey! " Beej exclaimed indignantly. "I'm sitting right here!"

"-- but we love you anyway," Lydia said, putting her arms around him and giving him an affectionate hug.

*****

"What do you think?" Barbara asked, holding up her latest piece of knitting -- a small black-and-white-striped sweater vest with green trim on the collar, armholes and bottom.

Adam smiled. "It's adorable -- but, uh ... I don't think it'll fit me."

"It's not for you, silly!" she laughed. "It's for Petey."

"You made a sweater for an opossum?" Adam grinned.

"Well, their body temperature is lower than other mammals," she said. "And they don't hibernate -- he'll need something to keep him warm in the winter. And I made it so that I can let it out as he gets bigger."

Adam chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm sure he'll love it." Then he had a thought. "Beej might get jealous, though," he smirked.

"I thought of that," she replied. "That's why I'm making a matching sweater vest for him."

"If they're both wearing matching sweaters, how will we tell them apart?"

"I'm putting their names on them -- see?" Barbara said with a grin, turning the sweater to show the name PETEY in red on the back.

Adam chuckled again. "Seems you've thought of everything."

"It's almost time for Lily's feeding," Barbara said, putting the sweater away. "Could you get her?"

"Of course," Adam said, and went over to the crib where their ghost-baby daughter was just waking up from her nap. Barbara settled herself in the rocking chair, and Adam placed the infant in his wife's arms.

"I still have a hard time believing that ghosts can breastfeed," he said.

"I still have a hard time believing that ghosts can give birth," Barbara replied. She eased her left breast free of her blouse and shifted her position slightly so that Lily could suckle.

"Hey, guys!" Beej said, appearing suddenly.

"Right on cue," Adam sighed. "You know, you don't have to watch every time."

"I just wanna make sure Babs is doing it right," the demon quipped.

"Where's Petey?" Barbara asked.

"He's takin' a nap," Beej told her. "So I thought I'd come and see if you need any help with ... anything." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Thanks," Barbara chuckled. "But I think I've got this."

"Okay, well ... I'll just stick around. You know, just in case."

"Uh-huh," Adam replied. " 'Just in case'. Right. Well, maybe this time you could try not to drool."

*****

"Petey's important to you, isn't he?" Delia asked. She and Beej were in her studio for the day's session, and the opossum was perched, as usual, on the demon's shoulder.

Beej nodded. "He's just like me," he said. "Misunderstood, like you said."

"Is that why you wanted to take care of him? Because he reminds you of yourself? Or is there another reason?" When the demon didn't answer, she said, "According to Lydia, this is about Juno."

"I'm better than she was," he told her.

"Oh, honey -- of course you are!" Delia exclaimed, hugging him. "You're nothing like her! She was a bitter old woman who didn't know a good thing when she had it. You don't need to prove that you're better than her."

"Yes, I do. I hafta prove it to myself. Besides, everybody else has somebody to take care of. Babs and Sex-- uh, Adam -- have Lily, you and Chuck have Lydia ... I wanna prove that I can take care of somebody, too."

"And you're doing a wonderful job," she smiled. "Petey's growing so fast! And he clearly loves you. You should be very proud of yourself, BJ."

Beej bit his lip, his hair turning pink.

"Now," Delia said. "Time for some yoga."

*****

Petey was lying on the floor, his fur streaked with red.

A few days later, Lydia was awakened before dawn by a thunk. She lay in bed for awhile, waiting to see if the noise would be repeated, and finally she got up and went to the kitchen to investigate. When she got there she froze in shock.

"Oh, God," she gasped, and ran to get everyone.

Beej's hair turned purple when he saw, and he let out a wail and rushed over to the opossum as the others gathered around, holding one another in sorrow.

The demon gently lifted the animal, cradling him in his arms. "No! " he whimpered. "Please, don't be ... don't be dead!"

"BJ," Charles said, "I'm so sorry --"

Beej stroked the coarse fur, and suddenly he got a confused look on his face. "What the fuck? This ... this isn't blood," he said. He brought his fingers to his nose, and then he gave them a tentative taste. "It's ... strawberry jam??? "

"Oh, God!" Lydia exclaimed. "I got hungry last night and I made myself a PB&J -- I must've forgotten to put the jam away!"

"So he's not dead?" Adam asked.

"He's just overdosed on sugar!" Barbara giggled in relief.

Sure enough, Petey woke up and looked at Beej, his crossed eyes trying to focus, and he began slobbering and rubbing his face against the demon's hand.

"He's okay! " Beej sobbed happily. "You're okay!" He hugged the opossum happily, his hair bright green. "You can't scare me like that, Petey -- I'm the demon, not you! "

Petey chittered in reply.

"I don't care," the demon chided him. "You're not supposed to eat an entire jar of jam! Yeah, I know it's good, but that's too much -- you coulda made yourself really sick. Now, let's get you cleaned up, okay? And promise me that you won't do anything like that again."

The opossum chittered again.

"Okay," Beej replied. "He's learned his lesson."

"So have I," Lydia said. "No more midnight snacks. Sorry, Beej."

*****

"He's progressing very nicely," Dr Harris said when they brought Petey in to get the cast removed. "The two of you have done a fine job looking after him -- he's already reached full size."

"Thanks," Beej said, smiling. He reached out his hand and Petey quickly climbed up Beej's arm to sit on the demon's shoulder, where he began chittering and licking Beej's ear, his long tail curled around Beej's bicep. "Hey!" Beej giggled. "That tickles!"

Dr Harris shook his head. "That's amazing," he said. "Opossums aren't normally so affectionate."

"They ... have a lot in common," Lydia told him with a wry grin. "Is that why he's so much ... fluffier now? Because we've been taking care of him?"

The vet nodded. "It's something that seems to happen with opossums -- once they're domesticated, they get fluffier and more appealing. And smarter, too. It's as if domestication allows them to reach their full potential."

"Petey's got a lot of potential," Beej said. He looked down at his feet. "I love him so much. And ... and he loves me." He brushed away the tears that suddenly filled his eyes.

Lydia put a hand on his other shoulder and smiled warmly. Then she turned to the vet, a look of concern in her eyes. "I read that opossums only live, like, about one or two years," she said.

Dr Harris nodded. "In the wild, yes -- unfortunately, they don't really have any defenses against predators, except for the whole playing dead thing ... and, of course, none at all against becoming road kill. But in captivity, with proper care, they can sometimes live a good four to seven years or more." He smiled. "I think Petey will have a long and happy life with you and your brother."

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