#creature reader

Billy Loomis

♡ (I don't think we give him enough credit for his off putting creepy behavior or his odd ways. He'd be the most down for corpsey you. Like, he's a freak of nature with pretty privledge. In another life, he was a gothic outcast like Lisa in male form let's be real.)

♡ He'd go to the cemetery to think. Smoke. Sometimes he talked to your gravestone seeing you were near his age when you died. You liked hearing him. Wishing you could reach up to hold his hand but alas a pine box and 6 feet of dirt stood in your way.

♡ "Must be nice...Wish I was with you sometimes. Instead I'm studying for English while I'm dying inside slowly. Probably as rotten inside as you are...Corny, huh?" He chuckled wryly and patted your tombstone.

♡ When you stumble to his house on a stormy night while his Dad was away doing God knows what; he obviously flipped. He went to stab you and you just looked down at the knife and pulled it out. A bit of your rot going out with it.

♡ He backed up against a wall breathing heavily. Eyeing you till you put the knife down and pointed at a picture he took of your grave on his bedroom wall.

♡ You're dead eyes look pleased when he remembers and you went to hug him and he was a bit like...No. Pushing you away with a grimace.

♡ Yet, he looks at you in wonder. Intrigued how you work, your anatomy...And he's actually flattered you came to him. That you were 'special' in the same dark way he was.

♡ You're disheartened when he specified he wanted to be in the ground too, not necessarily with you. It hurt. Being rejected in death like you were in life.

♡ "Oh Fuck-" He grumbled pinching his nose at your tears. "Okay if you're gonna be dead; you're gonna be clean and dead. Shit-" But he muses, "This is like Re-Animator. Or Frankhooker only I didn't pick your parts." You give him an offended look and he smirks, "Oh? You got sensibilities? I just saw a worm fall out of you."

♡...He had a point but you were still offended.

♡ He gives you one of his oversized polo shirts or flannels. He slid his fingers over your cold thigh, curious as can be as you lightly went to smack it then realizing...Oh right. No hand. How Embarrassing.

♡ He smirked in fascination and lifted your wrist to examine it, "Bit of a problem." You couldn't help watching how his beautiful dangerous dark eyes looked at you, "You need parts...And I think I know exactly how to get them." You grunted in response and he raised a brow, "What? I won't give you some ugly old wrinkled hand or something. Don't worry about it...I'll take care of you. Promise."

♡ Let's you sleep in his closet and he SHOULD be mortified but instead he's like a young boy who has a secret friend no one knows about.

♡ Gets you a hand and you blink as he still had blood on a rag it was wrapped in. "Hey, don't worry. I told you I'd get it. You're like my newest thing to focus on. Like...Like Edward Scissorhands even if I'm no Winona...More like the mom." He jokingly mused while putting the new hand on your wrist. You grunted but relented as he sewed the hand onto yours. Both of you disappointed it didn't work. He paced the room in annoyance, "Damn... There's gotta be something-" when...The neighbor did have a faulty tanning bed they didn't use anymore

♡ Treats you like a beloved experiment. Enjoying his kills having a purpose to bring the perfect girl/guy/person to life.

♡ It even distracts him from getting revenge on Sidney. Sometimes.

♡ He eases into bed with you, "Hey...You're dead you know. I'm not waiting around till you're alive to get laid. I mean, does everything...Even...Ya know, work?" He mused aloud. His eyes scanning your body barely covered by his flannel as you may not blush yet but your skin was a blu-ish flesh tone or getting more warm by the day and you watched and let his hand...Travel curiously.

♡ Finds it endearing that you don't like him having a girlfriend or beinh so close to Stu, "Aw, you want me all to yourself? I have a lot of chicks I have sex with you know-" Grins wider at you almost fully alive again grumbling and holding his pillow in bed with a pout. He loves feeling wanted. Adores it especially with a girlfriend like Sidney that was too nice, too pure, too trusting. He craved a possesive partner that wants him and only him...But damn it, this living man was all you had. You had no one but him. And he had such pretty eyes too.

