#nightmare tw

[bunny-lovers]

Imagine your f/o comforting you after a nightmare.

proship/darkship/neutral DNI

[gregorovitch-adler]

An Intimate Friendship

CW: Slight Violence and Nightmare.

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A loud bang from opening fire, and there he was, lying flat on his back, dead, bleeding through his right temple.

*

Watson sat bolt upright on his bed, staring at the wall in front of him in his bedroom in horror. He took the napkin from his pillow and wiped the sweat from his face, taking quick and shallow breaths in the process.

As his breathing returned to normal, he recalled his nightmare and frowned at it. Or rather, he frowned at the sheer realism and vividness of it.

If such a day were to come for real in his life, if his life were to end in this way, would anyone care?

Watson gave out a soft, mirthless chuckle. Who would? The public of England talked about the detective and the wonders that the said detective had done in the field of criminology, quite rightfully so.

As for Watson himself, well, he was just a humble and clueless man. He wondered whether the world would even blink an eye if he were to pass away someday.

Watson swallowed and got up from his bed and stepped out of his room to get some air.

He was met with the sight of Holmes having an intense conversation with someone in the living room. Watson raised his brow at the thought of visitors at this odd hour.

Watson did not wish to interrupt, so he decided to go back to his room. However, the intense whispers were quite distracting.

Curiosity got the better of him in the end, and Watson stopped halfway through closing the door of his bedchamber. He cocked an ear to give a part of that conversation a listen, even though he knew how extremely rude eavesdropping was.

"... but what you are asking is to make Watson a bait in the case this time, which I absolutely refuse. You will have to look for a different method, officer. The killer will have to pass through me if Watson has to die. He is my intimate friend..."

Watson finally closed the door and leaned against it, smiling brightly to himself. He did not know about the world, nor did he care, but he now knew that there was at least one person who would blink an eye. Probably more than just that.

Watson walked over to his bed and lay down. He knew he was going to sleep better now.

*

May Prompts: Eavesdropping and Nightmare.

Tags: @keirgreeneyes , @calaisreno , @topsyturvy-turtely , @helloliriels , @jamielovesjam , @lisbeth-kk , @peanitbear , @totallysilvergirl, @gaylilsherlock .

[unlost]

Who: @lunarcovestarters Where: Outside On Pitch Karaoke Bar

For the first time since the chaos--and the death of one of their own--Ana turned the 'closed' sign on the bar to open. Beside the single, neon word was a bulletin board with all the normal notifications: that she did not accept refunds, that Ralph was not allowed inside, and that all patrons were required to sing at least one song upon entry or else buy a round of drinks for everyone in the bar. Tonight, however, she had added a new sign, which read:

Having nightmares? Need help falling asleep? See owner for new lullaby pricing.

This sign, like all the signs, was hung up with a knife rather than a push pin, as was the aesthetic of the establishment. Satisfied with the note's placement, Ana looked up and met the gaze of the first person passing by. "Well, come on in. Don't make me sing."

[earthdcfended]

@leschanceux (Gordy) said: "Relax. We're safe here."

Red patterned carpet runs down the corridors as far as the eyes can see as Howie bolts through the never ending maze. He doesn't want this. He doesn't want to get eaten. He doesn't want rooms full of clowns, spiders, angel statues or gorillas. Rita promised him it'd be okay. The Doctor promised him he wouldn't leave him. But he's separated from them, and there's nothing to be done. And how wonderful it is... It's all so clear, now. He's so happy.

Praise him... Praise him... Praise him...

Howie wakes with a start, and for a minute, he isn't sure where he is. He's on the floor in a makeshift bed of blankets and a spare pillow. In that initial moment, he's back there, using blankets from one of the hotel rooms because Rita declared they shouldn't split up for anything... His eyes adjust. He's not back there. He's in Gordy's room. He's in his aunt and uncle's house.

"Yeah..." He tightens his fists around the borrowed blanket as he tries to catch his breath. "Yeah... safe. We're-- We're safe here. Ed and... Ed and Kate are-- they're down the hall. Your sisters are asleep. We're... okay. I'm okay."

[mischiefxmuses]

Closed starter for @rcvcrics (harwin x rhaenyra)

Life was odd. Last thing he remembered of home was the bite of the fire and smoke filling his lungs before black. Fear, anger and pain was what his last moments were. Sleepless nights filled with terror. He often just found himself wandering later in the evening, putting off sleep. He was just out for a walk, lost in his own mind and thinking about home when he saw an all too familiar face. "Rhaenyra?" He worried they were an insomnia driven hallucination. "If this is a dream it is the best dream I have had in a long time."

