something for your nightmares

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“Skam Imagine Part 1: Chris Schistad cheers you up at your surprise birthday party”

Inspired by Fickle Game by Amber Run

warnings: Chris is the world’s best kisser, pass it on

[I do not own the gif above!]

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You’d had many dreams about coming home to house a chaos and screaming, in fact it was one of your most recurring nightmares. Mind you, it usually involved watching your family get murdered or something only of nightmares. Coming back from the library to find half of your school already waiting at your house was just as traumatizing. You didn’t think even three quarters of the partying teens knew who you were, but no one passed up a good party. 

Was it a good party? Were people going to talk about your birthday party for days to come? 

Maybe it wasn’t the end of the world. 

You knew it was Eva who had set it up but the way she opened the door with a sly grin and a big gift box that she kept shoving in your direction. You had taken the box and opened it before Eva tore it apart for you, not worrying about the beautiful yellow ribbon around it. 

“You’re giving me a dress?” Your eyes skimmed over the silky red number and internally cringed. It was gorgeous, absolutely stunning, but it wasn’t exactly… you

“Don’t look at it with such disdain, Y/N, it’s your size and everything. You’re going to be the hottest person here. Besides me, obviously, but it’s your birthday so you get to be second hottest.”

You gave her a pointed look and then glanced back down at the dress. It was insanely gorgeous, and it was your birthday. Maybe you could wear it just this once? 

“But really, it’s going to look amazing. And Kåre is here, so not only can you ask him out finally, but you’ll be in the perfect outfit.  

Somehow you had wound up in the dress quicker than you would have thought possible. The mention of the boy you seemed head over heels for, for the past two years, was at your party. 

You bounced down the stairs and gave hugs to your friends who seemed a little tipsy and quite excited to see the birthday girl. Noora handed you a gift, too excited to wait to give it to you, and you opened it quickly. Noora always gave the best gifts, usually from second hand stores or homemade. And every single one was chosen with love. 

You look at the silver bracelet that had an amethyst stone in the middle, a small hairline fracture down the middle. It was one of the prettiest thing you’d ever seen and instantly recognized it from the homemade jewelry store across from where you worked. You were always tempted to buy the entire store. 

“Noora, it’s beautiful, thank you so much,” you gushed to her loudly. 

She gave you another hug and Chris came bounding around the corner in one of her crazy outfits that always looked fabulous on her. She gave you an almost forceful kiss and grabbed you by the shoulders. 

“I’m poor, Y/N. But I’m a damn good kisser,” she exclaimed drunkenly, making you laugh and hug her tightly. 

Eva suddenly was leading you away from the other girls and pushing you in the direction towards him. Kåre was standing only a few feet away, a drink in his hands and one of his friends by his side. His black hair was covering his eyes and your hand twitched, longing to reach out and push it out of his face. 

That boy had totally consumed your thoughts. 

“Kåre, have any words for the birthday girl?” You flinched at Eva’s incredibly loud voice and froze when he looked right at you. Eva seemed to slither into the crowd and abandon you to face Kåre coming right towards you. 

“Y/N! What’s up? I didn’t know this was your party!” 

You opened your mouth and closed it, twice, while trying to decide if you should be offended or not. It wasn’t a big deal, so he didn’t know who’s party he was it? It’s not like Eva had sent our pretty invitations or anything that he had been looking at for a week. At least you didn’t think so; you assumed she’d just spread the word at school. 

“Yeah, it’s my birthday. Gettin’ older,” you mumbled with a forced laugh. 

“Cool. You look pretty hot,” he said a little bluntly, making you realize he was definitely a little tipsy. You were dumfounded at first, even excited, that he found you attractive. Then you felt insanely awkward. 

“You too,” you said shakily, hoping he didn’t realize how nervous you were. The two of you’d had classes together and even group projects, but you’d never really talked that much. Not outside of classes at least. 

“Anyways, I have to find some of my friends. And tell your friend, Eva I think, to come find me later.” He winked at you and seemed to disappear so quickly you wondered if he had even been there. 

What did he mean about Eva? 

Realization dawned on you and you slowly felt every part of your body crumble into a thousand pieces. Every little bit of hope that you’d had for you and Kåre disappeared. He was into Eva. Suddenly your birthday, your dress, and even your friends couldn’t cheer you up in the slightest. You turned away from the crowd of people in your living room and decided to hide in the kitchen. 

The two people making out against your counter seemed slightly irritated that they were no longer alone and scrambled out, not noticing your depressed expression. 

You saw of the alcohol used to make drinks out in the hall and grabbed the bottle of peppermint vodka like it was a long lost friend. The smooth mint flavour burned down your throat deliciously and and four shots later, you felt like your body was humming. Getting drunk wasn’t your style, but you did enjoy the warm and fuzzy feeling a little bit could give you. 

Unfortunately it was only moments later that the tears began to flow down your cheeks like rain drops against a window pane. You grabbed a cloth from one of the kitchen drawers to wipe your eyes but you were crying too hard to really make a difference. 

When was the last time you had cried like this over a stupid boy? Your friends used to warn you about him too, saying he was too into himself to be smart and notice you. 

“I’ve seen many girls cry at parties, but I have to say, you look the most heartbroken, elskling.” The voice startled you and you looked up at it’s owner with wide eyes. 

Never in your young years had you imagined Chris Schistad calling you ‘darling’. Never in your young years had you ever actually imagined him showing up to your party though either. It was like a rare sighting of an endangered animal. Or a unicorn for that matter. 

“I’m trying to suffer in silence.” 

“Somebody is snippy when they’re sad,” he commented with a hint of amusement in his tone. You shot him a glare but by the way his lips curled into a smile, you knew it wasn’t very effective. 

“Up up, elskling,” he said motion to the counter that you were leaning against. You shook your head and his gaze became harder, more demanding, but oddly still kind. You rolled your eyes and did as he asked. 

“So tell me, what does it take to make a girl cry on her own birthday?”