♡ He's secretly very possessive of you even if he gives you a hard time. When you sneak out and some guys were flirting/haggling you; he yells at you then drags you back before holding you close reminding you you were HIS secret. HIS deadgirl/guy/person. HIS project. HIS.

♡ You knew his killing was getting erratic near Fall time and on the night before the murders; he fully makes you alive and you both don't hesitate to explore. Why not? Go all the way making the night special. He reasons horror movie logic doesn't work on supernatural creatures like you

♡ The night he dies; You're devastated beyond belief and you sneak out and get his body from the morgue not caring if your caught and resurrect him with that tanning bed

♡ He's not as dead as you were but has no memories solid. That bullet scrambling his brain a bit and if anything; it's perfect. You take care of him while trying to make him alive. No revenge, no mommy issues, no murder. Just you...Just you and him. A twisted couple but together forever.

Stu Macher

♡ He only knew your grave from it being a shortcut as a tween to home. THEN he used it to scare kids with the shtick of, 'watch out...You say the name at midnight and she comes back!'

♡ Screamed so shrill and loud he'd never admit it when showed up at his house covered in mud and clearly a corpse. He screamed like a young girl at you actually showing up on his doorstep undead both out of longing and annoyance of him constantly PESTERING your resting place

♡ "Get away from me you undead freak of nature!! Bro, I SAID GET BACK!!" Followed by him throwing a pot at your head and you groaning in discomfort and annoyance clutching your rotting head.

♡ He finally mustered his usual bravado when you were thumbing through his CD collection, "Ugh nooooo! Goddamn, why?!" He grimaced. "Man, you got your nasty dead fingerprints all over my shit!" You ignored him and tried sitting the CD on top the CD player expecting it to work like a record. He raised a brow, "Uh no. Get with the times, babe." And begrudgingly played it for you properly.

♡ He watched you listening to the music and get mud and worms and body juices- "Oh damn it, get in the bathtub! Fuuucckkk, man. I just got this carpet my parents are gonna kill me." He grumbled shoving you in the tub

♡ He watched you get in washing away grime as he cringed, "Man, you smell awful. Like, I'm gonna puke just looking at you-"

♡ If you threw a worm at him from your insides for being an ass it would so funny. You should do that so he screams again.

♡ After he gets over the shock he's calling Billy up and nervous and of course Billy thinks he's high or pranking him and hangs up just for you to be standing behind him

♡ Does question if he can use you like a pin cushion and you feel no pain just for you to lift your shirt and remind him if he tries to take out his sick lil urges on you...It ain't blood. It's decades of rotting insides and flesh and body juice.

♡ He's gagging but morbidly curious, "Eewwwwww, you're fucking disgusting." As he goes to poke a hole on your rotting torso and you smack him with your stump of a wrist where your one hand is missing, "Soorryyy, got it. Don't finger your holes." He joked and you grumbled tempted to crawl back to your grave in annoyance at him.

♡ He's cleaning frantically and doesn't let you help after you bent over and more...Stuff came out of you through the shirt he gave you and onto the carpet but he does wonder aloud, "Wonder if we put you together like, I don't know, Frankenstein or something if it would work?" He looked at you as you shrugged with a grunt unable to do much else as a corpse

♡ He warns you to stay in the attic and you definitely did not enjoy that but shrugged as you busied yourself going through his families belongings. You saw the dolls hanging up in there, grunted and kept it moving

♡ You secretly disliked Tatum and how she talked to him and he was over the moon teasing thinking his dead toy was jealous. He even made remarks that hurt your feelings but you didn't cry. Didn't give him the satisfaction of finding something else to nitpick. He had new girls behind Tatum's back there constantly anyways.

♡ You...May have coughed up a worm as a fuck you in him and Tatum's popcorn one makeout movie night when they were distracted.

♡ But you blinked at him getting you and hand that didn't match you. Blinking but he was already sewing it on and excitedly saying, "Don't worry, I got it. Man, this is gonna be so friggin cool!"

♡ He told you to get in Leslie's old tanning bed she said had a short in it and cranked it up...To your shock...It actually worked. Shocking your system.

