A/N: There are no pronouns or gendered physical descriptions of the reader. Insert yourself, an oc, or nobody at all. Formatting is different for the dialogue.
Word Count: 639
Premise: You have a nightmare and a mysterious person helps you get back to sleep. If only you knew them. If only you could remember how safe you felt with them. If only you could remember to thank them…
CW: The nightmare is not described at all, but descriptions of panic are included. ⚠️
Story is under the cut.
A scream tore itself from your chest startling you awake. The space around you was completely blacked out. Dead silence hung in the air. With no recollection of who you were or where you were, paranoia heightened your fear.
Something was in here with you. You couldn’t see it, but it definitely knew you were there. You were already halfway out of your bed and tangled in your sheets when you heard the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching.
Immediately, you took cover on the floor and draped the sheets over your head. Desperate to conceal yourself, but your breathing was too erratic. A tight feeling built in your chest. You gasped for air, but your throat felt empty. For a few moments, you couldn’t hear anything over the thunderous roar of your heartbeat in your ears.
It took several more moments to realize that you were… Being held or embraced? A name that you didn’t recognize made its way to you. Could that have been your name? You tried to hold onto it, to something that would give you clarity and quell the violent panic that was drowning you.
“It’s okay, Sweetie. Just breathe. Deep breaths.”
You gasped a few more times. Each second without feeling air enter your lungs was agonizing. But eventually the familiar rise and fall of your chest returned. Every now and then some coughs disrupted the rhythm, but you could breathe again.
“That’s good. You’re doing great.”
You realized that you still didn’t know this person, and the panic began to creep in again.
“Who- ”, you started, hoarsely.
“I’m here to help you. Everything will be fine, I promise”, the voice responded.
The message was so gentle and sincere. You desperately wanted to believe it, but you hadn’t calmed down fully.
“I’m-, I need-, I don’t- ” You stuttered, unable to finish through short breaths.
“I know. I can explain everything later, just take your time”, the voice reassured.
Then you were being helped up. The blanket remained on your head, obscuring your vision. Yet you could make out a faint light somewhere off to the side. The darkness was now gone. You began to push the sheet out of the way to see who it was that helped you. But a hand stopped you. You saw a flash of light gray socks and dark pants, before the blanket was pulled back down.
“Don’t worry about that right now. You can see me in the morning. For now, let’s get you back to bed.”
You were almost offended, but you couldn’t find the voice to object. Suddenly, you were very tired. The episode you’d just experienced had been extremely taxing on your body. As the adrenaline and fear faded, exhaustion and a slight headache came to replace it. A soft groan left your lips as your head returned to the pillow.
Still completely covered by the blanket, you could only see the silhouette of the mystery person sitting next to you.
“I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, okay?”
You nodded, unsure if they could see your acceptance. Still, curiosity burned inside of you. In the quiet of the moment, you dared yourself to be brave. You moved your hand to the edge of the sheet, and slipped it underneath. Feeling your way toward the shadowy figure. The air was still and noticeably cooler outside of the blanket. Your bravery was soon rewarded. The mysterious figure gingerly took your hand in theirs, rubbing circular motions over your knuckles.
Sleep was finally setting in. The area now more calming and safe. Your consciousness faded to the sound of light humming from your unusual helper. You anticipated when you’d finally see them in the morning, but the longer you tried to think- the more incoherent your thoughts became until you lost all recollection of the night.
Dividers from curtainhshsh
A/N = Author's Note
SFW = Safe for Work (no explicit or graphic
content)
Fluff = Light-hearted content
OC = Original Character
'x" or "/" = signifies a fictional relationship pairing
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