He knew it was your birthday? Chris was full of surprises apparently. You couldn’t decide if you were more shocked or flattered. 

“Stupid boy wants to fuck my best friend,” you said bluntly, reaching for the bottle of vodka again. Chris lightly slapped your hand away and grabbed the bottle for himself, taking a couple of swigs and putting it out of your reach. 

“Drinking won’t solve anything,” he said pointedly before resting a hand on your thigh. You looked down at it and felt a small rush in your head, from the alcohol or maybe from the effect of Chris touching you. “If he makes such a nice girl cry, fuck him.”

“Thanks but already I tried actually that,” you retorted with a miserable pout. Chris choked on a surprised laugh and moved slightly closer to you on the couch. 

“You’re funny too, why haven’t I see you around at school?”

You looked away and pretended to be deep in though, biting your lip gently. “If I had to take a wild guess, I’d say it’s probably because I’m not much to look at. I’m not your type.” 

He took a sip of his drink and watched you carefully for a moment, his eyes slipping over your body as smooth as the alcohol that had rushed down your throat earlier. You felt your body numbing and you wondered if Chris Schistad really did have magical powers. Here he was talking to you at your own party; you supposed anything could be possible. 

“I beg to differ. And while I truly appreciate that dress,” he said with a longing sigh, a little too suggestive, “you’re really, really too pretty for some asshole to ruin your birthday.” 

Your stilled and Chris’s hand moved up your thigh to where your own hand rested. You prayed he wasn’t going to just shove his hand down your pants and be that guy and was pleasantly surprised when he put his hand over yours. The rough yet incredibly warm hand covered your own and matched the warm feeling in your chest from the alcohol. Perhaps Chris Schistad was his own form of alcohol. 

“Maybe we just hadn’t found the right time to meet then,” you suggested in a low voice. 

He gave you one of his wicked smiles and nodded, tossing his blonde hair out of his eyes. “Now seems pretty good though, doesn’t it?”

Before you had a chance to nod, he’d gently pulled your thighs apart and pressed his body between them, resting one hand on your cheek and the other on your back. You breathed in, regretting it a moment later when his lips touched yours, so gently you almost didn’t feel it. 

Worrying he would pull back, you breathed him in and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his lips closer against yours. Something needy and passionate washed over the both of you and his teeth were tugging at your bottom lip while your tongue grazed his top lip. 

Soon his tongue was sweeping through your mouth, peppermint an overwhelming flavour on both of your tongues. You leaned him into, your back slightly arched, and his palm against your back sliding upwards, pushing your shirt with it. His pinky grazed your bare skin and you made a small sound in the back of your throat. 

He moved his hand back down and covered your exposed skin, his finger tips kneading gently into your lower back. Your finger nails tug into his neck and he stopped breathing for a second, seeming almost enticed by the quick sting. 

“Happy Birthday, elskling,” he whispered into your lips. 

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A/N: This was so fun to write and since I’m looking for fun with these, I didn’t edit. Editing makes me uninspired and tired unfortunately. This is part one! I’ll try and write another part or two tonight :) 

Imagine ...

Meeting Peter Pan 

Originally posted by frczenswann

“Felix?” He glared seeing you for the first time. “What is this?” 

“A girl, Pan. The shadow brought her here,” Felix explained. 

He glared at you, and you glared back. You were upset you were taken from your slumber by something you only seen in your nightmares. 

“Can I help you?” You ask with a sarcastic attitude. 

Pan seemed to be quite in shock, and then he smiled. 

“Oh I like her.” 

Originally posted by suggysangster

I will always protect you (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: heyo, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where spiderman saves you from something but later your having nightmares about the attack and Peter comforts you and just fluff

A/N: So today is my birthday and I woke up to more than 550 followers ?!!!! This is CRAZY. The blog has 3 weeks and I never thought I would have more than 100 followers if I’m honest. This is one of the best birthday presents ever! Thank you very much xx


You woke up sweating, the events of two months before running through your mind and reminding you everything that happened that night. You knew you wouldn’t fall back to sleep -you were tired, but also scared. You didn’t want to have nightmares again. 

Opening your window, you got to the fire escape and walked to the floor under yours, where Peter lived. You knew he would let you in, and maybe he would even cuddle you. You just wanted to feel protected, and you knew Peter would always be there for you, so that’s where you liked to go when things like this happened.
Knocking at his window, you saw him churning. You felt guilty about waking him up, but he always told you it was alright. Touching the scar you got that night on your hip, you knocked again. He finally opened his eyes, and walking to you, he opened the window and let you in, hugging you just as you got in.
‘The same dream?’ he asked, trying to keep his voice low so he wouldn’t wake up May. He was rubbing your hair and keeping you close, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies inside you. You wanted him to love you, but you knew it was impossible. He saw you as a sister, and that would always be that way.
You nodded, and he took you to his bed, still holding you in his arms. You both laid there, cuddling.
‘If Spiderman hadn’t saved me that night, God knows what would’ve happened to me. Maybe I wouldn’t have only a scar. It just-it makes me sick thinking about it. What those men wanted to do with me -I hate it. If you had just heard them Peter. I-I thought they were gonna -I thought they were gonna rape me. I was so scared. In the nightmare Spiderman never comes, and I have to dream about what they do, and it just-it makes me… I don’t even know. I felt so stupid about taking that way home, as if all that had actually been my fault’ you whispered, trying not to cry. You had felt so dirty the first days, that Peter had had to be at your room, waiting for you to come out of the shower, so you wouldn’t be there for hours, just rubbing your skin.
‘Don’t think about that. It wasn’t your fault. I-I will always protect you. I won’t let anything happen to you ever again. I promise’ he said, holding you even closer until there was no space between you both. You closed your eyes and breathed his smell in, finally feeling secure and at home.
When May opened Peter’s door at morning to wake him up to go shopping, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the two teenager who were in love with each other and didn’t know about it, and let them sleep, still hugging each other.

