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Matt (Bunman) comforting s/o after a nightmare...

A/N: For my 'Au' I've changed some things from the original videos. Matt isn't the one who killed Dimi. That's about all I've decided to change so far for the sake of plot.

Relation: Romantic

Your breathing is shallow as you shoot up in bed.

The blanket falling off your clammy skin.

Matt was still out like a light beside you.

One arm lazily draped over your waist.

It's been what felt like weeks since you've had a full nights rest.

Constant nightmares of worry and sorrow had begun to fill your head ever since you had escaped the facility you were practically raised in.

You still hadn't gotten over Dimi's death.

You already felt fear from losing him.

Now fear of losing Matt has begun to grow tremendously.

No matter how many times he's reassured you he can't die.

Or that'd he'd simply come back to you if he somehow did, again.

You haven't told him though about these never ending nightmares though.

You didn't want him to view you as weak for having fear of such nonsense.

You take a look at his exposed face.

Normally you often saw him wearing his iconic black ski or bunny mask but when it's intimate moments like this, he exposes himself entirely to you.

It's a sweet thought.

That he trusts you so much.

You take one last look over his face before deciding to take a short walk to the small kitchen to find yourself something to drink and snack on.

Anything to calm your nerves.

I feeling of the cold tile floor sends a shiver through your body as you make your way to the kitchen.

Every footstep makes a small echo in the small apartment.

You quietly grab a cup from the cupboard and fill it with whatever drink you could find in the fridge.

You're about to pour the drink into your cup when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

You're about to scream when a hand covers your mouth, silencing you.

"Shh..It's just me poppet," he murmurs into your ear.

Once you start to relax under his touch, he drops his hand from your mouth and pulls you closer from behind.

"Why are you up so late?"

You shrugged, now getting a chance to finish filling your cup.

"Couldn't sleep and got thirsty.."

You hear him tut with a small grin, spinning you around to face him.

"You're a bad liar poppet. I can understand me scaring you made you jumpy but not to the point of feeling all clammy."

He got you on that.

The night shirt you were wearing was still bathed in sweat.

He pulls you into a comforting embrace, slowly swaying the two of you back and forth a bit.

"We're not moving from this spot until you tell me what's gotten you all sweaty and spooked."

You sigh in defeat.

"I had a nightmare...again"

He puts a finger under your chin and softly forces you to look up at him, worry evident in his eyes.

"Again? You've never mentioned having nightmares before.." he murmurs.

"I didn't want to add another thing for you to stress about on the many things we're already having to deal with. And I especially didn't want to stress you on something as pathetic as this-"

The more you talk, the harder it is to hold back your emotions and sobs.

Matt shut you up with a soft peck on the lips, his thumbs wiping the tears from your face.

"Don't you ever think like that again poppet. You're struggles will never be irrelevant to me. You can also come to me if you have problems, okay?"

After that, he had told you to talk to him about what exactly you'd been having nightmares about.

And you did.

He comforted you when you cried at certain moments when talking about them.

And listened to every word that left your mouth.

Once you were finished, you felt much more lighter in a mentality sense.

Like a weight had been lifted from you.

After that, you both crawled back into bed together, Matt pulling the covers over you both making sure you two were as close as two people could be.

"If you ever, and I mean it, ever have another problem like that again, you tell me, okay Poppet?"

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