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Nightmares and..
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“help…it hurts so much, Edward.”
Day 3: Angst or happiness
it was easier for Ed to fall asleep with Roy than anyone else. they’d stay up for hours discussing anything from alchemy to food. anything to put Ed at ease. but, sometimes when Ed and Roy went to sleep Ed would see someone else sleeping next to him. welcome back to mud grave hell, everyone! you all knew i was gonna pick angst.
Ok, so the scariest nightmare I had is a horror game esque type of thing. It kinda starts like Doors or FNAF with the whole exploring a creepy place type of thing. It's where my grandparent's super old house got ransacked and the only place to hide is in the basement. One trip to the basement later and I hear a scratchy voice as my brother gets impaled and his head bitten off. One trip down a broken garbage chute later and I'm running around in a white mental facility that's built like an ant hill and is decorated for little children. The monster looks like Slenderman but is more spider-like and has the hearing of the creatures in The Quiet Place. Like in Mr. Hopp's if I trip on a toy or run too much it can hear me. I have to hide in toy chests and closets. If it finds me I get stabbed multiple times in the main body, get eaten alive, and brutally maimed. Only after the fact I wake up and wherever I got hurt I can feel. I'm also in the body of a small child since I've been having this dream since I was 7.
Have fun with this!
Nightmare ideas
I'm trying to make the scariest nightmare sequence I can in a story! So what scares you the most?
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nakahara Chuuya/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Dehumanization, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nakajima Atsushi Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nightmares, Childhood Trauma, Whumptober 2024 Summary:
The world was dark. So, so endlessly dark. Even on the days Atsushi was able to step outside, to feel the sun hitting his skin and to hear the laughter of the other children, it was all so dark and cold. The warmth of the sun felt distant, and the laughter grated against his ears, a symphony of sounds he could not make, a joy he could not know.
Atsushi relives his past during a nightmare, comfort is given, a lifelong question is answered.
Finally finished another whumptober prompt! This is my first time writing for ChuuAtsu so I hope yall like it!
Dream: Go to sleep
Bruce: ..........
Bruce: No
Dream: >:0
Dream: hOw dArE yOu dEfY mY OrDeRs ?!
The nightmares are so constant I’m scared to sleep. The medication isn’t helping anymore either.
AU: Lucifer is getting nightmares and can’t sleep at night, so Michael calms him every night.
I drew my version of Douxie and this is how it turned out and I like it 😅❤️🔥
Whumpee played with their fingers anxiously, trying to get the strength to go to Caretaker.
They kept thinking about it. Almost a week ago, the nightmares had them up and screaming. Caretaker had come in, pulling Whumpee to their chest and carding their fingers through their hair, singing them to sleep.
That was some of the best sleep they’d had in a while. The reoccurring nightmares made them crave every single feeling of that night again.
They just wanted to have a peaceful night of sleep.
“Alright Whumpee, I’m heading to bed, you need anything?”
Whumpee was knocked out of their stupor, trying to catch up with what Caretaker said. “W- I’m sorry, what?”
Caretaker gave them a friendly smile. “I asked if you needed anything?” They then came closer, resting their hands on top of Whumpee’s fidgeting fingers. “Is everything alright?”
They opened their mouth, trying to form the words. The worst thing they could say was no, right? It really isn’t, a little voice in their head told them.
“Uh, can...” Whumpee couldn’t bring themself to ask. “Never mind, never mind, sorry to bother you Caretaker. Goodnight.”
Caretaker gently grabbed their arm as they turned. “Hey, what is it? You can ask me anything.”
“Uh, well-“ they took a deep breath. “CanIlaywithyoutonight?”
“Um... a little slower?”
Whumpee swallowed harshly. Then, in a voice no higher then a mumble, they spoke: “my, er, my nightmares are getting really bad. Can- can I lay with you?” Frantically, they added. “It doesn’t even have to be all night, it can be for like, twenty minutes, or you can just say no, it’s-“
They were cut off by Caretaker gently cupping their face. “Baby, you don’t even have to ask.”
Whumpee tried to blink back their tears. “I just didn’t want to disturb you.”