Doors Shutting are Doors Opening-Barry Allen x Reader

Prompt: 6, 10, 93 with Barry Allen. With a happy ending please? Thank you!

6. you’re mine

10. one last time

93. i’m always too late

A/N YAAASSS I’ve been having Barry feels for ages

Pacing around the room, you were going to drive yourself insane. Barry was away on a missing hunting a damn metahuman and you weren’t sure where this was all going. Your relationship has turned into something more from a nightmare, and less Jack and Sally. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you tried to think about what you were going to say to Barry once he got home. 

Unfortunately, you didn’t have to wait for long. Barry came home half an hour later and the feeling of crippling anxiety coursed through you like a jolt of electricity. “Hey, Barr.” Looking down, you addressed him and Barry ran over to you and pulled your head up to meet his gaze and he kissed you lightly.

“Hey beautiful, what’s wrong?” Concern laced Barry’s eyes and he kissed you once again. He stroked your hair and you didn’t pull away because you couldn’t. There was no place in the world you believed that you belonged in than Barry’s arms and so there was no chance that you were going to sacrifice your last few moments with him.

“Barry, please sit down. We need to talk about something.” Dread flooded his features and you took his hand and guided him down to the sofa and patted the seat beside yours. “I don’t think we’re working anymore.” Chocking out your words, you refused to look Barry in the eyes because it was too difficult. “There’s just so much going on and I feel like we aren’t on the same path anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love you with all my heart, but we just aren’t good like that anymore.” The burning in your throat burned and tears just kept falling.

“It’s because I’m always late, isn’t it. I’m always too late to all of our important events but you know that my priority is to save people. It’s what I do.” Barry’s voice was strained and pained, much like yours. “whatever happened to you’re mine and I’m yours? We said that we’d get through our problems together. That we would talk before we do something rash. You’re not being fair. I love you.” 

Your shoulders were now shaking and Barry refused to let you go. He was not going to let you go without a fight and you didn’t really want to leave him either. You kissed him with everything you had left. Your lips were submissive to his soft ones, salty tears were tasted and the desperation from both parties was felt. Your hands tangled in his hair and his ones cupped your neck and your waist. One last time, you told yourself. 

You pulled away from Barry but he didn’t let you get too far. “Don’t leave me. Not just yet. Please give us one more chance to fix everyone. Just one.” You nodded and Barry kissed you again. There was a chance that you and Barry would be together and you would take it with both hands.

musings at 4 a.m / remus lupin

huge thank you to the anon that requested this. i hope i met your expectations. x

word count// 1,496


Insomnia was something you battled against for the longest time. Nightmares plagued your sleep most nights and with the looming threat of a war brewing around you, peaceful slumbers were very few and far between. Hearing the snores of your roommates only furthered your desires for sleep to come and every starry night, you found yourself burrowed into the couch in the common room. The crackling fire made you sigh contentedly as you stared into the bright flames, but it wasn’t enough to lull you into unconsciousness. It was extremely frustrating to yearn for sleep so badly, to want it with all your might, but your mind was constantly switched on and thoughts were running like a hamster on a wheel.

Drawing the cream colored blanket tighter to your body, you grasped your wand and waved it into the air whilst muttering a spell to turn the record player on. It played at a low volume, the Arctic Monkeys song seeping into the vacant common room. You sighed heavily and sunk back into the cushions, legs tucked into an Indian style position with a blanket draped over your lap. Even the silky voice of one of your favorite singers couldn’t evoke sleep.

Remus was surprised when he reached the doorway into the common room from his dormitory to see you lounging on the couch. His fingers drummed silently onto the bottle of fire whiskey in his hands, debating on going back to bed, but he knew there was no use in trying to sleep. The full moon had been the previous night and he was still drained, marks displayed on his face to prove it, but the voices in his head were screaming at full volume. He finally worked up the courage to stop watching you mouth song lyrics and perch himself alongside you before the fire.

Acquaintances is how you’d describe your relationship with Remus Lupin. You’d been partners in various classes a couple times and had a few mutual friends, but that was where it ended between the two of you. You thought he was very cute with his messy hair, his blatant love for books and sweaters, and his tendency to stutter when he spoke to you. A tiny crush is what you had developed for Remus Lupin, but it was just a crush and it was sure to fade with time. Therefore, you were surprised to see him clad in heather gray sweatpants and a blue sweatshirt, sitting a few inches from you—close enough to reach out and touch.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” You asked. You smiled a bit, allowing your eyes to rake over his profile and take in his ruffled appearance. The cuts on his cheeks and yellowing bruises sparked your interest since it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him roughed up. He seemed far from the confrontational guy who liked a physical fight so you wondered how he had gotten the cuts and bruises.    

“That and I’m tired of listening to Sirius snore,” Remus joked and finally looked away from the blazing fire to look at you. The left side of his mouth raised into a small smile while you chuckled quietly.

There was a comfortable silence that followed. You watched as Remus raised the bottle of fire whiskey to his lips and took a swig of the alcoholic beverage. His face puckered up a bit once he swallowed and you had to cover your mouth with your hand to conceal the grin, but he must’ve noticed since his cheeks flushed bright red. He buried his fingers in his hair sheepishly whilst you giggled softly against your hand.

Remus cleared his throat nervously. “Why can’t you sleep?”

You fiddled with the hem of your blanket, twirling a string that hung from it around your index finger. You could feel Remus watching you and if it had been any other person, you might’ve felt uncomfortable telling the reason but you felt incredibly at ease with him.

“Nightmares. I have them almost every night and sometimes I just…can’t sleep because I’m afraid to.”

It felt good to talk to someone for once. You had friends who were willing to listen, but you felt as if they wouldn’t understand. With Remus it felt different; you felt like you could express everything you were holding inside and he would never interrupt. He would just listen and genuinely understand. Your hunch wasn’t wrong when he looked at you, the bottle of fire whiskey outstretched towards you with no ounce of pity in his eyes. Remus understood because he struggled with the same thing, although you didn’t know that quite yet.

