It has been a while since Jack told me about his nightmares. I feel so bad for him because I know what nightmares are like they really suck. We sleep in the same bed more often than not and surprisingly no one has really questioned it.
I think Jack is starting to have fewer nightmares, he seems to sleep better. I don’t really get as much sleep as I used to because I try to stay awake after he has fallen asleep for a little while so if he starts to have a nightmare I can calm him down. I don’t really mind doing this because it’s brought me and Jack a lot closer but I just can’t really go out all night to clubs and drink like I used to because I’m too tired. It’s probably best I don’t anyway that was a bad habit.
I’m getting tired and it’s getting late so I walk over to Jack, who was in the living room. “Hey jack I’m going to bed wake me if you need anything.” I leaned over the couch and whispered in his ear so I wouldn’t disturb anyone else in the room as they were watching a movie. “Ok goodnight.” He said as turned around and smiled at me. I smiled back and headed to my room.
I changed into and old shirt and and booty shorts. I checked my room, turned off my light, and crawled into bed. I pulled the covers up to my chin and went to sleep.
“Why are you so pathetic, y/n, everyone hates you. Your a b*tchy piece of crap. I never loved you and never will.” Jack said as he laughed.
Then out of nowhere my abusive father shows up and stabs me. As I’m dying they both laugh evilly “who would ever love you you’re worthless and a baby no one ever cared for you certainly not us.” My father starts. “You’re just a helpless baby who cries all the time and can’t help anyone I wish you would just kill yourself.” Then I slowly start dying.
“Y/N” Jack yelled at the top of his lungs I lurched forward and woke up. There where tears all over my face and my eyes where puffy and my throats was hoarse. Probably from my nightmare. “Hey I heard you screaming in your sleep and I came in and you were sweating shaking crying and screaming what happened?” Jack said after I awoke from my nightmare.
“I’m fine it was just I nightmare.” My throats burned to talk and I had pretty much lost my voice. “Do you wanna talk about it.” He asked as he moved me down to lay on him as he cradled me. I shook my head I really just wanted to lay here with Jack and not think about it. “Do you just wanna talk?” He asked me again.
“Will you just talk to me?” I lightly asked him since my throat burned.
He nodded “Well there’s this girl I know. She is really pretty and the nicest person I have ever met. She has the most beautiful y/e/c eyes and the most stunning smile. Her y/h/c hair is so soft and smells like strawberries. She is my best friend and she makes me a better version of myself. When I’m with her I don’t feel like I need to go out and party like I always do, I feel like I can just hang around with her and tell her everything. She is my world and I think I lover her. Her favorite color is y/f/c and we both love the same food. She isn’t always as confident as I wish she would be because she is perfect in every other way. I wish she would understand that I’m madly in love with her. She helps me with my nightmares so now I’m helping her with hers.”
Finally realizing he was talking about me I looked up at him “Jack I love you too.” I told him with loving eyes. He looked back at me happily. He moved from under me and kissed me passionately. “Y/n will you be my girlfriend?” He asked hopefully. I giggled before just kissing him again as my answer. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He whispered once we pulled back.
I giggled and nodded at him. We laid back down and cuddled the rest of the night. Neither of us had a nightmare the rest of the night.
When I woke up Jack was gone. I frowned but got out of bed and went to the kitchen as my stomach growled. I smelt…… bacon? I thought confused. I walked in and Jack had made a huge breakfast. There was bacon and sausage, eggs, and pancakes. I walked over to the island where Conor and Josh had already dug in and where stuffing there faces.
“What’s all this,” I queried. “I made breakfast for you and Conor and Josh came in and dug in.” He told me as he handed me a plate and glared at them. I laughed. “Love looks like there’s enough for all the rest of the boys to.” I told him as I looked at all the food before I started eating.
“I love you.” He said cheekily and I pecked him on the lips. Josh and Conor started staring with wide eyes. And I couldn’t help but giggle again. Then Josh glared at us and got his wallet out and handed a smirking Conor a twenty.
“Wait who asked the other out.” Josh
asked after he handed Conor the money. “Jack asked me.” I told him. Conor sighed and got out his wallet and handed Josh a fifty?! At this Josh smirked and said “ha ha hahahha” and ran out of the room. I burst out laughing, and Conor glared. I love these guys.
