here for you
pairing || alec hardy / gender-neutral!reader
pov || third person omniscient
summary || alec does his best to comfort you after a bad nightmare
warning(s) || cursing, nightmares, kissing, uhh, kind of smut? idk i'm half asleep as we type
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"they're all gonna leave, [name]"
you're standing alone, vulnerable and bare, as the voices screamed from the black mass, taunting you, teasing you.
tearing you apart with words alone.
you scream and cry, turning to run as the mass grows limbs that seem to be made of tar; you're running, running, losing the mass.
then you trip.
your body seems to give up as you sob on the floor, your voice growing hoarse as your sobs get more frenzied. the sticky black mass surrounds you with it's poisonous tendrils-
"[name]!"
a voice calls out from beyond the cocoon of shame, guilt and regret. the voice is worried, almost pleading with you as it grows louder and louder-
"[NAME]"
your eyes fly open, and alec is looking over you, worry etched into his features. his warm brown eyes soften as your lower lip quivers, tears pooling in your eyes.
alec runs a hand over his face as he pulls you to him, whispering soft reassuring words as your frenzied sobs quiet to small hiccups. his hand goes to cup your cheek, as you look up at him. "sorry," you mumble, wiping your eyes with the heel of your hands. you have snot running down your face, and you look like hell.
(he means this in an "i'm sorry you have to deal with this" way, not a, "i think you're unattractive" way. he's sure you know this)
your boyfriend smiles sadly, shrugging you off, and gets out of bed. he can feel you watching him go, your gaze lingering on him blankly.
xx
he doesn't like to see you cry.
he pours you a glass of water, and grabs a washcloth, wetting it with warm water. as a victim of nightmares himself, he understood how draining they could be for someone.
he hates that the "someone" in question this time was you.
he makes his way back to the bedroom, quietly urging you to sit up as he wipes the dried tears and snot off your face. you feel your eyes droop as he offers you the glass of water; you take it gratefully, whispering a "thank you" as he waves you off. "you wanna talk about it?"
"no, i don't. can we just...lie here? together?"
he nods, and you set the glass of water on the nightstand. he crawls into the bed beside you, mumbling, "do you want a kiss?"
you nod enthusiastically, smiling as he leaves a soft kiss on your lips, grunting softly when you return the affection with a sudden vigor, kissing him deeply. he pulls you on top of his lap, and grips your sleep shirt. he feels your hands find purchase in his hair, on his chest, anywhere, to reassure that's he's here, he's real and he's not leaving.
his hands find your hips, and grips them tightly, tight enough to leave bruises, but you don't mind it. it helps you feel grounded. he flips you both, and puts his hands on either side of your face, tongues exploring each other's mouths. he presses himself into you, groaning as you buck your hips up, eager to feel him. he returns the gesture, and your shirt is thrown off.
-x-
the silence after your frantic love making is comforting, the only thing to interrupt it the occasional attempt at pillow talk, that ultimately leads to you laughing at alec's poor conversation skills; he'll then kiss you again, pulling you toward him for soft, intimate kisses along your neck and face.
you both stay that way; kissing and cuddling, exchanging kind words and semi-nonsensical jokes with no punchlines until he yawns in between kisses; his eyes droop. you kiss the corner of his lips, and you get comfy beside him, pressed against his chest.
"goodnight, darling. sweet dreams."
you fall asleep to the sound of the water outside, and the feeling of his chest rising and falling.
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fawk.