“You could never.” They then grabbed Whumpee’s hand. “You must be tired, come along.” They pulled them into the room, closing the door and turning off the light.
They crawled into the bed, Caretaker holding them in a spooning position, one hand in their hair and the other wrapped around their torso.
Their fingers fan gently through the locks of hair, making Whumpee melt in their fingertips.
“Goodnight Whumpee. I love you.”
The exhaustion of the last few nights quickly caught up to them, making Whumpee’s eyelids heavy. “I love you too.” They were out moments after.
You’re safe, little one.
Eri x GN!Reader [Platonic]
Summary: Whenever Mr. Aizawa, Mirio, and Deku are all busy, Eri is left alone with her nightmares and she’s forever grateful that Mx. Y/N is there to help her with her terrors.
★☽A/N: This idea just popped up in my head, so I’m sorry if it’s crappy.
Contents: Fluff, a bit of angst.
Disclaimer - You will be referred to as Mx/teacher [Name]. Age: 20-28
Your quirk is called “Calm” which allows you to calm others (like calm someone down when their angry, sad, way too excited) and it’s useful to use for your defense, you can calm down villains (who are pumped with excitement and vengeance) and with them without their adrenaline, you are able to knock them down! It only works whenever you make eye contact or physical contact. Overuse of quirk would lead to mood swings and possibly outbursts! Your hero name: The calming hero: Starling.
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Eri was such a sweet girl. You were one of the lucky people in UA to meet her while she was accompanying Aizawa, and she took a liking to you immediately because of your calm appearance and how you were gentle with her when you first met.
You’re probably the very few people that she feels comfortable with. She would come to you whenever she accidently activated her quirk a bit, worried and scared to hurt someone with it. With your quirk, she was able to calm down and stop her quirk usage.
She often visits you at night, crying about her nightmares. Since you are staying at the teachers’ dorm most nights (NO RENT!! WOOO!!) and she was staying there as well, it was easier for her to seek help.
One of these nights was the worst.
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“Y-Y/N…?” Eri softly whispered, worried if you were already sleeping and that she was bothering you. She walked in your room slowly, the floorboards creaking each step as she walked up to your bed. Grumbles and mumbles came from your mouth before opening your eyes and turning your head to the side.
“Mmm… Eri..? Why are you awake right now?” You asked with a soft, hoarse voice. Eri mumbled something and you could only make out the word “nightmare” and “can’t sleep.”
You turned your body with your back on the bed before sitting up right and turning your tired body towards Eri’s direction. “C’mere..” You softly gestured, she gladly obligated and took a few steps towards your bed before sitting herself on the bed with a bounce.
Eri turned her body towards you and crossed her legs, her hands shivering with fear. You turned your body around, crossing your legs as well and scooted a bit closer towards her. “Can you tell me what happened in that nightmare of yours?” you asked with a soft hushed voice which put Eri at ease a bit.
“I-I saw M-Mr. Deku on the ground..bleeding a l-lot- and Mr. Lemillion- He- He was stabbed by- some spike.. A-And M-Mr. Aizawa! He- He was so pale-'' Eri stopped as sobs started to form, you grabbed her and put her on your lap, hugging her softly. “I’m right here dear, it’s ok..let it out,” you rest assured her, she started pouring her tears and sobbed on your shoulder, harder than usual. “M-Mr. Aizawa- Mr. Deku- Mr. Lemillion, they looked so pale, it was so gory...and I hated it! W-What if I did that? W-Would it be my fault…?” She hiccuped. She never wanted to hurt them! They saved her and she was forever grateful for that, what if she listened to Overhaul? Maybe he won’t go and break out and kill them? (She doesn’t know that Overhaul can’t use his quirk again)
“It is never your fault, they never died. Mr. Aizawa is probably sleeping in his yellow caterpillar sleeping bag or on patrol, Mr. Deku and Mr. Lemillion are probably training or sleeping, they are just fine Eri,” you rest assured so softly and calmly, using your quirk to calm her down. “Overhaul will never hurt you, Mr. Deku, Mr. Lemillion, Mr. Aizawa, ever again,” you finished as you heard her soft snores of slumber. You grabbed her with a light grip and placed her softly beside you, tucking her in your bed’s blanket before snuggling up beside her.