The fire whiskey felt warm as you took a gulp of it, the musky liquid sliding down your parched throat. You took one more sip before screwing the cap back on and sitting it between you and Remus. The record player was still reverberating music into the room, now playing a song you recognized as Mess is Mine—a Vance Joy song.

“I have nightmares too,” Remus spoke suddenly, causing you to look away from the stone mantel piece above the fire and into his brown eyes. They shone with an emotion that was unmistakably fear and confliction. “I have nightmares about what I am.”

You tilted your head slightly, furrowing your eyebrows in complete bewilderment. He appeared very fragile and scared as soon as he got the seven words out in the open, leaving you to gaze at him intently to figure him out. When his head moved to the right, facing you a bit to grab the fire whiskey, you could see the wetness gathered in his eyes and the subtle shake in his hands when he tipped the bottle back against his mouth. Before you realized what you were doing, your left hand grasped his right and hesitantly let your drastically smaller fingers fall into the spaces between his significantly larger ones. Remus refused to look at you when his vision blurred and his hand shook a bit more in yours.

“Remus,” You said tenderly and turned your body to completely face him. “Talk to me. What do you mean ‘what I am’?”

He didn’t respond. Your thumb ran along his skin and although it soothed him a bit, he was terrified to tell you what he was. Remus battled the tears as long as he possibly could under your watchful eye, but one finally plummeted down his cheek and fell onto your hand that was tangled with his own. He felt slightly embarrassed that he was crying in front of you—a girl he barely knew—yet somehow he felt more comfortable with you than bashful.

Your heart constricted in your chest as his tear slid down the back of your hand, leaving a trail in its wake. Your free hand rose to his cheek and turned his head to look at you. The fear and hurt in his eyes nearly broke your heart and you felt every feature on your face soften as he helplessly raked over your face. You knew this boy was conflicted and hurting more than you could’ve ever imagined—much more than you ever thought you were.

“It’s okay. You can tell me, Rem,” You reassured in a whisper. Your right hand wiped at the tears on his cheeks whilst the other squeezed his hand, urging him to tell you.

Remus leaned into your touch ever so slightly, whimpering like a little boy seeking comfort which he supposed that’s what he was at that moment. “I-I’m a…w-werewolf,” He whispered the last word so quietly that it took you a few seconds to realize what he actually said.

All of the puzzle pieces fell into place. The cuts and bruises littered on his skin suddenly made perfect sense. He couldn’t sleep and it was the day after the full moon. He was drowning in his own thoughts of being a monster, but he was far, far from being one.

You did all you knew to do and pulled him into a tight hug. Remus gladly accepted your embrace and the two of you found yourselves curled against one another on the couch. He held onto you as if it was the only thing keeping him sane and you raked your fingers through his messy hair, the bottle of fire whiskey fallen to the floor—forgotten and out of mind. The quiet music mingled with Remus’ steady breath on your neck made your eyelids heavy and even though it was nearly 5 in the morning, the two of you fell asleep on each other and got in a few hours of shut eye before the sun broke the horizon.

Talking in the early hours of the morning became a regular occurrence for you and Remus. Even though sleeping was an obstacle, it came easier when he felt your fingers tracing patterns on his skin and when you heard his steady heart beating under your ear.

I love the whole concept of bromalgamate. While I adore the cute version of two brothers melted in eternal hug I tried to do something… more solid akin to Endogamy or Reaper Bird. Something less cute, something that might happen in your worst nightmares.

Inspiration goes to polidactylism and siamese twins with a tiny bit of horror.

Did I mentioned shiny, melting eyes?

I will go to hell for this

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30 Days of Kong: Days 6, 7, and 8

What’s your favorite creature on Skull Island?

Triceratops, the greatest dinosaur of all time, puts in a brief appearance in The Mighty Kong.

What’s your favorite depiction of Skull Island?

The original. Dense compositions and an abundance of glass paintings make it feel like something out of a dream – or a nightmare.

What was your first Kong film?

King Kong vs. Godzilla – also my first Godzilla movie, and possibly my first monster movie period. Got it from the city library. I was not happy that Kong won.

Only A Nightmare [REQUEST]

I feel like I’ve been so focused on my series that I’ve neglected the other members and that makes me sad! But here is a little bit of Baekhyun fluff to make it up to you all. ENJOY!

Jade xo

You didn’t wake up like how you were expecting to. The sheets were clinging to your body, sweat dripping down in beads along your body. The room wasn’t streaming with sunlight so it was still night outside. And Baekhyun was shaking your shoulders, his worried face looming over your body.

“Baby, are you ok?” he asked, as you blinked hard and tried to sit up, wiping the tiny beads of sweat off your brow. “You were having a nightmare or something!” he added, helping you up into his arms, curling you into his chest and kissing the top of your head.

Gasping in shock, you immediately broke down, an avalanche of emotions falling on top of you as your nightmare came back to you. “It wasn’t real,” you murmured through your sobs, feeling tears trickle down your cheeks.

Baekhyun’s grip tightened around you, making you turn into his body so you could cry into the collar of his t-shirt. “It’s ok baby,” he told you softly, running his hand through your hair and down your back soothingly. “It wasn’t real. It was just a nightmare. You’re here and safe with me,” he said comfortingly, dotting little kisses on the top of your head.

“We were in China and I lost you in the crowd and I couldn’t find you and then I fell trying and everyone was standing on me,” you tried to explain, your voice breaking and hiccupping as you worked yourself up into hysterics. “Everything was closing in and I couldn’t breathe.” Crying harder, you wrapped your arms around Baekhyun’s neck and buried your face in the crook of it. The faint smell of his aftershave was comforting. It made you feel safe and at home.

