#i have failed you tungle. i'm sorry.

[unityrain24]

still disappointed that i didn't get a pic of the framed supernatural poster at a campus i toured a few months ago

[gayestnerdsinfiction]

Hey!! I'm really glad to see you back on Tungle!! If you're still taking requests, and if you haven't filled the prompt before, I'd love to see Night Terrors/Nightmares. Your choice if it's Scriddler or just Jon.

ask and ye shall receive ;) and it's good to be back and have some more time to write over the summer thank u for the warm welcome (and to everyone else sending nice messages!)

Jonathan feels like he’s running underwater. His arms and legs move as if met with great resistance, propelling him in slow motion across the dry, barren landscape. Clouds of dust bloom up from the dirt as his feet hit the ground and he tries desperately to keep them moving forward, one after the other. He’s exhausted, every muscle in his body threatening to fail him. He’s never been a good runner. Weak lungs, weak heart.

He looks over his shoulder, but finds himself unable to see what’s behind him. It’s like the horizon tapers off into a single point, the edges fading off into empty black space. He whips his head back around, continuing to push forward. He sees a structure in the distance. A barn. If he can just make it a little further—

Jonathan comes to the front of the barn, heaving the large doors open enough to slip inside. He steps into darkness, his feet sinking into soft earth. He presses his back flat against the wall, listening carefully for any signs of his pursuer. He’s met only with silence. He heaves a weary sigh, swallowing hard around the lump in his throat.

The ground beneath his feet rumbles softly before splitting open as a skeletal arm punctures through. It reaches up and closes around Jonathan’s ankle with a vice-like grip, long fingernails digging into his flesh.

Jonathan jerks awake in bed, his heel colliding with something solid as he reflexively kicks out towards a nonexistent assailant.

Edward grunts beside him, his own eyes opening suddenly. “Whas’sat?” he mumbles groggily. “Don’t kick me.”

“Sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Jonathan feels his heart pounding unsteadily in his chest and he struggles to catch his breath. He rolls over onto his side, facing away from Edward.

He feels his partner’s arm come to wrap tightly around his torso, his chest pressing up against his back. Edward’s hand creeps up to his chest, resting briefly over his heart. “You okay?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Nightmare?”

“Yes.”

Edward’s presses his lips to the nape of Jonathan’s neck, squeezing him a little bit tighter. “Want to tell me about it?”

“No. Go back to sleep.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He feels Edward shift beside him before settling into a comfortable position. After a little while, the arm wrapped around Jonathan goes slack, fingers resting loosely against his stomach.

Jonathan does not fall back asleep. He listens to the sound of Edward breathing, feels his muscles twitch slightly as he sleeps. He stares blankly at the wall across from him until he can see the first streaks of sunlight peeking in through the blinds.