“I will always protect you…All of us will..” you said calmingly as you brushed her hair softly before closing your eyes and finally falling asleep.
Eri and the hero Starling slept through the night with each other’s company, Eri’s forever grateful to Starling for helping her through her nightmares when no one could.
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~ Aizawa was so worried when he didn’t find Eri in her bed, he looked everywhere! And ended up finding her snuggled up, with her head on your chest.
~ Aizawa for once smiles, he got a soft spot for Eri and his students.
~ By the time you both wake up, Aizawa would thank you for taking care of Eri when he was away. With you nodding in “your welcome”, and he smiled slightly.
~ Deku would be so happy to see Eri in a very good mood during the morning. When he asked what made her so happy, she said you helped her with her nightmares and he would just smile and hug her softly, which she returned the gesture as well! (I think he would have a few tears of joy in his eyes, he’s a soft boy when he’s not fighting :D)
~ Just as Deku, Mirio would be so happy to see Eri in a very good mood during the morning and he decided to create a little playdate with him, you, Deku, and Eri! It was just a small hangout at the mall, but Eri enjoyed it so much!
~ Mirio knows you very well, he would call you to calm down Tamaki whenever he has his panic attacks. He would instantly know that you helped Eri with her nightmares. During the hangout, he whispered to your ear while Eri and Deku were talking happily, “thank you L/N Sensei, for helping Eri and Tamaki.” Which made your heart ache with such joy that someone admired your kind heart. <33
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★☽A/N: I absolutely love Eri, she’s so sweet! I would protect her with all I got if I was in the anime (even if I won’t get a quirk!). I really hope you guys loved it!! <33
i don't really know when i'm gonna finish this artwork... i think there's gonna be a lot of wips so we can see the details!!
wip! old sketch from my sketchbook (actually hajimebook) comes to life!!
Nightmares
Moodboard fills: "Nightmares" - @bingowinteriron
Long post time!
I once was on a medication that worked rather well for what I needed but unfortunately gave me unusual vivid dreams every night. For your amusement (and because this vent is long-awaited), I am compiling a list of the types of dreams I had and their ratings!:
Dreams where I drive: 4/10. Not the usual car crash dreams, which tbh are about a 6/10 because they're kind of terror-inducing in a rollercoaster way. These driving dreams, however, are normal driving stints, which means I often forget in my waking hours which memory of parking the car was the actual place I parked my car and which ones were dreams. >:(
Dreams with my significant other: 6.5/10. Easy to tell they're not real, yet still enjoyable, and usually involving other people s/o hasn't interacted with, so I get to see some new character interactions.
Dreams that are wholly focused on dream!me trying and failing to fall asleep: 2.5/10. Those suck. It kind of just makes my waking hours of falling asleep even worse, and leaves me pretty frustrated the next day.
Dreams where I am inexplicably in random, mundane places: 3.5/10. The problem with these is that they're fairly unsettling, and they stay with me a while, leading to some weird deja vu of "I've been here" when it was in fact a very clear dream I had weeks ago.
Dreams that splice in weird bits of trauma: 1/10. Shut up. This literally isn't relevant anymore and you have no reason to be bringing this up and dragging other innocent parties (random people in my dreams) into this.
Dreams that take a week or longer in a single night: 5/10. You get trapped in there and watch days pass, but usually if I'm having one of those dreams the location ain't bad. Brain has to sustain something for a week, after all. It very often gets overwhelming toward the end of the week, which might push it to a lower rating, but the locations generally being optimistic push it up a rating, so it balances out. The curse here is that I remember a week that never happened.
Dreams that are educational: 5.5/10. Pretty random, but not usually haunting, so that's a bonus. I could probably write an encyclopedia of absolute gibberish from the things I've learned from my dreams. They make sense, in a weird way, but some of the diagrams feel AI-generated? Even though it's in my head? And some of the concepts, too. Legit I have read textbook chapters in my head of knowledge that either I didn't know or isn't real, or both. (Usually the latter.)
