Town of Salem Oneshots/Ships/My canon!

Cheer up Sad Dad!

It all started with sniffling. That's all it took for the Werewolf and the Amnesiac to be alerted that something was wrong. They both looked into the living room to see the Serial Killer  curled up in a ball of blankets, sniffling and softly sobbing. Sometimes coughing and hiccuping came from the blanket heap, as Jamison had hid himself from the embarrassment.

"Sweetheart?"

Tucker finally called out, as the burly man softly tried to reach into the blanket pile, only for it to shift away from him.

"Jamison, baby."

Tucker was persistent, and continued to try and reach out to the man until he was cornered on the couch.

"Jami, cmon."

Taylor mumbled, sitting on the couch beside him.

"What's going on baby?"

The girl had found her way into the mans blanket heap and rubbed his back softly to try and comfort him.

"Nothing.."

Jamison mumbled from inside the blankets, sighing.

"Nuh uh. There's something wrong hun. What's up."

Tucker had grabbed the entirely blanket heap and set it on his lap, forcing Jamison to poke his head out.

"You gotta breathe some clean air at some point."

Jamison just mumbled, and brought his hands up to hide his face. Taylor, who was obviously displeased at this, immediately brought his hands back down. Tucker took the opportunity to wipe the mans tears for him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek as well. All Jamison did in response was whine to the two of them, not even trying to escape.

"Jamison Alexander. What's wrong."

"One, don't call me Jamison Alexander. Two, I said it's nothing."

Taylor softly growled at him, gripping his hands tighter.

"Bullshit! I'll get it out of you one way or another!"

Tucker oddly grinned at this and softly kissed Jamison again.

"And she's in quite the bitchy mood!"

"Hey! Shut up!"

Taylor growled at Tucker now, as he just laughed it off. Jamison giggled a bit too I'm between sniffles.

"I'm not wrong!"

Jamison softly laughed at the two's shenanigans going on.

"Shut it!"

"But I'm not!"

"Tucker I will make you sleep on the couch!"

"I'll take Jamison with me!"

"Oh no you aren't!"

As the two kept arguing, Jamison had lost it, laughing uncontrollably within the blanket pile.

"You find this funny do ya? I'll give you something to laugh about!"

Taylor tried to unwrap the man, and Tucker kept him tightly secured.

"No you aren't! He's mine now!"

"I'll fight you for him!"

"Let's go then!"

"Please don't!"

Jamison softly yelled in between his giggle fit again.

"No! We're fighting now!"

"Can we fight with love please you two?"

"No Jamison! We're fighting with our fists!"

"I meant like..verbally."

Tucker and Taylor exchanged nervous glances as Jamison sat there awkwardly, still wrapped in his blanket pile.

"How about you two fight about how much you love me and I choose the winner!"

"That works I guess."

"Sure!"

Needless to say, the rest of the afternoon for them was filled with loving positivity and loving insults to each other.

--Bonus--

"I still don't know what's wrong!!" -Taylor (Amnesiac)

"You'll never know Tay! Never!!" -Jamison (Serial Killer)

"I swear to god Jamison get over here!" -Taylor (Amnesiac)

"...You two are maniacs." -Tucker (Werewolf)