Work in progress. Possible digital typeface based on my traditional italic calligraphy. Before I did calligraphy I designed typefaces for big companies like Intel. I should probably bring both skills together at some point.
Prompt 5, “I’m going to keep you safe” with Spencer, requested by anonymous
A/N: I don’t know why I’m such a bitch for nightmare fics, but I am and here is another one. This is a little different than my usual, because it switches point of view. Italics is Spencer, traditional is the reader. It should make sense. Enjoy, and keep sending those requests!
“(Y/N)!” I screamed. I couldn’t get to her. Everything was so hazy, and all of my reactions seemed too slow, just a beat off of my usual speed. It drove my crazy, like an itch that I couldn’t scratch.
Even with my brain trudging through mud, she was the most important thing on my mind. I could hear her screaming, endlessly, and I was desperate to get to her.
“(Y/N!)” I screamed again. I could feel my throat growing raw, and couldn’t imagine how much worse she must feel. Pushing on through the abandoned building, I continued to search for her. It seemed I was getting closer; I could hear her more clearly. Then, I rounded a corner and there she was, all tied up and bloody. I felt my heart lurch in my chest.
“(Y/N),” I said, and she looked over at me.
“Spencer, thank God you’re here,” she sobbed. “Please help me.”
“You’ll be okay, I’m here,” I said. But some part of me wasn’t sure.
There was a ring of liquid around where she was tied up, and I felt a tinge of worry when I looked at it. Seconds later, it lit up with raging fire, and I knew why.
I couldn’t get past it, and the fire roared in my ears as she screamed my name.
I cried for her, tried everything I could, but it was useless.
I couldn’t do anything except watch the destruction of the person I had promised to keep safe.
I was in the bathroom when I heard Spencer’s screaming. I had just left the bedroom less than a minute before; surely there wasn’t someone in the house?
I rushed back to the doorway between our bedroom and bathroom, only to find Spencer, alone in our bed, thrashing and screaming. I was by his side in seconds, shaking him awake.
“Spencer!” I exclaimed. “Hey, Spencer, honey, wake up.”
It took a few minutes, but eventually he woke with a gasp, tangled in the sheets and covered in a sheen of cold sweat. His breathing was ragged, and I could see his chest heaving with sobs as he struggled to catch his breath, my name coming out in gasping cries.
“Hey, hey, come here,” I murmured. “Spence, hey, you’re okay. You’re okay, I’m right here.” When he noticed me, he crumbled into my arms, shaking like a leaf.
“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. “I was trying, I swear, I was…”
“Oh, shh,” I soothed. “I know, sweetie. I know you were. It’s okay, everyone is safe now. It was just a dream.”
“Honey, breathe,” I said. “It’s alright, just breathe.”
I held him there in the dark of our bedroom for a while as he cried. Eventually, the sobbing tapered off and he looked up at me through red-rimmed eyes.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” I asked gently.
“(Y/N), I promise I’m not going to let that happen to you,” he said hoarsely.
“Let what happen to me?” I asked.
“Anything,” he replied quickly. “I’m going to keep you safe.”
“I know,” I said. I reached up to run my hand through his hair. “Spencer, I have never doubted that you’ll keep me safe. I know that.”
He nodded silently, and I could sense his exhaustion.
“Come on, let’s go back to sleep,” I said, gently tugging him to lie down next to me.
“I love you, (Y/N),” he mumbled against my hair. I smiled slightly.
“I know,” I said. “I love you, too.”
There was a hesitant pause.
“You’ll be here if…if I wake up again?” he asked quietly. Spencer is tough, but late at night things look different.
“Of course,” I assured him. “I’ll be right here.”
Soon, Spencer and I were both asleep again, warm and together, right where we belong.