Dreams that just tell me stuff that happened recently in real life: 4/10. There's almost always a negative tint and it's like, bro, why are you telling me this, I was there, I lived it this afternoon. And then my concept of what actually happened is messed up the following days, weeks, whatever.
I might come back to this and update it if I remember more types of dreams I've had. Or if I look in my notes app tbh. But anyway, having vivid dreams every night that haunt your waking life are not normal, so if you were wondering about yourself, you might want to check on that with a medical person, especially if it's impacting your memory or how rested you are each day. I had a long time being hesitant/resistant to call them "nightmares," because most of the time it wasn't scary monster or hopeless scenarios where I end up dying or worse, but the definition of nightmares isn't as rigid and black-and-white as we thought as kids. Bad dreams? Unsettling dreams? Dreams that bother you at all? Those are nightmares. It's not childish, and it is not something you need to live with.
I dont know if you can call it “coming of age” when you’re 25, coming into my own I guess. It when your body changes again, like it did ten years ago. Except now the joy you felt at the physical signs of womanhood, are replaced with disgust, fear and revulsion at the reminders of all the ways you are not what you want to be and all the ways that others see you merely as weapons, or tools to be used and abused.
I am coming into my own, into a series of fights that feel like I have entered the ring too late to win.
I am afraid
I am tired
I feel as if any fight that I had was long ago drained away
I want to want to fight, I want to want to resist
But if I am being honest with my self the only fight I have any energy for is the fight not to off myself
And in that moment of honesty is peace.
I want to lay down in the dry and brittle grass, I want to give up, I want to die I do I would rather die than continue to be stuck between what is and what I cannot have
I want to farm, and be at peace, and write and sleep soundly, and be held by those who love me and for my greatest enemies to be deer who eat my radishes and the rabbits stealing herbs from my garden
I want to drift away into oblivion, into the dark unknown of life after death or nothing after death at this point I don’t much care
But also I want to rage against the dying of the light
I want to fight fight fight
I want to try to make the world a better place for all
I want to try to create lands that are safe
but i just dont know how and I dont have the energy
Nightmares Part 4
I was alone once more the journal was left on the table that had mysteriously appeared beside the bed the day the walls changed colors. I was afraid. I felt the compulsion to write, but when I picked up the pen I wrote obsessively, like I was attempting to make the words stay by willpower alone. The only way I could stop writing was if forced, otherwise, I would forgo food, drink, sleep and other necessities in favor of writing. They left me, the doctors left me to write for the eternity, never stopping me, I wasted away. The words taking all that I was or could have been. I died a husk, totally drained and floating in oblivion.
Nightmares Part 3
The door opens to a small grey room with only a table beside a bed to furnish it, a girl sits at the table writing ferociously in a journal the only thing visible about her is that she is exotic and has been beaten and tortured other than that she could have been any girl in any room and any journal because you could not see her face for the tears and the hair spilling over her head and into her eyes. As she writes a woman comes in and asks her a question, without hesitation she replies savagely. The woman seems unimpressed and strikes her then walks out leaving the girl laying on the floor with blood-mingled tears running down her face. When she looks up all of the walls have transformed into glass and on the other side there are men, taking notes, she looks down and seems to notice that the floor has suddenly become water. She begins to swim, the climate continues to change and the men continue to take notes and the girl continues to cry, and wail, and try, and survive.
Nightmares Part 2
When I awoke there were 3 men in the room. They all looked very different: the one closest to the bed had skin like muddy water with eyes the color of a blood moon and longish hair the color of the evil night, he was dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt with a tweed jacket over it, and a pair of bloodstained trousers were barely hanging onto his muscular legs, he had no shoes on, he could not have fit them over his massive paws he had human hands and lupine paws; and a collar that barely fit his huge neck. He was by far the most normal of the three.