\\Im wondering if I should just add on the small drabbles here or onto my tmntfandom2012 blog. What do you guys think? Sorry for taking so long on these, its hard to come up with ideas when you got a million other things on your mind. ALSO, POOR RAPHIE. DOESNT EVEN WANNA WRESTLE ((TRAIN?)) WITH THE NERD. D;///
It was an unfortunate circumstance, but it was simply inevitable. College was pricey in New York and takes a long time to complete, especially for what you wanted to go for. But there was a small glimmer of hope; there was a community college in your home town that cut the completion time in half and was still accredited.
There was just one problem: your hometown was six states away.
This unfortunately made the possibility of a long distance relationship an impossible option. Although you would be living with family, you felt like you had an obligation to contribute to the household and would be working during your summer and holiday breaks; and of course the turtles couldn’t just hop on a plane to see you either, especially with your college being so far away. There wouldn’t even be anytime for the two of you to communicate online either; there was the time zone difference to worry about, plus the turtle’s patrols were always irregular and hard to schedule around, especially if they happened to run into a Foot patrol. Then there was the possibility of enemies finding out where you were. If they were to hack into one of your e-mails and find out where you were currently living, there would be no way the turtles could come save you. You would be putting yourself and your family in danger. There was no other option…
You had to break up.
You knew Michelangelo would try to joke about it at first. He did not even give you a chance to explain why it wouldn’t work before the orange-clad turtle just started spewing random facts about comic characters. For the first two days you paid it no mind; if this was his way of coping with the bad news, then so be it. You two could always have a more in-depth conversation about it all later.
It had been two weeks after you told him of your impending move and he still would not acknowledge it. First you wanted to wait and see if he would bring it up, but the turtle just kept talking about how cool he looked doing a front flip before knocking out some Foot Ninjas. You made sure you looked annoyed throughout his whole tale of action-packed ninja moves and flips, hoping he would notice and ask if something was wrong.
During his retelling he would look at you to make sure you were listening and knew exactly the type of look you were giving him. He figured if he ignored it, that you would stop making that face and then you would not have to talk about what you brought up days ago. Sometimes he would look back at you and cringe when the same glare was still on your face. It was one of the few things that made him uneasy; and every time he looked again, your glare seemed to get more and more intense.
“And then…! Then…” He paused and finally caved. His hands clapped together and he begged, “Babe, please stop looking at me like that, okay?”
“I’ll stop when you stop avoiding the subject!” You snapped, eyes shooting daggers.
He winced at the tone of your voice and held his hands up. “Okay, okay! Fine, we’ll talk!” He grumbled and sat down in front of you, crossing his legs. “What do you want to talk about?” He asked in a bored tone.
This seemed a little too easy. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion but straightened your back anyway. “Well…I want to make sure you’re going to be okay.”
He chuckled nervously and his eyes looked about the room. “Of course I’m okay! Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
An annoyed grumble came out of you as your hand rubbed your face. “Mikey, c'mon. You know what I’m talking about.”
He shook his head and stood up, turning his back to you. “Mmmm, nope! No I don’t.” Suddenly he snapped his fingers and turned on his heel. “Oooh, I know! You mean if I’m okay with tacos being your favorite food instead of pizza? Then yeah, I’m okay with it. Even though your opinion is wrong,” that big grin forced itself across his face and he turned around again.
Your mouth fell open in disbelief. He really was gonna do this? Again!?
You slapped your hands on your thighs, before throwing them up into the air. “Okay, fine!! If you don’t wanna talk about it, then fine! But I do have something to say, and you’re gonna hear it! I’m leaving Mikey!! And we have to break up!” You exclaimed.
The moment you had started yelling Michelangelo covered his head and hollered. “Whaaat? I can’t hear youuu! I got uh…wax build up!” The childish turtle started walking out of the room, still hollering. “I’m gonna have Donnie look at it, so it’s gonna take all day. You should go home and we can try again tomorrow, ‘kay?” He glanced in your direction to flash a nervous smile at you before rushing out of the room.
"Mikey!!“ You called out to him, but he didn’t return. You wouldn’t be beaten that easily though. You had to get the message through Michelangelo’s big head. Even if that meant using the one thing he loved the most against him. You pulled out your cellphone from your front pocket, and dialed a number. "Yes, hi. I’d like to make an order for delivery.”
About forty five minutes passed before a pizza delivery guy arrived. No doubt he thought it was strange to meet you in the alley way, all by your lonesome to pick up the order, but once he got his tip he could care less. You brought the food through the sewers, and once you got back to the lair, the other brothers were following behind.
"So, what'cha got there?“ The turtle in red leaned over your shoulder.
You swatted him away. "It’s not for you, it’s for Mikey!”
