ABOUT: Y/n is the only person who can comfort charlie with his nightmares. He has nightmares that argon would come back...
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requested by: @malwritesstories

lowercase intended.

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"Hey, can you please come over," charlie's dad says through the phone.

"mr. kincaid, it's almost midnight? Are you okay.. or charlie okay," i ask him.

"The nightmares again," he sighs slowly.

"Okay.. i'm on my way," i say, handing up the phone.

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"Hey, it's me," i knock on the front door quietly

Mr. Kincaid opens the door and i allowed myself in.

"He's been hyperventilating for an hour and i'm getting worried. He didn't tell me to call you, but normally he does so i just did it before he asked," he says patting my shoulder.

"I'll go check on him," i faintly smile and go to charlie's room.

I could already hear the heavy breathing through the door. I knock on it before i walked through.

"Hey, kincaid.." i whisper.

He looks up at me then looks back down. I sigh and go sit next to him. He was sitting against his bedroom wall with his knees up. I put my arms around him and get close to him.

"You're safe, charlie. You have nothing to worry about," i whisper to him.

He continued sniffling and wiping his tears.

"These dreams are getting so real," his voice cracked.

"I know it may seem like it, but trust me when i say that he's gone. He's not gonna go near you. You have me, Maya, lizzie, and berger to help you. Even your dad. We won't let anything happen to you," i reassure him.

There was a sudden loud bang from outside which made charlie flinch and scoot closer to me.

"Must've been a fallen nuts or something. Those squirrels, huh," i laugh softly trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckles with a voice crack.

"Plus, that fatty won't do anything to you. Don't let that thing get inside your head. So, come on.. let's get you to bed," i smile and get up.

I hold my hand out to him to lift him up.

He gladly accepted and he gets in his bed.

"Goodnight, charlie," i whisper before opening up his door again.

"wait.. don't go. Can you stay," he asks quickly.

"yeah, sure," i smile and go back to his bed. I get in beside him but not under the sheets like him.

"You promise that these dreams aren't real... or won't be real," he whispers.

"I pinky promise," i hold my pinky out to which he returned.

"thank you, y/n. I don't know what i'll do without you," he smiles.

"definitely not sleeping that's for sure," i cough out.

He glares at me.

"goodnight, charlie," i smile.

"mhm.. goodnight," he says. It didn't take him that long to fall back to sleep.

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