[hidefdoritos]

uhh anyone who prays or sends good vibes or whatever appreciated

PTSD stuff under the cut

So yesterday I went shooting for the first time (I once bartered my mending for some ammo, then my friend and I have spent two years trying to make a range trip happen). A gun was present in my trauma (I wasn't threatened with it directly but it existed). I also flinch hard at loud noises. This resulted yesterday in a couple difficult hours where I faced up to some fears, had fun, and tensed my core muscles over and over.

On the trip back, my friend (who knows I'm traumatized but didn't know details) asked me if I wanted to talk, and I did, so I ended up spilling the whole story, which is a good thing but also exhausting.

Then I went and played D&D and Mario Party for several hours with other friends, which was exactly what I needed.

Anyway overnight I had an actual screaming nightmare and woke up punching my pillow (it's been a couple months since that happened). Also my back is INCREDIBLY sore and tight, almost like I pulled something from flinching so hard and repeatedly.

I'm exhausted from poor sleep quality and my back really hurts, so I'm skipping church this morning and just catching the livestream. So I'm missing out on community support, but I also had such a big day yesterday and I need to process that it was good and I'm alive. I wish I could do that with other people, but also I'm scared of being in a crowd and punching someone who touches me, which seems really likely to happen today, given that trauma reminder + loud noises = jumpy, and talking about trauma + physical pain today = sensitive, and nightmares + punching things subconsciously = danger to others.

Anyway yeah if you pray or send good vibes or whatever I could use them today. Its lonely, I'm tired, and I physically hurt; though the catharsis of facing my fears and talking about them has been wonderful.

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@magicalsmusings

James woke up, hearing Katie scream. He hurried into her room. “Katie? It’s just a dream.” He scoots in with her, holding her. "I'm here."

[fairymint]

morning, i got work soon but i had a few melatonin nightmares- one of which was rp related lmfao

my brain created a person who was like, very sex negative and would just whine and vague on the dash instead of like, idk blocking people or using the site/tag filters at all

very much a mockery of bigoted people who act all 'sad', and iirc they were usually wrong about ppl's intentions like the mildest thing would remind them of sex, i think even if the muse like kissed on the cheek without the 'right' description to indicate it was wholesome and platonic

silly af. sighing in relief rn actually-

i had another nightmare about more irl shit but that's a lot more upsetting so i won't get into that atm

[clawsofakiller]

A short fanfic my partner wrote for me I did a re-translation I love it just want to share with y'all

🤭🥰😋☺️🥴🤗，👍👍❤️🖤💙，😼🧡🥷🐺，❗😼🧡🧡😨

Hurt/Comfort

Creed held the mutant boy who is two turns smaller than him, and said nothing.

Every muscle in Daken's body trembled, and at the moment, an aura of disturbed pheromones surrounded his whole body. He lay motionless on Sabretooth's chest, clenching his teeth against some unknowable nightmares.

"What did Romulus do to you again?" It was a long time before Creed asked.

Daken still said nothing, the blood from his nose gradually staining Sabretooth's suits; he was badly wounded. Even in such a terrible condition, he resisted Sabretooth's embrace with all his might. Being so close, he could clearly hear Creed's heartbeat, so he knew that the giant mutant didn't really care for his wellbeing, he just god damn enjoys smelling the fear of others.

[gildead]

@tetramulti a stranger asked:

A hauntingly familiar laugh rings out in that dark space. It's far too familiar, isn't it? The sterile smell, the feeling of straps holding him down... a pair of gleaming red eyes lean down, and down, and- That figure is huge. It resembles Lugia, and yet, it also resembles Wesker. Like some kind of hellish fusion- "You thought you could run off? That's funny, Cadaver. All of those that you tried to hide behind... hahah..." Its muzzle is bloodied. "Gone. They fought well, just for you to end up back in my grasp. How does it feel, to try so hard to run and hide... just to fail?" XD-BOROS suddenly stops laughing, becoming serious. "We have much to catch up on, my boy. I could use more of your material for a project of mine, you know... you won't be saved. Not this time." It uses its psychic powers, hovering several surgical tools closer with a sadistic grin. "Try not to fight too hard. It'll only hurt more."

It's still too bright when he awakens.

Even with how scrambled his memories are, it doesn't take too long for Gold to realize that things are desperately--

NO.

The straps tightened around his neck. The bright white lights further straining his vision. THE COLD METAL TABLE AGAINST BARE SCALP. Gold used Struggle! Gold used Struggle! Gold used--

He looks up at his jailer.

That's not Albert Wesker.

