' reader helps evan through his nightmares of HABIT '
warnings : gn!reader + no description of reader , mentions of HABIT if u squint , based on the sleep study video , evan is lwk occ , angst , fluff , cussing (its evan what do u expect) , mentions of violence (dreams) , lmk if i forgot anything !!
word count : 831
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“dude! you have to be cheating” jeff yelled at vinny after getting his ass beat in mortal kombat for the third time.
you lean over, putting your hand on jeff right should causing him to look over at you, “youre button mashing while vin knows the actual combos,” you shake your head with a faux frown. “its not his fault you suck ass.”
vincent starts laughing while jeff stumbles out a rebuttal of how ‘its an unfair fight’ and ‘id like to see you try to fight against vince’
your attention gets pulled away by a muffled voice up stairs, it sounds like wailing. your eyebrows furrow.
jeff notices your frowned face, “whats wrong?” he asks. his face morphing into a shade of worry to match your own.
“isnt evan supposed to be asleep right now?” you ask, making eye contact with vincent whos still coming down from his laughing high.
“yeah,” he huffed out, clearly out of breath, “why, whats wrong?”
you stand up, looking towards the stair case leading up to where evan is currently sleeping, or atleast supposed to be sleeping. “nothing,” you look back down “i just think i heard a noise from upstairs”
jeff turns his head up to, “vinces loud laughing probably woke him up” he said while cocking his head to the side.
“or maybe your whining woke him up,” vinny mumbled under his breath.
jeff scoffed at his remark.
“im gonna go check up on him,” you said, your feet already dragging you to the base of the stairs.
“dont take to long,” vinny said, “your my next target to beat.”
you laughed, “please, i could smoke your ass with noob saibot.”
you heard vincent and jeffs bickering die out in the background as you acended up the stairs. turning down the hall, you find evans room.
the cries you heard down stairs have seemed to die down, you second guess bothering him, not wanting to mess up his sleep study.
youre about to head back downstairs, but you hear a whimper of ‘no’ through the door.
opening the door your met with a dark room, the only light coming from the glow of his bedside clock.
evans head thrashes against is pillow, his legs kicking.
you rush over to him, grabbing him by his shoulders. attempting to shake him awake.
“evan,” you speak up, not yelling, but just loud enough to wake him out of his sleep.
goddamit, why does he have to be such a heavy sleeper, you think to your self as you continue to shake him awake.
eventually he wakes up, scared and frantic.
he shoots his body up, wiping his head towards yours. fear floods his eyes, he scoots backwards, pressing his back against the wall.
“evan,” you say in a whisper, “its just a nightmare, youre at home, youre safe.”
he stumbles out an apology, scooting back closer to you as you sit on his bed.
“shh,” you look at him, his eyes still glossy and his face still flushed, “do you wanna talk about it?”
“no.” his shaky voice attempting to sound as stern as possible. “no, i-” he cuts himself off, looking down at his hands gripping the sheets.
you slide your hand over his. rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand.
“its ok,” you take your other hand, cupping his jaw. “if you dont wanna talk about it thats fine, but im here to listen if you need me.”
he pushed his cheek deeper into your hand, “thank you,” he whispers out. dragging his tired eyes up to meet mine, “stay? please.”
“of course,” you lay down on his bed, pulling the blankets over the both of you as he rests his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.
you pull one of your hands up to stroke his hair, the other resting on his back.
he pulls his head up to rest in the bend between your neck and shoulder. “i dreamt about you.”
you hum along, not wanting to interrupt.
“i- fuck” he stopped, almost choking on his words, “i hurt you.”
you feel your skin start to dampen, tears pooling out of his eyes landing on your skin.
“i hurt you so fucking bad,” he cried harder, “i couldnt even tell it was you, until you begged me to stop.”
“evan,” you shushed him, “you could never hurt me, i know you wouldnt.” you wrap your hands around him tighter. “it was a a stupid nightmare, your brain playing tricks on you.”
“it felt so real though,” he whispered into your neck.
“the brain is a crazy thing,” you said as his breathing slowed, “youd never hurt anyone, your a good guy.”
“im sorry,” he whimpered, “im a mess right now.”
“its ok,” you rubbed his back, “theres nothing you need to apologize for, none of this is your fault.”
you two laided there until evans breathing evened out, his eyes fluttered closed.
eventually, yours did the same.
authors notes : this is soo ass omfgughh, i apologize, its almost 3:00am rn so like im lwk tired asf. not proof-read, sorrys </3