"So, what, he gets breakup pizza and we don’t?“ Raph huffed.
"To be fair, it would be easy for Raph to get a break-up pizza. If he ever got any,” Donatello teased but paused. The lean turtle shook his head and nudged your arm. “Don’t look now, but someone’s watching…”
The smell of pizza had lured Michelangelo out of his hiding spot, but once he saw it was you holding the precious box he stayed hidden behind a wall. He would peer around the corner now and then to see if you had left yet, but for once he was upset to see you still standing there with the food balancing in your hand.
There was an endless battle going on inside of his head. On the one hand, his favorite person was holding his favorite food just feet away from him; it was like a dream come true! However, he knew it was a trap. There were things you wanted to tell him that should only exist in nightmares.
"Mikey, man up and get out here!“ Leonardo ordered.
You smirked a little and put a hand on your hip, while holding the pizza box in your other hand. "Couldn’t have said it better myself.” You said teasingly.
Leo smiled as well, and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Save me a slice.”
You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Go.” You dismissed the other turtles, and they followed your command.
Now it was just you and Michelangelo.
Panic settled in as soon as his brothers started to leave. “Guys, hey! Don’t leave me alone!” The youngest begged as he slowly came out from behind the wall. “C'mooon! W-we’re brothers!”
Donatello waved his comment away and shook his head. “Sorry Mikey. You gotta learn to face your problems on your own.”
He whined as his brothers continued to walk away. “But! I..!” He groaned when they disappeared. “How is it my problem when I didn’t do anything wrong?” He muttered under his breath, crossing his arms in a pouting motion.
You walked over to their dining room table, and sat down at it with the pizza. You tapped on the seat next to you and smiled at the turtle. “Please?”
Blue eyes darted from the pizza then to you multiple times as he tried to judge the situation as best as he could. It was hard to think though with that wonderfully greasy aroma wafting through the air though. A tiny whimper came out of him before he finally gave in to the temptation.
He was silent when he walked over, but as soon as he sat down he huffed. “You’re lucky I think you’re cute.”
You smiled again, but sighed soon after. “This sucks. It really does, but…we gotta try to make the best of it. I don’t wanna leave you on bad terms. So we need to talk about it.”
"Hm? What’d you say?“ He kept his arms crossed and barely looked at you. The air was getting tense and he did not like it.
"Mikey,” you said sternly. Grabbing his face and turning it towards yours. You stared deep into his eyes, not allowing him to break contact.
When he stared at you, all of the memories he had came rushing back to him. How you two met, how much fun you both had, how you knew exactly the best way to get on each other’s nerves. Now you wanted to leave all that for school and not bring him along? How was that fair? Anger, confusion, and sadness made his insides run cold.
"D-don’t look too long. You m-might change your mind, “ He managed to choke out, doing his best to keep the tears at bay.
Hearing him begin to choke up triggered emotions of sadness that you thought were long gone; apparently they had been drowned out by your feelings of annoyance due to Mikey blatantly ignoring the problem at hand. Your eyes became watery, and you sniffled a little. "You know I love you.”
"Then why are you leaving?“ He groaned, hands gripping yours desperately. "There’s tons of schools in New York! Can’t you pick one of them?”
“I would’ve done that by now if I could,” you started to explain. You have seen the giant turtle mope before, but this was just heart breaking. He had not even made a move for the box yet.
Though it seemed you spoke too soon. A hesitant hand reached for the lid; it was as if he was debating if he actually wanted any or not. When he finally flipped the lid open his face scrunched in confusion.
“Aw man,” He grumbled as he lifted up a calzone instead of a slice of pizza. “Great day to get your order wrong.”
You licked your lips nervously before clearing your throat. “Actually, it’s right.”
There was a look of betrayal on his face as his mouth hung open. He practically threw the Italian food back into the box and began to rant. “Cool! No, great! First you’re changing states now you’re changing food!” He fumbled for words for a second, “You got anything else you want to tell me?”
You sat there in silence, waiting for him to calm down first. Just as you were about to say something he interrupted.
“I don’t want it to be over.”
It sounded more like a demand than a request. Despite this, you could hear his voice waver and shake and see the light that glistened off the tears that trickled down his cheeks.
“I don’t want you to go!” He slammed his hands on the table to hide the crack in his voice.
You tensed at his reaction but stayed firm; you had to be strong for both of your sake’s. “Michelangelo I don’t like this either but–”
“Then why!?” He stood so fast that he knocked the chair back. Tears were streaming down his face but he made no move to wipe them away. Only a fraction of the sadness and hurt could be seen in his eyes as he glared down at you. “Why are you leaving if you don’t want to?”