The man closest to the doctor had bleached skin as if he was already dead blood was running freely from his eye and nose he had numerous brands on his chest and upper arms his fingertips were claws he wore no shirt and his disproportionate muscles were left for all to see. His pants had gaping holes in them where raw wounds were seeping through the gaps in the material. He wore a belt that was a chain and ran right through his body, held by an unseen force that kept him still as death. He wore shoes but they had holes in them where fur and claw peeked through the stained leather. A dark force surrounded him. The one nearest the door was the most frightening. He wore only a blood-stained loincloth. The parts of his body that were visible under the blood were covered in black, dusty, foggy scales. He had no face, but where it should’ve been was a mask of dripping red liquid that was too thick to be blood but thin enough to drip down to the floor he had no hair and claws for nails he was barely humanoid with no neck and bumps in awkward places. The doctor herself was the strangest person I had ever seen. She had ashy skin and long gray hair it looked like she had turned into ash there was no color in her entire body except for her blood red eyes. She was the most terrifying of the three because it was as if she was a black hole sucking up all life, hope and all things good in this world she was the darkest being I had ever seen. She was alive and not alive she was dead yet she was animated and walking around. She was a terrible puzzle a calamity if you will a person, yet a beast, someone who literally killed the mood and made her own sinister presence felt.
When they approached the bed it felt as if an eternity had passed when in reality it had only been a couple of minutes. The muddy-skin man spoke first; it was as if some of his speech had been removed his voice was a mix of gravel and an avalanche. Then the doctor spoke her voice was lilting and deceivingly contradictory to the words coming out of her mouth
“If you do not cooperate you will be scheduled for immediate termination. I do not care how valuable you are I will; kill you if you decide to rebel.”
I did not reply not wanting to talk to the horrible doctor, not wanting to obey but afraid of rebellion. As they moved closer, the doctor with a journal in hand, a sinister looking device became visible. When the men carried it into view I, at last, realized what it was, it was a suspension device, it was for keeping heavy things in the air for extended amounts of time and often used for torture.
Nightmare Part 1
The most peculiarly specific smell of a hospital in Maine assaults my senses. I hear absolute silence, and then, frantic scratching. I am in a white room, strange stains surround me splattered on every surface, and I sit on a plain white bed, writing furiously in a leather-bound journal with yellowed curling pages, as I write the words disappear just before I can read what I have written. A man walks in, he is tall with darkish curly hair and caramel eyes, clothed in white scrubs with a yellow eye logo above the pocket and covered in the same stains. He takes the journal and leaves me screaming in anger and crying in fear. He deposits the journal outside the door in the visible hands of a man unseen. He trots over to where I lay, picks me up as if I am a rag doll, holds me close, and whispers in my ear It was a strangely familiar voice that brought back memories of days spent playing in the sun and lying in fields of wildflowers. I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying.
He softly brushed my forehead with his lips, set me down on the bed and left. As he closed the door I heard screaming, muffled gunshots then silence. Utter and complete silence, I called to him with my voice till all my voice was gone; and shaking I called to him with my mind. When there was no answer I accepted what had happened for he had not answered the call that only death can silence. As I left the door the tears would not fall, the tears would not come and the only escape I had was in sleep.
damien's nightmare, losing his beloved wife to the rat man. as cheesy as it sounds the pair have issues being apart due to the past and damien regularly gets nightmares because of actor. - - -
Space: Nightmares
Fandom: Original Work
AU?: N/A
Extra: Original characters again, whoop whoop!!
Warnings: Abuse, Blood mentioned, death, lifeless bodies referred to as dolls
Tag: @badthingshappenbingo
A Nightmare For Death
Trembling with both sections of his tail in his mouth, chewing on scales and leathery flesh, the boy remained as silent as possible. The tiny safe room his mother had installed into his room was a secret to that monster of a man. Why was he doing this? Young, little Mortalitas had done nothing wrong!
"C'mon brat, I know you're in this house somewhere!"
Still, he remained silent, daring to peer into the little view slot that he had so he could see if he was safe. He had to cover his mouth to stifle a scream. That was his mother... Dead. Lifeless. Being dragged like a pathetic doll by her clothes. Of course, the stifled scream didn't go unnoticed, and Mortalitas panicked as his hidey hole was approached.
The man, his father, or at least he's supposed to call this wretched man, had an expression that was more gnarled than an old iron gate. A vile, violent, vicious man who didn't understand the concept of love unless it required forceful and mercilessly hands. Not that it was love, and young, little Mortalitas knew that.