His nimble fingers continued to soothe you, working his way through your hair and down your back. “Everything is alright baby. I’m here and you’re safe. Everything is ok. You’re ok,” he repeatedly told you, saying it like a mantra until you finally believed it and stopped your crying. “We’re alright baby.”

After eventually calming down, the tension leaving your body like a wave of relief, you leaned against Baekhyun’s chest and looked up at his face, seeing his soft smile. “I’m sorry for waking you up,” you said quietly, trying to give him a weak smile to reassure him you were ok.

“Oh baby,” he replied with a light chuckle. His hand moved back up your neck to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing the tears off. “You don’t need to apologise for anything. As long as you’re alright now, that’s all that matters. Do you feel better now?”

His concern warmed you right down to your toes, making you feel so lucky to have him by your side. “A little bit,” you told him in a small voice, leaning your face into his palm.

Baekhyun nibbled on his bottom lip and made a face like he was thinking really hard about something. “How about you go and make us some hot chocolate and I’ll set up a surprise in the living room?” he said after a little bit of deliberation. The stretching smile on his lips told you he was excited about whatever he was thinking about.

Sharing a little bit of the excitement, you agreed and let Baekhyun pull you out of bed, practically lifting you up under your arms. “Extra marshmallows?” you asked, sliding into your slippers and wiggling your toes at their fluffiness. You already knew the answer but you still wanted to hear it because it always made your heart flutter.

“I love you,” he told you with a smirk on his face. Dotting a little kiss on your nose, he spun you around on the point and gently pushed you in the direction of the kitchen. “Don’t come out until you’ve finished the hot chocolates,” he added.

While you waited for the kettle to boil, you prepared two mugs and found the marshmallows from the back of the cupboard. From the living room, you heard some banging and thudding. “What are you doing in there Baek?” you called out from the door.

“Don’t come out just yet,” he replied panicky.

You laughed a little to yourself and went back to waiting for the kettle to boil, trying to shake off the remnants of your nightmare. It wasn’t real but in the moment, it felt like you were suffocating. You never used to have bad dreams, even when Baekhyun was away for work for long periods of time. It didn’t make sense that you would have such a horrible dream about Baekhyun, despite the fact he was asleep right beside you.

His soft voice from the living room snapped you out of your daze. “It’s ready!”

“One second,” you replied, grabbing the kettle and pouring the steaming water into the two mugs. Giving each of them a stir, you squirted a dab of cream on top and finished it off with little marshmallows that Baekhyun loved. “Ready!” Slowly carrying the tray of hot chocolates, you headed into the living room.

In the middle of the room was Baekhyun, standing in front of what looked like a massive pile of blankets. You looked at him confused, waiting for him to explain why every blanket you owned was in the living room and not in the closet. “It’s a den,” he explained, an innocent smile on his lips as he crouched down and pulled back a blanket, light spilling out from inside. He beckoned you closer and took the tray off you.

On your hands and knees, you crawled under the blankets and gasped in amazement. It was warm and cosy, with the fluffiest blankets underneath you and twinkling fairy lights above. “Wow Baek!” you exclaimed, moving further up so he could slide in next to you. Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you pulled him closer and nuzzling your face into his side, the pair of you leaning back on the cushions and blankets until you were lying on the ground. “I can’t believe you did all of this,” you murmured, still in awe as you looked up at the fairy lights.

“It’s the closest I could get you to sleeping under the stars,” he told you softly, pulling you closer into his side until you were tucked up neatly like a little kitten. “Maybe this will help you sleep better,” he added kissing the spot in the middle of your head where your hair met your forehead.

You rolled on top of him and leaned over towards the hot chocolates, picking a little marshmallow out of a mug. “Thank you Baekhyun,” you murmured softly, feeding him the marshmallow before sealing his lips with a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied, sitting up with you in his lap so he could take his hot chocolate, passing you yours in the process.

For what felt like hours, you stayed up with Baekhyun, drinking hot chocolate and rolling around in the little den he had made. By the time you started to feel sleepy again, you were completely relaxed and at ease … all thanks to your amazing boyfriend. You knew he wouldn’t be there to make a den every time you had a nightmare but you would always have the memories of when he was and that was comfort enough.

As you drifted off to sleep with your head resting on Baekhyun’s chest, slowly moving up and down in time with his breathing, you couldn’t help but sigh softly and hold on tighter, your arms wrapping around his waist. You were on the brink of sleep, with Baekhyun’s soft fingers tracing circles along your bare shoulder blade. The last thing you thought you heard before sleep pulled you in was your beautiful boyfriend’s voice.

“Sweet dreams baby girl.”


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dogfjght  asked:

Oh my gosh, your writing is so good! Can I request Fulcrum (he's so lovely ^v^), Kaon and Rodimus comforting their s/o after they have a nightmare? I love your blog! :D

Anything for you, friend! :) And thank you so much, it is always reassuring to hear that. Also, I agree, Fulcrum is the bomb!  >;)

