Hey if you’re still doing prompts and if you’re up for it I don’t have a specific idea but literally anything Jeremy/Matt fahc would be fantastic.
ANON: Fahc Matt has a recurring bad dream of being forgotten by the crew, that they either leave him behind at a heist or he gets kidnapped from his little hacking office and none of them notice he’s gone. He never says anything to the others about it, he’s mostly used to bad dreams anyway (and is a little worried they’d make fun of him for it if he did) but a couple of them have noticed how sometimes he seems very happy to be woken when they need something 🐾
sometimes you guys give me ideas that fit so well together! I hope you don’t mind me combining and putting my own spin on them, guys. Also NB Rimmy Tim because fuck yeah.
Matt doesn’t sleep with them often. As such a new addition to their communal family and still hesitant about the more romantic parts of their group, he often returns to his apartment or sleeps on the couch or in his office at the end of the night. They pester and pull at him, but he’s pretty specific that’s where he wants to be - he doesn’t want to invade their space - so they let it go. Whatever makes him the most comfortable.
He does feel guilty about not joining them in bed, especially when Jeremy pulls a crestfallen face and he has to force himself to stay strong and adamant. Truth was, he was having serious nightmares. Bad ones, ones that made him yell or fight and wake up in a cold sweat or worse. He doesn’t want to bother the others with them. So tonight, like always, he works until its almost impossible to keep his eyes open before turning to the tiny couch in his office and curling up.
Sleep, now as always, is hard to come by. He loosely knows Gavin has a similar problem, probably due to both of them working on computers at all hours of the day. He closes his eyes and forces his breath to calm and for his body to relax, counting himself through the meditations he knows tends to work. Before too long he does fall into a restless sleep. Almost immediately, they start back up again.
He looks around, but there’s no one there. His gun held loosely in his arms, a bag of money across his back. It’s loud, so loud, he can’t think over the screaming and the sirens and the gunshots. He wants to run but he can’t. No one answers him on the coms, no ones’ to be found in the building. Their car is already gone, Jack speeding the others to safety. He’s alone, they’ve left him...
Matt jerks awake, staring at the ceiling of his office and forces his breath to normalize. Fuck. He turns over on the small couch, pressing his face into the back of it, and wills himself to try to sleep again. They had a heist, he needed rest...
He’s tied to a chair. His captor - always a shapeless form - tries to call them. Jeers at him. They’re not coming. They won’t come for you. They don’t care about you. They’ll leave you behind.
The dream spirals and him with it. Some part of his brain knows he must be thrashing in his sleep but its so far away there was no chance this could become a lucid dream. Trapped in the nightmare, its only a gentle hand on his shoulder... a real hand, a firm one, reality ... that can startle him back into the waking world.
Matt startles with a muffled yell but there’s a form there to soothe him immediately, not begrudging the wild attempt at a punch Matt threw towards them. Jeremy gently rubs Matt’s arms. Their face looks nervous, scared. “Matt, you were fuckin’ yelling shit. I came to check on you. Fuck, man, you’re covered in sweat.”
A brief look down confirms that. “Yuck,” he breathes. “I - yeah. Sorry, I’ve been having nightmares.”
Jeremy snorts. “You can say that again. Shit.” But they notice that Matt isn’t pulling away and makes no moves to untangle themself from the other’s form until they feel Matt’s heart stop racing. For Matt, just seeing Jeremy above him .... coming to check on him, caring enough to bother, is enough to try to start his mind from playing tricks.
“What were you dreaming about? they ask quietly, frowning. “You were calling our names. Like you were alone.”
Matt huffs a sigh. “It’s not imp--” he starts, but one look from Jeremy makes him frown. “I just felt like I was left behind. That no one was going to come back for me. It’s dumb.”
There’s a brief moment and then Jeremy squeezes their butt next to Matt’s on the couch, holding him close. Matt subconciously eases into the embrace, pressing closer. “I spent months fuckin’ thinking no one cared about me here, or at least, that they’d abandon me at the first sign of trouble to save themselves.” They snort a bit. “But I’ve seen Geoff literally drop an entire heist and a chance at half a million dollars to come help me after I broke my ankle running out of a bank. Flat on my face, cops running up, ankle screaming in pain. He tossed the money back towards the bank and held off the cops until Michael could get me the fuck out of there.” Jeremy looks lost in thought for a moment. “That’s when I knew. We’re a family first. Heist second. You’re part of that family now, Matt. No one’s gonna fuckin’ leave you behind.”
Matt digests this for a second and then nods. There’s something about the earnest way Jeremy says it that actually gets through some wall in his brain. Jeremy drops a kiss into his hair. “Come back to bed. There’s - probably - enough room.”
Tiredly, Matt nods and they stand. It’s not solved. The nightmares are likely going to return. But with his hand in Jeremy’s, warm and strong, he knows it would be easier to face them. Together.