♡ He grinned smugly, "Ha! Knew it...Wonder if I can sew a dick on you or big tits or-" You glared with your newfound muscles in your face restored and he held his hands up, "Alright alright. Jokes, jeez."

♡ You started to realize he may have initially acted normal but was anything but. He WANTED to show you off like some fair project and you refused for obvious reasons. He was charming and a huge risk taker to the point of being a ditz but also not. He was an odd conundrum

♡ He was cute obviously but he crushed on you first having bizarre taste. "Ya know..." He had you in his bed with his sister one oversized nightgown on you. "I always wondered what it would be like to...Ya know...Do stuff with a stiff-" You gave him the most bewildered offended look, "I'm just saying! I wouldn't do it. And you're...Undead, not the same morally." He rolled his eyes with a huff but eyed you and got closer. "Just...I mean, you're like the ultimate doll. Just for me. And you can't blame a guy for being curious."

♡...You were also curious but thankfully his parents came home and you groaned as back up to the attic you went. He did provide magazines for you though

♡ You just had one more 'part' left to replace in an embarrassing area and he used the night at the party as Ghostface to get it. Billy still didn't believe him and he seemed to not care. Not wanting to 'share' with Billy anyways

♡ Bloody and looking better than you wanted to admit he smiled like a kid in a store sewing it on and touching you along the way in a way that surpringly made your undead carcass...Warm.

♡ People still drunk at the party complained when the power went out when he fully resurrected you to living breathing tissue and you and him despite your better judgment kissed and...Tested out your parts.

♡ He had it in his head you were his toy and doll and thing and you disliked being a thing and yet the way he made you feel alive literally and metaphorically...Maybe you could play along.

♡ When he died that night from the tv you brought him back before cops could fully investigate. He wanted to go back for Billy but didn't hesitate to leave him either once he came to

You were a killer, and a silent one at that. The survivors always dreaded rounds where you were in them, easy to get away from but hard to get out of when lured by you. Most maps have shadows, or fairly dark so It was good for you. Survivors in shadowy areas, not expecting you to kill them is always such a beauty to see the survivors collapse to you. 1x1x1x1 generally didn't pay you no mind, you didn't talk much and just hid away for the most part. You were 2D or 3D as well, 1x1x1x1 was born from 4D origins so very different realms of this world. She thought of you naturally, a being of shadows that kills was admirable. But the only thing that annoyed him was that strange feeling of being watched all the time due to you. She could be training in her personal limbo and just felt the weird stares behind his back. But one day she found out why that was the reason, you chose to hang out in her limbo. He saw your glowing eyes in the shadowy parts of her limbo, which was a darker version of crossroads. There were a lot of shady spots, and darkness to the realm. One time she was fed up with this, he walked over to you to assumably tell you to leave his realm but you disintegrate in a way just appearing somewhere else. He didn't know the reason why but it came from her light, he generally immitted light as well.

You’re disappointed. It’s the first time you met an angel, and he looks like a middle-aged dude in an ugly trench coat. He even wears a boring tie.

“Dean,” Castiel doesn’t answer. He worriedly looks at his friend, ready to attack you if needed. “What is this creature doing here? She’s dangerous to be around.”

“Why?” Dean cocks his head. “She’s living with us for months and nothing happened. Y/N is not a monster nor a creature. She has a special power, is all. Just like you with your grace.”

“That’s not the same, Dean,” the angel argues. “If she decides you’re her enemy, she could kill you. Both.” Sternly looking in your direction, Castiel huffs. “Let me bring her away.”

“Hey, I thought you were nice,” you pout at Castiel. “There I was thinking angels are cool and all shiny. But you’re a butt.”

“A butt?” Castiel furrows his brows.

“Yeah,” you nod eagerly. “You’re a butt, Mr. Angel. I don’t like you.” Pointing your index finger at Castiel, you stick your tongue out. “I’ll get some food now. You better not follow me, or I’ll throw a pie at you.”

“Not my pie!” Dean hastily says. “Sweetheart, do not throw my pie at him!”

“Pie?” Castiel is as confused as when he first met the Winchesters, or humans in general. “Dean, she could easily kill any being in this world. Maybe even archangels.”