  • Fulcrum’s peace keeping protocols kick in immediately and he’s instantly holding you tightly and stroking your hair. He will gently ask if you want to talk or do something to get your mind off of your nightmare. I’s okay, he’s here and you’re safe. He’ll probably cuddle you to death. Nightmares are a big deal to him, he knows how you feel. Just ask him about Styx. Luckily, you two have each other now.
  • He listens carefully to what you have to say if you decide to talk about it. He only leaves to get you something warm to drink to soothe you. He’s intent on making you as comfortable as possible so you can go back to bed. Expect lots of kisses and lots of blankets to be thrown at you. He’ll probably blow the situation out of proportion because he’s a concerned mother hen.
  • Jokingly offers to bore you to sleep with his tech talk or stories and isn’t above being silly or cheesy to make you laugh. Will tell you funny stories and make god awful impersonations. Also tells you that you are scary when you don’t get enough sleep, so go to bed nerd. He’ll be nearby if you need him.
  • Kaon hates to see you distressed and calmly asks you to tell him what’s wrong. He doesn’t say anything when you explain you’ve had a nightmare. He just pulls you closer to him until your basically in his lap and he’s telling you that’s it’s over now and that he’s here for you.
  • Tells you nothing could ever hurt you when you have such an electrifying boyfriend who loves you dearly.  Despite that, he urges you to tell him about your nightmare so he can lay your fears to rest, spend precious time cuddling you, and figure out if he needs to kill whatever caused your nightmare.
  • Strokes your cheek a lot and teases you by being patronizing cause he’s a dick but really does care about his loved ones. Urges you to go to sleep but if decide you aren’t sleepy anymore, he doesn’t push it. He’d rather you go back to bed but will indulge you if you want to stay up. Doesn’t take much for this mech to spoil you rotten if you’re in distress.
  •  Rodimus is worried after hearing you’ve had a nightmare. There’s a period of silence before you can see the light bulb in his head turn on. He’s got a plan for once: He must forsake his identity as Rodimus Prime and become…a Rescue Bot. This freaking dork obnoxiously rolls to the rescue and explains that he’s gotta save you from the bad dreams.
  • If for some reason you didn’t fall asleep in bed, he picks you bridal-style and takes you there, complete with fake emergency siren noises that wake up everyone in the vicinity.  Otherwise, he rescues you by attacking you with his medicinal kisses, hoping to chase your nightmares away.  He just wants to hear your cute laugh.
  • Once he’s settled down, he seriously asks if you want to discuss your nightmare or sneak out somewhere and hang out. (Seriously he will offer to take you on a ride in the Rodpod.) Either way, he’s staying with you the entire night and making sure you get a good night’s sleep. Reminds you that he’s here for you and nothing can hurt you when Roddy’s here.

Note: my responses from now on will probably be shorter to save you guys from the pain of reading huge paragraphs.

BTS When You Have a Night Terror

Hope you enjoy! Hopefully these aren’t too long, I just realized that I write really long reactions. :b
-Admin Noise


Jin: His first thought when you woke up with tears was to comfort you the best way he could. So he’d take you into the kitchen, since you always have found comfort in watching him cook. He would wrap you in a blanket bundle in one of the bar stools with a mug filled with hot cocoa as he cooked you something to eat. You would talk about your nightmare and he would listen, sometimes coming over and kiss your cheek or give you a hug. When he noticed that you were starting to relax more and more Jin would relax and finish cooking his meal and place it in front of you. You two would eat his finished meal and talk about the food, up coming schedules, and anything that would bring pleasant dreams your way. Afterwards he would carry you to bed and wait till your sleeping peacefully before falling asleep himself.

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Suga: He would wake up when he heard you scream and shoot upwards. His hands would quickly rub your arms until you slowed down, he would keep repeating that it was just a bad dream and there was nothing to be afraid of. He would wait for you to start talking about your nightmare before using common sense to get rid of the fear. He would rub your arms up and down grounding you back to the bed before grabbing a pair of headphones and putting them over your ears. Suga would play you a song, a soft one without words to help lull you back to sleep. He would stay up watching as you slept just in case the nightmares came back.

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J-Hope: He would wake with a start when he heard you crying, he would immediately pull you into his lap and run his hand through your hair. Once you started to talk about how you were forced to watch him get murdered in your dream he would quickly shush you and explain that it’s all good. He’s here now with you and nothing will come and get you. You two would work together to break apart your dreams piece by piece with stupid nicknames and funny impersonations. After your laughter filled the room instead of your sobs he would suggest trying to go back to sleep, you would fall back asleep quickly, but he would stay up for a little longer running his hands through your hair and making sure that you weren’t having another nightmare.

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Rap Monster: He would feel you wake up, since he’s a light sleeper, and he would rub your back until you were calm enough to speak. Once you could talk he would ask you what happened in your nightmare. After talking about it, he would calm your fears with reason, logic, and muscles. He would explain that no monster or human would want to challenge him to an arm wrestling match or a problem solving match. Making you laugh and easing the fear in your mind, he would pull you close against him and continue to rub your back, whisper sweet things into your ear until you fell back asleep against him. Rap Mon would be one to sleep lightly for the rest of the night, just to make sure that you’re okay and sleeping well. He would call your boss in the morning and say that you’re coming in late and he would make sure that you got enough sleep.

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Jimin: He would wake up seconds after you did, whether it was loud or not he would know that something was wrong. You would explain that it was just a nightmare, but he could hear it in your voice that you were still frightened. He would ask you to explain what it was about and when you did he would hold your hands and brush your hair back. He would suggest going back to sleep, but he would notice your hesitation so he would say that he wasn’t that tired anyways. Jimin would stay up the rest of the night with you, having a funny face contest or playing Mario Kart. Once the sun started to peek through the curtains he would smile and giggle as you fell asleep against his shoulder. He would stay up for a little longer but soon he would fall asleep too, holding you tightly.

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V: He would wake up to the feeling of you trying to leave his embrace, at first he would think that you’re getting some water or you have a cramp so he would let you go but when he hears your hiccups he would turn on the light and hold you gently. Once you started talking, he would wait for you to finish before he would ask a silly question about the dream. He would take the plot of your dream and weave it into a new story with jokes and poorly acted out characters, who were all trying to save the princess (you). The sun would start to rise as he finished his story with a small applause and yawn from you and a couple of bows from him. V would suggest going back to sleep, since you two were up all night. He would pull you back into a tight hug and crash down into the pillows, he would pretend to be asleep but he would be awake and monitoring you for the majority of the time.

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Jungkook: It would take a it to wake Jungkook up, he would notice that you weren’t there and he would slowly get up and walk to the kitchen thinking you were thirsty or maybe a little hungry. When he heard soft hiccups he would get worried and jog in to see you standing in the kitchen holding yourself. He would pick you up and and bring you back to bed. Jungkook you rub the tension out of your shoulders and ask what was wrong. He would listen to you talk about your nightmare, ignoring his own feeling of drowsiness. He would quickly try to make you feel better muttering sweet things and trying to use some sleepy logic to dispel your fears. When that didn’t work he would stand up and grab a pillow, “Jagi don’t worry. Nothing will get you, I got these skills.” He would fall back asleep quickly once you felt better, but he would either not sleep well and be restless or he would wake up constantly to check on you.