“Because I have to!” You hollered, feeling your cheeks start to burn in frustration. It had been hard enough for you to come to terms with moving so far away; this added guilt-trip from him was not making it any easier.
His jaw clenched and lips twitched as he tried to find something to say. Life was just playing a cruel joke on him all along; somehow he had gotten a hold of you as a girlfriend and just as things were really picking up, you had to leave. Not even for a short amount of time either, but for three years.
“Okay. Then…I have to go with you.” He nodded his head.
“Mikey, you can’t.”
He held up a green finger and stared you in the eyes. “Yes I can! I can sneak into the cargo part of the plane.”
“I’m driving to Colorado,” you argued with crossed arms.
He paused in thought and continued. “Okay then. I’ll sneak into the moving van. And then sneak out when you get there!”
His stubbornness was cute sometimes, but now was not the time for it. “Then where would you live for three years, huh?”
A scoff came out of him and he gestured to his surroundings. “The sewers. Duh!”
You raised a skeptical brow at him. “By yourself?”
There was a slight hesitation from the turtle before he nodded. “Yes?” He sounded unsure of his answer.
“Michelangelo,” You started, standing up and walking up to him. “Your brothers need you here.”
He tried to wave your comment off, “Yeah right. They don’t need me.” “Yes, they do,” you grabbed his hands and squeezed them tightly. “You need them and they need you.”
For a moment all he did was rub your hands with his thumbs, his eyes locked on the digits. “I need you too,” the words were barely above a whisper.
You stared down at his hands and thought long and hard about what you were going to say next. “Well, you spent fifteen years without me. What’s three years compared to that?” When no response came out of him you motioned towards the food still on the table. “C'mon. I can’t finish that calzone alone. I know you’ll like it.”
He looked up at you and then down at the deceitful box. “I’ll try,” he paused and then added in a slightly more cheerful tone, “but it will never replace pizza.”
The next couple of days were not as bad as you thought they would be. Granted, Michelangelo would still refuse to talk about your impending move, but he still wanted to hang out like normal. It was nice, reading comics and watching shows as if you were not about to leave. The only thing that gave it away was he clung to you like glue. Any opportunity he had to touch you he would; if he could follow you into a room or hall he would be there on your heels like a lost puppy. It was cute until you had to go to the bathroom or turn in for the night.
The only reason you did not get too mad at him was you understood why he was doing it. The poor mutant was just squeezing in as much time with you as he could before you left for college. Besides, you would be lying if you said you did not like the attention. Unfortunately, it had to come to an end.
On the day before the move, you sent Michelangelo a message, telling him you had to stay home to finish packing. Surprisingly, he told you not to worry about it. Then he sent you a second message, saying he would see you tonight anyway. You sighed but figured you could stay awake for a couple of hours for him. After all, it would be the last time you see each other.
Hours passed. Boxes were taped shut, big pieces of furniture were carefully brought downstairs and loaded into the truck. The only thing left in your room was the bed, a comforter, a pillow, a change of clothes for tomorrow, and a few necessary toiletries. The moonlight illuminated the barren walls more so than usual. A lump started to form in your throat as it was getting hard to see.
A tap on your shoulder made you jump and turn quickly. Standing behind you was that familiar green face with a smile plastered on. You put a hand over your racing heart, hoping the gesture would slow it down somehow.
“Why didn’t you knock first?” You breathed, trying to keep your voice down so your parents would not hear.
“I wanted to surprise you,” He grinned.
"Yeah. Surprise me with a heart-attack!“ You hissed before hitting his arm playfully.
"I was kinda hoping your parents wouldn’t be home… Then I could send you off with a 'bang’.” He said jokingly, and finger gunned at you with a wink.
You could feel the heat radiate off your blushing cheeks as you smacked him again. “Michelangelo!” You scolded him halfheartedly. “Is that why you kept following me around yesterday?”
"Maaaaybe.” He crossed his arms behind his head and grinned. “But you know.. If you still wanna, I got a way we could cover it up!” He reached a hand behind him for a moment before pulling out a cd case. He held it between two fingers, and there was a little orange turtle drawn on the cd with what looked like to be sharpie.
Your heart melted at the sight of the CD case. “Aww, Mikey!” You smiled and took the case from him, making a cooing noise when you noticed the hand-drawn turtle on there. “Aww! This is so sweet of you!” You got on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. You looked at he CD case but then quickly turned back to him . “But no. We might not hear them come in if we have this too loud.”