Dean furrows his brows. How can the woman who fought alongside the brothers be a threat to them? You did nothing wrong. Killing monsters or demons to keep them from abusing your powers is not evil in his eyes.

Castiel shakes his head. He can see in Dean’s eyes that you already sneaked your way into his heart and life. The angel keeps an eye on you fighting with a bag of chips.

“Dammit, open. I’m hungry and want to throw food at wings,” you grunt and curse, fighting with the bag until you rip it into two halves. The chips end up on the ground – leaving you hungry and frustrated.

“Y/N.” Sam sighs deeply. He just cleaned the floor. “Why did you do this?”

“Fucking chips,” you grunt and stomp onto the chips. “I wanted something to eat. What the fuck is wrong with the universe?” You throw your hands up. “Angels should be nice. But the first one I meet wants to kill me. I want to eat chips, but they end up on the ground. And there’s the perfect dick I want to ride, but it belongs to a good friend.”

Dean chokes on his spit. He coughs as you glance at his crotch. “Sweetheart, we have more than enough food in the kitchen and the fridge, and if that’s not enough, I’m hiding the good stuff in my secret stash.”

“Secret stash,” you purr, and step closer to Dean, poking his bicep. “What are you hiding in your secret stash? Chocolate? Candy? Pie?”

Dean smirks as you grab his wrist, tugging at it. “Easy there, tiger. If you’re hungry, let me make you something good. How about my infamous bacon burger?”

“Raise me to pie, and we have a deal.” You grin, eyes drifting toward Castiel, who is gripping his angel blade tightly.

“You’ll get a slice of pie if you stop looking at Castiel as if he’s an enemy. I know he can be a little overwhelming at first, but he’s a good guy.”

“Hmm…” You watch the angel with interest. “His vessel is dead. What did he do to the poor guy he possessed?”

“It wasn’t my intention to lose him, Jimmy,” Castiel says, eyes dropping to the angel blade in his hands. He mostly doesn’t dare to think about the man whose life he stole in more than one way.

“Hopefully he’s in heaven for playing your meat suit,” you snap at Castiel. “Who’s the creature here, huh? At least I didn’t steal this body.” You roam your body with your hands. “This is all me.”

“Yeah,” Dean hums as he follows your hands with his eyes. “All you…”

“Dean!” Castiel tries to stop the hunter from falling for you even more. “This is not the time for this…”

“Can you two stop fighting?” Dean sighs deeply. “Cas, listen. Y/N has special powers, but she’s not an enemy or dangerous. She can control her powers.”

Castiel nods, but his eyes flash blue for a second.

“Y/N,” Dean softly says. “Castiel can be stubborn, but he’s no threat. No snapping his ass to heaven or crap.”

“I don’t even know if my powers work on an angel,” you say while looking Castiel up and down. “I wouldn’t want to waste his vessel’s sacrifice by killing the angel. This wouldn’t be fair. If he’s no threat to you or me, I won’t mind having him around.”

Twirling around, you walk away, whistling for Dean to follow you. You start chatting about his secret stash, while Castiel watches your interactions with interest.

“She’s no threat,” Sam assures the angel. “So far, she controlled her powers and only killed demons or monsters. And she only kills the ones attacking her. Y/N is not looking for a fight. She tries to stay out of them most of the time…”

When Bucky woke up he felt drowsy, more than usual. He groaned and looked to see a note on his bed where you once were.

"That's for stealing my lab rat."

Bucky leapt out of bed with the note and ran as fast as he could downstairs. He saw Ava and John having breakfast. He grabbed a tablet.

'What the hell are you doing, Barnes?'

'She's gone, I found this note,' he said as he handed it to them. He quickly went through the footage and saw it was cut out when you disappeared.

'Shit, let's get everyone ready. We'll hit all her old labs, she must have someone working for her,' John said.

--

You sat in a small cage as you whimpered and looked around. A man entered holding a collar like the one you use to wear. You hissed and lunged and him and tried to bite him. He pulled out a caddle prod and electrocuted you with it. You yelped and hid in the corner before he forced the collar on you. You began to cry before he stepped out and locked the cage again.