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You dipped your toes into the darkness,
as though to test if it was cold,
and I knew right when you shivered,
you were more scared than you had told,
I wrote my words into a life ring,
something to keep your world afloat,
but against the strength of your nightmare,
they were a soggy paper boat,
I don’t know what the blackness told you,
what wondrous things it planned to give,
but I watched as the light died in your eyes,
along with your will to live,
I screamed your name to pierce the silence,
but you were too long gone to hear,
caught somewhere between being noticed,
and wanting to disappear,
you once said you were scared of the darkness,
and that you’d never learnt to swim,
but with its promises pumped through your veins,
you held your breath and jumped right in.
—  e.h.
Team free will-Promise me, Cas Part 2

Title: Promise me, Cas Part 2

Pairings: team free will x sister reader

word count:1011

request:Promise me, Cas. Part 2???

request:Could you pretty pretty please write a part two to ‘Promise Me, Cas’, partially from Cas’ perspective, worrying about telling the boys because it’s serious, but also because he made a promise to Y/n that he wouldn’t tell. But also partially from the readers perspective debating whether or not to tell them, because that’s something that would terrify your nightmares. It could end with either or neither or both of them telling, I just would really really like another part. Thank you? <3

request:Hi, will you write a part 2 of Promise me, Cas? I hope so!:) have a nice day:)

request:Hey I just wanted to ask you if you will write another part of Promise me, Cas? I love it, please do another part♡♡ Have a nice day and always keep fighting ❤❤

Request:Can you do another part to Promise Me Cas?

Request:Are you going to conrinue, “Prromise me cas?”

Request:Can you continue, promise me cas?

Links:Promise me, Cas

Warning: Mention of rape, self harm-burning. 

Cas’s P.O.V:

(Y/n) confided in me. I gave her my word. How was I supposed to keep such a dark and twisted secret. Not only would I be betraying my friends, my family. But also would I be do no help to keep this to myself. 

I am honoured that she trusted me, but this is a burden that I must think through. The only thing that has been playing on my mind. Do I tell the brothers? 

They would not like to know I had kept such a thing from them. They would help, make everything better. Yet also I would be breaking (Y/n)’s trust. She might never look at me the same. 

Normal P.O.V:

You had been curled up in bed for ages, crying almost every night as he haunted your dreams. What once were dreams about things you hunted, things you couldn’t un-see, was now painted black with a worse memory. Him.

You felt disgusted with yourself. You felt slimy and ashamed. You had been visited a lot by Cas, him pleading with you to tell your brothers but when he sent you into a fluster of panic, pleading him not to say a word, he nodded and continued to hold you. 

Sam and Dean knew you had been acting weird, you had been sleeping, refusing to come out on hunts. Sam had sat with you, tried to talk to you but you just told him you were feeling sick. 

Dean had tried to talk to you but quickly lost him temper which ended up him storming out before he could say something he would regret. You had heard your brothers whispering, talking about what they think was wrong. 

You felt guilty, felt horrible about what you had made Cas promise too. It wasn’t fair on him to put him in the middle. To make him chose between telling your brothers and breaking his word to you. Or keeping his word and ruining his friendship with the brothers. 

You got out of bed, your hair mangled from the showers you had missed. You didn’t exactly smell the greatest, your cheeks red and sore from tears. You padded into the bathroom, in Sam’s big jumper and some leggings. 

You yanked Sam’s jumper over your head, revealing the dirty top underneath. You reached over, turning on the shower head to the hottest setting. 

You sat on the floor, knee’s tucked up to your chest with your arms around your knee’s as the water burned your skin. The room started to heat up, steam gathering too quickly to be good. 

Your skin was bright red, almost sizzling as you let the pain consume you. 

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Sam and Dean were sitting, both muttering to each other as they watched Castiel with concern. 

‘’Cas?…’’Dean trailed off, finally beginning to speak up. Sam and Dean shared a look, standing up and coming closer. 

‘’Cas what’s up, man?’’Sam asked gently. Castiel stood up, his hands scrunching and unscrunching nervously. 

‘’I have a problem’’He admitted, glancing at the two. 

‘’Cas we’ve told you a million times. The pizza man wasn’t hurt-’’

‘’No, Dean. That is not the problem I am assessing’’Castiel interrupted. Sam looked at him with worry as Dean grabbed another beer. 

‘’Well go ahead, Cas. We’ll try and help if we can’’Sam nodded, motioning for him to start. 

‘’Why do we always turn into freaking, Oprah’’Dean muttered with his lips against the rim. 

‘’What would you… what would you do if someone had confided in you a dark secret that you had gave your word not to tell anyone but it was something that would be doing more harm than good to be keeping a secret but you do not want to break the trust you have with this said person’’Castiel asked, voice deep and confused. 

Both brothers looked shocked, now catching on that it was a serious problem as Dean stopped joking. 

‘’Geesh, Cas. I mean… do you care about them?’’Sam asked.

‘’More than anything in this world’’Castiel nodded.

‘’Then wouldn’t you rather break their trust then hurt them?’’Sam finished. Castiel was silent before he nodded. 

‘’I have something to tell you then’’He added, sitting down. Dean and Sam shared another look as Castiel began to talk. He watched their faces morph from anger at the memory to confusement before dropping to shock and hurt. 

‘’W-what… Cas! Please tell me you didn’t think about keeping this to yourself!’’Dean snapped.

‘’Dean. Stop it. This isn’t going to change anything. He told us already, leave it’’Sam argued. Dean looked stressed, looking away as though he was about to cry. 

