hey! hope you're doing okay! If you feel comfortable could you write something about irl!Dream comforting reader? I have a trauma from when my house was robbed when i was a kid and everytime i hear a noise during the night i get paranoid, have panic attacks and just can't sleep, i am only able to sleep comfortably during the day.
Please dont write it if you dont feel like it and take your time♥️
Sweet Comforts
request: irl!dream x reader genre: fluff word count: 514 warnings: fear of what’s in the dark & a panic attack summary: it’s not a fear of the dark, its whats in the dark that scares you beyond anything else, thankfully dream is here to help extra: sorry it took so long, i was celebrating my birthday and dealing with burnout!! :)
- - - - - - - - - - the night’s terrifying, or at least to you it was. most assumed it was the actual dark, not what it could potentially have in it. you weren’t an exception to that assumption, the jokes of ‘being afraid of the dark’ weren’t uncommon with your friends. none of them knew the reality of it, the crawling and spine shivering fear that clawed at you like vultures to the dead.
you stared up at the ceiling, seeing the sliver of light come from the window to your right. the sun had started to rise, that was how long you’d been trying to ignore everything around you. though, even with the blanket and covers on, which were woven through your hands with a tight grip, your tears felt warmer than anything around you.
a sniffle left you, such a weak feeling built up inside of you. you hated feeling like this, vulnerable, afraid, alone, small, but you couldn’t help it, who knew what lurked around any shadow after all. creaking alerted every one of your senses and you quickly clasped a hand over your mouth, feeling your breathing pick back up.
by the time your door opened you were already hyperventilating, tunnel vision on the door, and a ring through your ears that deafened the sound of your own quiet sobbing. though the door only revealed a tired, but concerned, looking clay. his brows were furrowed, green eyes glazing when he really took in the sight of you. it hurt to see you look at him in such fear, but he knew it wasn’t because it was him.
nonetheless, he froze while staring at you, waiting until you realized it was him. it was a minute or so until your tunnel vision faded slightly, finally recognizing clay even through the panic in your head. when he saw you slightly relax, mainly through your face, clay immediately went to your side. he waited for you to nod slightly before he pulled you into a hug, tucking your head into his chest. it was warmer here, warmer than your tears were at least, and his arms around you helped bring a feeling of safety.
clay muttered sweet nothings to you, comforting words that everything would be okay, that he’d protect you and always be there for you. his voice was nice, comforting in a way, even though it was barely heard through the ringing in your ears. “do you wanna tell me why you’re panicking like this?” he murmured, still keeping you close.
you shook your head against his chest, a hum resonating in his chest after your response. “alright, just know I’ll be here until you’re okay, alright?” he was clearly determined to simply comfort you, rubbing up and down your back while resting his head ontop of yours. in a way he was already comforting as is, he helped you forget what could be in the darkness, enveloped in a sense of safety and security. that’s what you felt anyways, especially as the drowsiness finally hit, and you closed your eyes, still leaning into his chest.