The team had split up into twos to search Val's labs. John and Bucky were together searching a lab. Suddenly they stopped and reached up to touch the wound you had left yesterday. 'What the hell? Does yours feel...warm?' John asked. Bucky nodded and looked around.

'Yeah, it's like it's tingling,' Bucky muttered. He picked up his phone and called Alexei who was with Bob. 'Weird question, does your bite mark feel weird right now?'

'No, perhaps you have rabies my friend,' Alexei replied. Bucky rolled his eyes.

'Nevermind,' he grumbled before hanging up.

'So, what the hell does this mean?'

'I think it means we're close,' Bucky said.

Back in the lab you were curled up in the corner as Val stood in front of the glass. 'Remember me, little thing? Are you going to behave for me now? You were quite the little brat,' she said. You whined and huddled further into the corner. Suddenly there was a commotion. Val groaned and quickly went to handle it as you felt tears in your eyes. The commotion continued before someone rushed through the doors. You looked up in shock when you saw it was John. You whined and jumped up, tapping against the glass.

'Never thought I'd be glad to see you. It's alright, I just need to figure out how to unlock it,' he muttered. Bucky rushed in and punched the panel with his metal arm. The doors opened and you rushed out and jumped onto Bucky. He hugged you tightly.

'It's alright, it's okay. We've got you, doll,' he whispered as he held you tightly.

'Come on, we have to get going. I'll let the team know we're heading back to the tower,' John said.

--

Back at the tower you sat in front of Ava as she worked to get the collar off you. You whimpered a little every now and then before she finally got it off and threw it to the side. You giggled and jumped on top of her. She saw your teeth come out and quickly phased away from you. You grumbled and sat on the couch. Alexei rushed over and picked you up.

'I was so worried, my little one!' he shouted as he hugged you tightly. You giggled and cuddled into him.

'You know we should probably give her a name, we can't just keep calling her little one,' John suggested.

'You want a name, little one?' Alexei asked as you jumped down and nodded. You sat on the couch as they all looked at you in thought.

'Anastasia!' Alexei shouted.

'No, we aren't calling her that. That was our dogs name,' Yelena said. Bucky watched as you glanced between everyone fight over your name. He chuckled and sat beside you as they argued.

'What do you want to be named, doll?' he asked. You smiled and looked at him.

'Pip,' you said making him chuckle and smile.

'Guys, looks like she chose for you,' Bucky said as everyone looked at you. 'Can you say it again?'

'Pip!' you said as they laughed softly

'Pip it is, I guess,' Ava said. You giggled and tackled Bucky onto the couch. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you as you cuddle into him.

'She's not going to stop until she's bitten you both,' Bucky said to Yelena and Ava. Yelena groaned and rolled her eyes.

'May as well get it over with,' Yelena said as she stepped foward. She rolled up her sleeve and held out her arm. You looked at her happily before biting down on her arm. She hissed a little in pain before you pulled back and licked it. You giggled and looked at Ava.

'Argh, fine,' she mumbled. She did the same and held her arm out to you. You grabbed it and bit down onto it. You licked it before she quickly pulled it away again. 'You better be worth keeping around considering I just let you bite me.'

You smiled and got off Bucky before you started grabbing blankets and cushions again. Bucky laughed softly.

First, I know you don't have a lot of knowledge on Adventure Time lore (at least I think..) so I'll probably be going on several smaller tangents and explanations of things so that the rest of what I explain makes sense. :3 If I get off topic, that's proooobably why. Second, the first "arc" of Reader's (my oc for anyone new here) story is heavily inspired by this fic, though I am currently rewriting it to be a bit more separate, and all of the later arcs are completely original. I like giving credit where credit is due, however.