‘’Oh my god.. I ca-I can’t’’Dean breathed out in panic as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

‘’I’ll go get, (y/n). Just… just try to remain calm’’Sam breathed out. He walked past, going into your room but noticing you weren’t there. He then continued on before he saw steam coming from the bathroom door. 

His eyes widened, feet launching towards it as he tried the handle. 

‘’(Y/N)!’’Sam screamed, barging his shoulder against the door. ‘’(Y/N)!’’He tried again, his shoulder bruising.

From all the commotion, Dean and Cas came running, their eyes catching the steam as Cas shoved Sam out the way and held up his hand. The door burst open, wood flying everywhere before they made their way in. 

They coughed and swatted their hands to the steam, looking around before Sam finally saw you. You were red as hell and curled up. 

He rushed over, turning the tap onto the coldest heating. You squeaked in protest, ready to bounce up but he quickly caught you, getting soaked as he sat down next to you and held you down. 

After a moment of shivering he turned it off, watching your skin going down to slightly tinted pink and wrapped a towel around you. He pulled you into his wet side, wrapping his arms around you as you whimpered into his shoulder. 

He looked up, looking at Cas and Dean who stood their shocked. 

The signs as common nightmares
  • (This is based on similarities the signs and dreams have, NOT on which dream you've had. You've probably had all of them. I thought that was obvious)
  • ARIES: Nightmares of having an injury or injuries represent a fear of feeling powerless. This includes damaged or disfigured limbs, face and general pain. It can also represent past hurt and emotional pain that you've experienced in your real life.
  • TAURUS: Having nightmares about falling is the most frequent common dream we have. These nightmares represent losing control over something in your life. This can be caused by feeling unstable, feeling like someone is pushing you too hard, family or relationship problems or 'slipping up' with a mistake you've made.
  • GEMINI: Nightmares of bugs. People who dream of being pestered or surrounded by insects are often being literally bugged by someone in real life. It's caused by irritation and annoyance by someone's presence and a general dislike for a situation that you're in.
  • CANCER: Nightmares of seeing the dead represent not letting go. Dreaming of seeing a loved one who's passed often means you're struggling to get over their death. This can be because you were particularly close with the deceased or because you haven't yet dealt with their death emotionally.
  • LEO: Nightmares of public embarrassment. These dreams are caused by a lack of self confidence or worries that you have a secret weakness that could damage your reputation. It also represents receiving sad news that will interfere with your abilities to achieve.
  • VIRGO: Having nightmares about taking exams and exam results. This can either represent the anxiety of exams in general, a lack of confidence in that area or a fear of being evaluated.
  • LIBRA: Nightmares about losing teeth. This tends to represent anxiety in every day life. This can be about personal insecurities like appearance or a fear of getting older and also feeling uncomfortable about being forced into change or feeling helpless.
  • SCORPIO: Having nightmares about being cheated on represent a lack of trust. These dreams stem from issues in your relationship which are making you feel uneasy. This can be caused by being worried the relationship is failing or you have some personal insecurities from past relationships.
  • SAGITTARIUS: Nightmares of death. These nightmares aren't as morbid as they seem. While they can be upsetting, the death of yourself or a loved one in a dream represent something in your awake life coming to an end and something new beginning.
  • CAPRICORN: Having nightmares of being late or missing an event are common in people with lots of responsibilities or who are overworked. Being late for work, a flight, even your wedding can all be caused by taking on too much in your waking life which leaves you feeling pressured or worried about the future.
  • AQUARIUS: Having nightmares of being chased represent running away from your responsibilities and that they're catching up with you. Whether you're running away from someone you know or something you can't quite put your finger on, chances are you're trying to escape something in your waking life or something about yourself that you dislike.
  • PISCES: Nightmares of being lost indicate a fear that you have lost your way in life and lost sight of your goals. It can mean you are feeling worried and insecure about the path in life that you've chosen to take and need to find someone to lean on.
Preference #6: You/He Has a Nightmare

Tyler Joseph:

You were being chased down a dark hallway. You didn’t know what was behind you, but you were not going to stick around to find out. You could feel it getting closer to you, as you started to slow down. It was almost at your heels. “You’re mine now…” you hear a raspy voice whisper in your ear.

“(y/n) wake up!” you hear Tyler’s concerned voice say as you feel a hand shake your shoulder.

“What?” you ask groggily. “What happened?” you ask as you flinch from feeling Tyler’s hand on your shoulder, thinking it was the monster from your dream.

“Are you okay?” Tyler asks in a concerned manner. “You must have had a nightmare or something, because you were kicking me in your sleep, and then all of a sudden, you decided to elbow me right in the chest. It’s like you were running from something… are you alright babe?” 

“Yeah I’m okay Tyler, it was just a dream,” you reassure him. “Could you maybe snuggle me a little tighter? I really just want to go back to sleep.” you ask and yawn.

“You don’t even have to ask,” Tyler says and drapes his arm over your waist, pressing you into his body, lulling you back to sleep.

Josh Dun:

You eyes slowly open after you feel a lot of movement from Josh’s side of the bed.

“(y/n) I promise I’ll be better, please don’t go, don’t leave me like everyone else in my life does,” Josh mumbles in his sleep, tears streaming from his eyes.

You’re fully awake now, after analyzing what Josh’s dream was about, and start to shake his shoulders to try and wake him out of his nightmare. 

“Josh. Josh. Wake up, Josh,” you say as you keep trying to wake Josh. 

Josh groggily opens his eyes and immediately wipes the liquid from his eyes. “How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it,” you sigh as you run your fingers through his hair, because you know that that relaxes him. “I’m never going to leave you, Josh. You’re not going to be able to get rid of me.”

Josh’s strong arms wrap around your body, while he buries his face into your neck. “I never want you to leave. I love you so much, (y/n).”

“Don’t worry Josh, I love you too. Now go back to sleep,” you mumble and draw circles on his exposed skin, as you both fall back into a deep sleep.