But when the little hidey hole was revealed, everything changed. The body was no longer his mother's, but rather instead his husband's. No... That wasn't possible... His husband wouldn't have been killed. Right? RIGHT? But alas, the clothing was now the Prince's official attire, ripped and shredded. The tri-coloured hair - blonde, baby blue and pastel pink - was matted with blood, the usually lively body language rendered down to the same movements of a ragdoll.
Similarly, his father was no longer his father. For one, his father did not have brown hair like the mud of a floodplain, shaggy and unkempt. His father didn't have grey, steel eyes that held not even one sane moral behind them. His father wasn't a mindless, cruel human, who's only concern was experimentation and torture. But yes, the man had changed too. Clad in a white lab coat stained red, with larger gloves of that sickening doctors' blue, a sneer plastered like a smile on his face - the CEO and lead scientist of the country's biggest threat.
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Waking with a startled gasp, the king stared at the ceiling with his chest heaving. His usually playful and unserious partner sat up beside him, a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Mortal...?"
The king could only sit up himself, and hold onto Jester with a vice hug, refusing to let him go. Jester held Mortalitas in return, securely in his arms where no one could dare to hurt him. Jester wasn't too clued up on Mortalitas' childhood, but he had a few ideas of what had occurred for his kingly lover. He never pried for the information but this was clearly more than his past.
"Mortal, dear...?"
"... You were dead... He killed you..."
The usually manic prince could only hold his beloved tighter. He knew that Mortalitas had lost almost everyone in his life, and he knew that he feared losing Jester. He made the attempt to soothe him, gentle hands raking through surprisingly untangled hair of a white, purple and black combination. It was painful, watching him struggle with no way for Jester to help. If only he could take away all that horror, pain, trauma, terror... Everything that his beloved ever suffered. But of course, that isn't possible. Jester can only hold him while he sobs, gut-wrenching heaves of his chest as his hands cling tightly to Jester. Sounds that no one ever wants to hear from anyone. Sounds that no matter what happens, you want to protect them with your whole being.
And, despite his lesser power, Jester would throw himself in harms way for the man in his arms.
Angela Carter, from "The Lady of the House of Love", The Bloody Chamber & Other Stories
Dreams are weird, man
Tell me why(ain't nothing but a heartache)I had a dream about Superman???
and it wasn't even funny. like-this mf was crushing on everyone in his team for sum reason.
And I mean everyone.(pretty sure he did a musical number on it, I remember Kelly mf Clarkson interviewing him before they break off to sing abt it and it's trending faster than well-something)
and then the scene cuts to Clark and Lois, idek what's happening anymore. THEN BATMAN!!! who is now twice the height of supes breaks in half. in half onto me, I "die", then the scene changes to a wedding??!!1!?
the entire justice League is there in wedding garb, with KON officiating??? in a Cinderella dress....idk either. then all of them kiss, catch on fire, melt off into Gorey pieces of meat....then we're in the raft!(marvel ref)
now i'm panicking(rightfully), I turn around and come face to face with-you guessed it-a disgusting, meaty mountain of all the heroes remains staring at me with a copious amounts of eyeballs.
It gets better, Trigon comes from...somewhere(idek anymore)and grabs the super mountain meat and eats it. just.like.that.
Then I wake up. The end.
i rlly wanted to share this because I don't want to be the only one to suffer with this bs, you're welcome<3
It's been years.
It was yesterday and a century ago,
Your steps still echo in the rooms,
Your words still ring in my head.
You have been gone a long time,
And yet you live
You exist now in my dreams,
In the good ones, I recall your leaving.
It is in the nightmares where I forget.
They trick me,
put me in a trance and
make me believe again.
I wake up from the nightmares only to realize,
That they weren't real.
They itch and hurt,
After everything I have tried to bury them,
they keep coming back up,
Crawling, scraping against my mind
they find a way to torment me every single time
Let them die, just like the one I shared them with.
Emergency
I have nightmare because of PTSD and I was wondering if you could do a human reader s/o with rung, rodimus, fort max, and perceptor giving comfort from nightmare
Sorry this took so long to write you three! I hope you all like it! Two of you guys requested Rung, and the last person requested others and Rung, so I put them all together! I also added songs that would go well to the prompt.