OKAY! So now back to the actual question LMAO

In Adventure Time, there is a great war among humans somewhere in the 90's-2000's. It's a nuclear war that wipes out most of humanity and leaves a lot of radioactivity around, essentially creating an apocalypse for any surviving humans. In my au, this war takes place sometime in the late 90's. The seeds for Reader and Simon being in a relationship exist as early as the early 90's, though circumstances regarding the both of them being unable to further their education together prevent it from ever really going anywhere. Reader (who is still female presenting) struggles to keep up in the very male dominated field of anthropology and archaeology in the 90's while Simon easily finds his footing in doctorate programs. (He's cis in this au sorry Simon.. it just makes the most narrative sense.) Reader eventually loses contact with Simon as they drift away from each other and this is around the time that Reader goes missing, finding an ancient shrine and making a deal with a deity to survive the upcoming war. This is about 3 years before the nuclear fallout from the war. Meanwhile, Simon and Betty have met and the canon events of Fionna & Cake / Adventure Time are playing out for them! They find the Enchiridion (a magic book Simon was looking for to prove his studies on magical relics isn't bullshit), fall in love, get engaged, and this is around the time Simon loses contact with Reader. And then Reader's family reaches out to Simon. Reader has been missing and no one can find them. Betty comforts Simon during this time, but there isn't really much anyone can do. Eventually Simon finds the crown and becomes cursed, and Betty time travels 1000 years into the future to help save him like in the show. And we're back with Reader! Who accidentally overslept surviving the war by 800 years. They wake up and realize very quickly that they are (1) no longer human and (2) definitely not in the 20th century anymore... After a while they also learn they are immortal. About 200 years later, Reader is a successful healer, using 20th century medical practices and whatever they can find in centuries old texts. They've gotten quite the reputation as many families have been using their practice for generations, and rumors have spread that they can cure even curses (much to Reader's chagrin). This is when Betty, who is now going insane desperately trying to save Simon, visits their shop. Of course, when Betty learns that Reader can't, in fact, cure curses, she's pissed. They get into a big fight and Betty is banned from Reader's shop. The two don't interact again by the time Betty actually does save Simon from being cursed as the Ice King, and Reader never puts 2-and-2 together. To make a very long explanation a very short one, Betty saves Simon by fusing with a chaos deity named Golb, becoming Golbetty. She then returns to this void between universes, leaving Simon once again mortal but now all alone. 12 years later, Simon and Reader reconnect! They slowburn fall in love, but Simon isn't really over Betty, esp when it comes to wanting to save her. Simon is trying to reach Golbetty through an ancient shrine, but Reader is completely unaware of this. Reader is left in the dark when it comes to a lot about Betty, actually, but respects Simon's privacy. The two of them settle into life together after reconnecting after 1000 years, both having long accepted the other died in the 90's, and things seem okay for the most part...

WE'VE HIT ARC 2 WHO CHEERED

Okay so things aren't all that okay. Turns out becoming a weird pseudohuman fucks with your self-image and connection to humanity, who would have thunk! This isn't anything new for Reader, who already associated their being nonbinary/transmasc with being turned into a creature shortly upon settling in the Land of Ooo (tho: author's note, they were always nonbinary, it's just hard to accept that when you're already struggling to make a life for yourself in a male dominated career in the 90's. Reader is mega-coping.) But reconnecting with Simon kind of made it... worse. Sure, Simon was cursed for a while but he got out of it mostly human, where Reader is very much not human. They find themself comparing how they once were to how they are now and feeling inadequate for Simon. Simon tries his best to help, but there's only really so much he can do. Things only get worse when a witch comes along who claims to know exactly what kind of creature Reader is. Reader is a golb-beast, a rare (often only thought to be mythical) creature created by being cursed, or in some interpretations blessed, by Golb. Reader is the only one of their kind known in existence, and this witch worships Golb. Knowing magic, she is able to manipulate Reader's curse so that they attack Simon, almost killing him, and in the chaos of everything she kidnaps Reader. The captor (I need to name her..) has a mansion that is decorated with statues and artwork of Golb, think Catholic cathedrals, and she initially locks Reader in the basement where she has a dungeon of sorts. She's kind of really fucked up and treats Reader like an exotic pet she tamed rather than a sentient human and even goes as far as to only let them eat raw meat it's crazy. Reader keeps up hope that Simon will come for them but the captor tells them (a lie) that Simon ran away from them when they attacked him. He's scared of Reader being a beast and won't be coming back for them. While Reader doesn't believe this at first... the longer they're trapped the more doubt starts to set in. Meanwhile Simon is actually losing his mind trying to find Reader after healing from his wounds, but to little avail. It takes months before he even gets a real lead. Eventually he is able to rescue Reader but in the chaos a fire starts. A statue of Golb falls and crushes the captor, killing her instantly while Reader watches. It should feel good but... Reader is emotionally crushed. It takes them a long time to get used to being back in the normal world again. There's a lot more I didn't cover here bc it isn't too important to Reader and Simon specifically, but there's a lot Reader has to overcome. This entire situation really sets them back on feeling human and accepting themself as they are. This time, Simon can't even seem to really help them when they're at their worst.