Mikey chuckled, and waved you off. “I’m just kiddin’ babe! Mostly.” He mumbled. He glanced over at the packed boxes and frowned a bit. “Do ya think we could listen to a few songs now?“
At the sound of his voice you nodded. "Sure, just gimme a sec,” you patted his arm and fished out your laptop. Once it was ready you popped the CD in and turned the volume down low enough for only the two of you to hear. “Are they good road-trip songs?” You asked before really listening to what the first song was.
"Some.“ He walked over to your bed and sat down on it. "Some are just,” He fiddled with his sunglasses that were hanging off his neck. “Something to remember me by,” he smiled a little and shrugged as the first song began to play.
It was a single by Vanilla Ice, with the main chorus being “Go ninja, go ninja, go!”
At the sound of the song you smirked. Typical Michelangelo. “You know I’d never forget you,” You smiled, sitting down next to him.
"Yeah…“ He said quietly and smiled again, but this time not as brightly. He looked back to his sun glasses and stayed quiet for a while as the songs played.
The first couple songs were familiar pop songs, and you were thankful for them because they’d keep you awake for the drive. But as you got further into the list, the songs switched focus. A love song began playing, and you could see Michelangelo was concentrating on the lyrics. His eyes started to water, and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep any tears from squeezing out.
The song really was touching and you could feel your gut twist, already missing the mutant turtle. You intertwined your arms together until your hands grasped one another. You then rested your head on his firm green shoulder.
“I love it Mikey,” you whispered, simply enjoying his company and the music that played.
After a while, his emotions got the best of him and the tears began to flow. He clenched his eyes shut, and whimpered a little. "You… You sure there’s nothing I could do to make you stay?” His voice was squeaky, and he gripped your hand tight.
"Not unless you got a diploma with my name on it,“ When you felt his tears fall on you it made your throat tighten. You sat up and used your free hand to try and wipe the salty water from his face. "I’m glad I got to spend time with you.”
Michelangelo sniffled and wiped his nose. He turned his head to yours, tears still falling from his eyes. “I’m–I’m s-s-sorry. Th-they w-won’t.. s-stop!!” He tried wiping at his eyes, now frustrated that he couldn’t hold them back.
You could not stop yourself from letting out a quick giggle, but the amusement was lost when you could feel your own tears drawing near. “W-well make them! You’re gonna make me…c-cry next!” You throat constricted with every word, forcing down the sobs so as to not alert your parents. Instead you pulled him in for a tight hug, crying into the side of his neck.
Mikey wrapped his arms around you, practically engulfing you since you were so small compared to him. He bent his head down, and sobbed violently into your shoulder. When he stopped to breathe, that part of your shirt was soaked. He took a few choppy breaths before whimpering out. “I l-love you so much! And I always will!! Forever! And-and! Even longer th-than that!”
You wiped at your own cheeks and nose, trying to focus on his face through your blurred vision. “I love you too!” You stopped for a second and nodded, “I-I’ll come back. As soon as I can, I’ll come back here. I promise!” You did not care if you were promising the improbable; you just wanted him to know how much he really meant to you.
"You better!!“ Mikey held your hands tightly in his and rest his forehead on yours for a moment, before kissing you on this lips. He gave you no time to reciprocate. The kisses were sloppy and wet, and came one right after the other. Luckily for you, the turtle couldn’t hold his breath for long and had to pull back, his breathing shaky.
You giggled under his reign of kisses and bumped your forehead teasingly on his. You sat there in silence for a minute and then looked at your door in thought. Though it would be risky doing anything but talking, what with your parents home and all, that did not mean he had to leave immediately.
"Listen,” you spoke in a whisper, afraid your mother or father would somehow hear you. “We can’t do anything, but if you want to sleep here tonight, that’s fine.” A smile tugged at your cheeks and you nodded at your phone. “I’ll just set my alarm an hour early to give you time to head out.”
Michelangelo gasped a little at your offer. “Yes!” He said a little too excitedly and squeezed your hands tight again.
Immediately your hand yanked out of his grip, putting a finger to your mouth. “Shhh!” You hissed through a smile. “We gotta keep it down, remember?”
"Oh!“ His eyes widened a little and he covered his mouth. His cheeks lit up red and he grinned. "Sorry.” He whispered.
The rest of the night had been perfect. The two of you just sat on your bed, listening to music, and making idle chit-chat. There were a few kisses here-and-there and a couple tearful embraces. Just as you were both about to lay down and go to sleep, the alarm on your phone went off.