Rung, Rodimus, Fort Max, and Perceptor x reader/ Nightmare HC’s;
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Keywords:
E/C = Eye Color
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Rung;
You believed nightmares where significant things. Dreams with meanings. But if that was so, why did you have so many? Rung wondered.
You where very important to him, and it worried him to see you at night, twitching in your sleep, drenched in a cold sweat before bolting up and letting out a cry.
It broke his heart. You where to beautiful to have something like this happen.
He would encourage you to take a few sessions with him, to try and find the roots of this, but nothing seemed to work. He tried his best, he really did.
One night though, it was particularly bad. He was called to your hadsuite in a blink of any eye and was faced with the sight of you.
You sat on your small birth, sobbing audibly, drenched in sweat, and shaking violently.
He moved to your side in an instant, hesitating to pick you up before he scooped you into his hands and held you to his chest.
You flinched at first, letting out a feared shriek before looking up into the eyes of your newcomer.
You just stared, not knowing what to do before he softly patted your hair, and pressed you against his chest, letting you listen to his soothing speakbeat.
It was...soothing to say the least. Such a beautiful rhythm, striking a few beats every second. His chest radiated a calming heat as you rested your cheek in his teal spark, making him jump slightly.
He leaned on your birth, keeping you close and placed a small blanket over you, letting you drift into a peaceful sleep.
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Rodimus;
This poor fucking kid dude. As soon as he hears about this, he is by your side, panicking. He cares a lot about you, and never wants you to have these dreams.
When he see’s you having them, he is by your side instantly, shaking you intensely to awaken you.
He has had nightmares before, and knows the horrors they can bring, so he understands if you don’t want to discuss them.
Most nights, he will let you sleep in his birth with him, laying on his warm chest, sleeping soundly to his sparkbeat.
He would encourage you to see Rung or at least discuss what’s going on in them, to try and get to the bottom of the cause.
If it’s personal, he would understand, but still want you to see Rung; just in case.
He really worries about you, and isn’t afraid to cry in front of you. Sometimes, when you wake up from a nightmare in tears, he would cry too.
It really hurts him to see you so hurt from your dreams.
He loves to place his forehead on yours and look into your eyes, he could get lost in your E/C orbs forever.
He will always be there for you, no matter what!
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Fort Maximus;
If there is anyone on this list that knows more about nightmares than the others, it’s him.
After being through so much, he has nightmares every night and knows how to deal with them.
You usually sleep with him so when you experience a nightmare in his habsuite, he knows what to do.
He’ll tell you to take deep breaths, breathing in time with him, allowing your lungs to relax and to work normally.
He is the type of person who doesn’t like to jump to ‘what happened’, more like; ‘Let’s calm you down first’, and you appreciate that. A lot.
He’ll carry you around in his shoulders when you wake up from a nightmare sometimes. Just wondering the halls while you calm down, getting you a drink, snack, etc.
He loves to cuddle you. He loves you so much, and you love him. You are always there for him when he has nightmares and vice versa. He is so caring that it makes you cry.
He carries around little music players to calm you and little stuffed animals for whenever you where tired, he knows that it’s hard to sleep.
He would wake you up as soon as he see’s you having such dreams and just holds you. Not talking needed, he already knows.
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Perceptor;
Like Fort Max, he is used to nightmares, and he knows how to deal with them.
He is aware of your nightmares before you tell him anything or he sees it happen, he’s just that good.
He may not show much emotion but trust me, he shows them to you.
He asks if you need to speak with him or Rung. If you say yes, it’s instant, he’ll do anything to make you feel better.
He is a very busy mech, mostly at the lab instead of your shared habsuite but, if he hears that you are struggling with your dreams, you better believe that he will stop everything he is doing and go to you, for as long as you need.
He loves you. So fucking much. He would do anything for your sweet soul.
He loves it when you sleep on his scope btw-
Most nights, you are on his shoulder, sleeping soundly as he works silently. He found out that him being near you while you sleep, reduces your nightmares.