It was just a normal round, Jason was the killer and he had his eyes on the ex-hacker who had gotten hit trying to protect Elliot which the pizza worker didn't give much attention for. 007n7 was holding his arm as he ran away from Jason, he was getting chased by Jason who just used his "Gashing wound" move on the older man which hurt like hell. He was running on straight adrenaline, weaving through tree's and forest shrubbery. He pants, he was sweating his stamina was running out and he used his clone to try and get out by tricking Jason. As he hides behind a tree, the bleeding was getting him light headed his breathing ragged as he tries to calm himself. He blinked he was getting closer to unconsciousness till he saw something at the corner of his eye, waking him up a bit thinking it was Jason coming for him. But no, it was a beautiful male deer centaur. That was Y/n, but why is he here...? Jason wasn't locked on Y/n, and Y/n had the chances to just hide or do something better than be over here where 007n7 was at. Did they just wanna be around in the woods..? 007n7 did this on purpose to let Jason not focus on any of the other survivors still alive in the round. 007n7 didn't get a chance to say anything to you before the centaur picked him up.

As you quickly swoop up 007n7, and gallop away with the man. You carried him in a bridal style before settling him on your back, 007n7 felt the fur of your centaur half. 007n7 then held around your waist, blushing at his savior. But 007n7 knew that feeling, the round was gonna be over sooner than later. He leans his head on your back, not saying anything. You understood the round was gonna be over soon, you always had your eyes on 007n7. The man no one talked to, generally the other survivors was scared to talk with you but you two had different reasons why they didn't wanna talk. You felt empathy for the man, as well he just made your heart flutter. So saving him was the least you could do for the lonely guy, when you two teleported back to the survivor cabin. You were outside as always when you spawned back, you just loafed on the floor till you heard grass crunching to you. It was 007n7, he was looking a little frazzled and flustered at the same time.

“Hmm…doesn’t look suspicious to me, Y/N,” Sam clicks at the article you found. “Only because some people got found dead in their house doesn’t mean…” He yelps when you slap his hand away to enlarge one of the pictures. 

“It’s not the victim,” you mutter and point at the window on the picture. “See this? That’s a sigil, right? They tried to keep something out, I bet. And they died on Halloween.”

Sam looks at the sigil, frowning deeply. “I know this one. Dean, have a look at this. I saw this one before but can’t remember where.”

“Isn’t that your job,” Dean cocks a brow. He crosses his arms over his chest but gives in when Sam gives him a bitchface. “Fine, I’ll do your job from now on too.”

Dean gets up from his seat to have a look at the sigil in the picture too. “Shit, that’s not a sigil for protection. It’s the one those douchebags used in the hell house.”

“Crap, you’re right. It ended up summoning a tulpa,” Sam runs one hand down his face. “If the owner of the house used the spirit sigil...”

“They ended up summoning a monster or worse,” Dean ends his brother’s line once again. You are amazed how they seem to always know what the other thinks or wants to say.

“A tulpa?” You ask. “What’s that?”

“A Tulpa is a physical materialization of a thought” Sam explains. “Usually, it’s formed through mediation. But in the case of the hell house, thousands of people thinking of the same monster brought it to life.”

“AWESOME!” You grin.

“Not awesome, Y/N. That monster killed kids,” Dean grumbles. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, though.”

“Maybe I can dust it.” You wrinkle your forehead. “I guess not. If it’s not alive for real, I cannot end its life.”