You grabbed it in disbelief; there was no way it was time yet. You had not even gotten a wink of sleep! Despite seeing the clock on your phone you still ventured to the window and saw the sun peeking over the horizon. The sky was colored a wonderful yellow and purple and you could smell the moisture of morning dew in the air.
“Guess I’m really not waking up huh?” Michelangelo’s voice cut through the silence.
“No,” you mumbled. The realization of leaving suddenly took hold of you. You gripped the windowsill and felt another wave of tears coming. “I’ll…I’ll listen to that CD every–”
The sound of footsteps outside your bedroom made both of you snap to attention. Michelangelo leaped out of your bed as you started to open the window for him.
“Hurry! Go, go!” You urged him along in a whisper, waving for him to move faster.
He stopped when he got to the window and looked at you. “You sure you don’t want to stay?”
“Mikey,” You whined a little.
The smile on his face put you at ease, “Kiddin’, Babe!” He stared at you for a long time and shrugged. “So…I will see you later right?”
You gave him a weak smile and a quick peck on the cheek. “Much later,” There was a knock on your door, making your heart race. “One second!” You called out before you started pushing the ninja out your window. “Go! I love you!”
“Okay, okay!” He hopped onto the fire escape silently and looked at you one more time. “Love you too,” He waved and then jumped off the side, disappearing into the shadowy alley below.
Hi! What if after a botched mission were the boys almost didn't make it out, their s/o starts having nightmares where they lose their turtle, how does the turt react when their s/o is crying out to them in their sleep. And terribly explaining the nightmares
These turned out to be more drabbles but you guys don’t mind it yeah? ;)
Hearing your screaming for his name in your sleep, it terrifies the shit out of him. He wakes up to see you sweating furiously and clenching the sheets tightly as tears stream down your face. He shakes you in attempts to wake you, and when he’s successful he quickly takes you into his arms.
“Shhh, shh, shhh. Baby, what is it?”
“The mission….you…. you di–”
Leo holds you tighter to stop you from talking, since he knows what your nightmare was about just by your words. “I’m right here (y/n), I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” It takes all his strength to not cry himself.
After the failed mission, you and Raph went to sleep together and held the other like you were sewn together. But after being woken up in the middle of the night by your rapid shaking and calling out to him like he wasn’t there beside you, he grew concerned quickly and sat up to wake you. Raph noticed the never-ending flow of tears, and he began speaking louder to you.
The moment you sit up you lean into him, and he embraces you lovingly and kisses the top of your head.
“Wanna tell me?”
You do, and Raph can’t help but have this big lump in his throat. He didn’t know that the mission frightened you that much. He sits there at the edge of the bed with you in his arms as you let out your tears for him; it only tells him that he will have to be more careful, and to promise to himself that after every time he goes off to fight he WILL return home to you. You remain in Raphael’s arms until you cry yourself to sleep.
He was exhausted by the time he got home from the mission, so both of you retreated to the bed to sleep in each other’s arms. He didn’t hear you call out to him at first when you began having your nightmare of Don and his death, but when you finally sat up at the edge of your bed the quaking of your body shuddered the bed frame, and Donnie awoke tiredly. His golden eyes caught your figure bent over and shaking like a rattler’s tail; he instantly rose then and quickly made his way beside you. You felt a warm hand touch your back.
“You died…” you say breathlessly, a tear going down your cheek. “The mission….I dreamt you…. that you never came back….”
He held you close and kissed you multiple times, letting you cry everything out and talk about it if you ever wished. He doesn’t say much, only listens and gives you comfort until you fall asleep.
He does cry, some. Mikey is usually a heavy sleeper, but he immediately woke up the first time you said his name aloud in your sleep. He thought something was wrong; the sweat pouring off your face, your pained expression and the tears falling down your cheeks, something wasn’t right. But after judging your actions a bit more, he finally figured it was a nightmare; Mikey slowly bent down to kiss you on your temple multiple times, and finally when he kissed your lips your eyes shot open. You were within his arms in a matter of seconds.
“Hey, hey, hey. What’s happening’?” he says softly, hand stroking your cheek and running through your hair. When you tell him of your nightmare of Mikey’s death during the mission, getting more worked up and crying even more now, he swallows hard and kisses you again, only longer, to tell you it was only a dream.
“I’m still breathing’ baby doll. Don’t you worry about ‘ol Mikey ya hear? I’m not leaving’ anytime soon.”
He takes you in his arms again and falls back with you on the mattress, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead as both of you fall asleep once more.