“We will find a way.”

“Hopefully we don’t need to burn the house down again,” Sam sarcastically says. “It’s not an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere this time, Dean.”

“Again?” You cock your head. “Wait! You burned the house down?”

“It was the only way. More kids would’ve entered the house and died. We weren’t able to kill the Tulpa, and it wasn’t able to leave the house.”

“I see,” you nod. “Sometimes you must improvise. Noted.”

“Sweetheart, half of the job is improvisation,” Dean chuckles. “The rest is talent and a little luck.”

“Aw, no,” you whine. The case wasn’t a case. It was a simple case of jealousy, betrayal, and a crazy dude killing his lover and her husband. “I thought it was a case. I was sure about it.”

Dean shrugs. “Well, at least they got the bastard. It’s not a big deal we didn’t have to fight an undefeatable Tulpa.”

“He used random sigils to fool the cops,” Sam explains, but you are not in the mood for one of his lectures. You yawn and decide to get some sleep on the way back to the bunker.

“That’s veeeery interesting.” Dean grins as you crawl into the backseat to get some sleep. “I’m a little tired, Sam. You can tell me everything about the case back at the bunker.”

“Hello, darling.” Crowley suddenly appears next to you in the backseat. “How have you been with Squirrel and Moose around? I bet they bore you to death. Why don’t you come with me?”

“Go to hell, shorty,” you snap at the demon. “Or rather, go to hell.”

“Crowley, get out of my car and away from her. I already told you that we will not hand Y/N over. She’s our friend,” Dean warns. “I still got that nice demon-killing knife.”

“Let me dust him,” you dip your head to look at Crowley. “It’ll hurt only for a second, shorty. I’ll turn you into dust and blow you away.”

“You can blow me anytime, darling.”

Dean hits the brakes. Hard. “Whoa…whoa…whoa…watch your tongue, Crowley,” the hunter turns in his seat to glare at the demon. “What did you just say?”

“I went with the flow.” Crowley shrugs. “She said something about blowing me.”

“Sammy, give me the knife!” Dean is about to grab Crowley when the demon disappears once again. “Come back! I’ll kill you.”

“Next time, let me snap him,” you grin at Dean. “I bet he looks pretty when turned into dust.”

“Do not move!” Out of nowhere, a guy in a trench coat appeared. He wields an odd knife in front of your face, threatening to kill you.

“Hey, I was eating here and tried to watch another episode of my show,” you point your index finger at the stranger ruining your night. “Do you work with Shorty? I told him to get lost!”

“Give up creature!”

“Creature?” You gape at the man. “Wait you sonofabitch! I’ll dust you!”

“Sweetheart, no.” Dean wraps his hand around your wrist. “We don’t dust Castiel!”

“Castiel?” You look at Castiel with glassy eyes and gasp. “The Angel? Cool. I’ll call you wings.“

Part 6

I'd say for the most part they try not to think about it. For a bit of canon context, at one point Simon is eaten by Golb (pre-betty fusing with him) and that's how he becomes freed from the crown's curse, as whatever is eaten by Golb is then slowly digested via being reverted through time until they no longer exist. So Simon is reverted to just before putting on the crown. In my AU, this fact, on top of him being a previous magic-user and having traces of magic still clung onto him, makes Simon age a bit slower than most humans. While he thinks he's in his late 50's he actually "physically" only in his mid to late 40's, and even then the magic is keeping him relatively younger, as well. However, his age does eventually catch up with him, and while Reader, Simon, and Betty try not to think about it, it does become apparent at some point that he is going to die. Betty and Reader will outlive him at some point, and continue living forever after that. (Note: Reader can be killed still, just can't die of old age/has a buffed immune system. Betty is basically a god though and can't really die unless she chooses to.)

Obviously this is very hard on all of them, but another factor is that Simon is kind of insecure about being so much older than his partners. Both Reader and Betty are perpetually stuck at the ages they were both "cursed", so their mid and late 30's respectively, while Simon keeps aging. He feels like an old man, and like they deserve someone younger and not as old and weary. Of course this is ridiculous and his partners love him, but anxiety will be anxiety.