Gold freezes. If his blood still ran, it would be bitter cold. He's seen neither hide nor hair of the beast of the sea since death. Part of him was glad; he had forgotten just how twisted it was in his final moments. How full of rage, of hatred... of pain.

And it speaks in the man's goddamn voice.

He's lost everyone. His Pokémon. His pseudo family. His friends. Silver. Lyra. BEN. Likely they've all met the exact same fate: captured, torn apart, harvested for their parts. He failed them. He failed Celebi. He even failed himself.

Gold can't even muster the words to fight back. He tries, but his voice catches in his throat every time. The nightmare won't even give him the chance to fail at defending himself. It won't even let him sob. He just lays there, frozen solid, as the tools approach him dangerously.

Something forces his mouth to pry open past its limits, holding it open. He feels a prick, followed by the world around him blurring as a scalpel approaches his face and--

GOLD SITS UP AWAKE.

He's in his room at Wario's apartment. His nice, warm bed, covered in blankets and sheets. His bangs flop in his face as he bats them aside with the sleeve of his oversized sleep shirt. They come away, revealing black tar-like tears. He's been crying.

How long has he been crying for, exactly...?

[rd-eternity]

Words: 5.3k || Rating: Teen and Up || AKA the alternate, happy ending of her heart, his hell

Summary: Doing what he could to redeem himself to the pack clearly didn't work. Theo's back in the hospital of hell, running from his sister. He's losing his heart, and his hope. No one will save him from hell this time; except he's not in hell. Liam's desperately trying to pull him from his nightmares.

His heart - the one he knows isn’t going to be his for much longer now - tumbles. He swallows hard, chest heaving with sharp breaths. The hand on his chin is warm, but so rough and unforgiving. “Theo!” His eyes snap to the doorway. To… Liam? He’s exactly the same as the one on top of him, just with blood across his shoulders, staining the white t-shirt he’s wearing. Lips brush across his, as a taunt. “How long have you held out hope that I’ll ever love you in return?” he teases, biting at the skin of his jaw, next to where his hand is holding him. “And look at this, the one time you thought you gained something, it was a trick.” His free hand tugs on the ropes around his hands, the rough cord biting into his skin. “Such a wasted life.”

[strawbrryrush]

closed starter for silco !! @mischiefmuses

sleep felt rare- it was hard to sleep nowadays.. especially with her night terrors plaguing her mind- reminding her of how silco died.. died at her hands- every nightmare ended the same.. she left him sinking in the open water- and every morning she woke up just the same- a loud gasp.. as if some of the water never left her lungs- she searched frantically- expecting this house to be empty.. for nothing of silco to remain- for it to be cold.. to be just her- and her racing thoughts and hallucinations.. where was he?? was he dead.. -but she swore she saw him before- felt his touch- but still.. his death was so real and agonizing.. "silco?" she called out with a crack in her voice- straining from the devastation.. as her eyes fell on him- she was quick to wrap him in her desperate arms.. they were weak- as she swore the man she was clinging to- wasn't here.. was he just a figment of her imagination?? her way of coping.. blue and pink flickers danced in and out of her sight- "-i killed you- why don't you hate me?" she asked- with a sniffle.. surely her words were shaky- and barely audible.

[darkkitty1208]

Entry for day 17 of Whumptober 2023, prompt no. 17: Touch Aversion & "Leave me alone."

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Stephen Strange & Wong Characters: Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel) Additional Tags: Post-Doctor Strange (2016), Aftermath, Healing, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nightmares, Touch Aversion, Stephen Strange has PTSD, Wong is a good bro, Mentioned Dormammu (Marvel), Dissociation, References to Depression, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Sort Of Series: Part 15 of Whumptober 2023 Summary:

He did it. He defeated Dormammu.

The world is saved.

He should feel triumph, or glee, or at least relief. But he doesn't.

All he feels is exhaustion. A bone-deep, spreading tiredness that leaves his knees weak and his head spinning. He feels like collapsing.

OR

Post-DS1, aftermath of Dormammu, because MCU has the audacity to not show how it affects Stephen. 

[zakariaxwolfe]

Haunting Memories || Self Para

This threat takes place a week or so ish ago, their first night back in the new place since the raid.

Zak wakes up in the middle of the night to find out the bad dreams his mother lightly mentioned were a bit worse than he expected. tw: nightmares, guns, a traumatized child

ft. Sophia and @rcsesnoir (Oxana)

Zak and Oxana had finally settled into their new house, and Sophia was back home with them. For the first time in weeks, he felt a glimmer of hope, a sense that things might finally start looking up. He couldn’t have done it without Jason and his mom, who had stepped up to care for Sophia during the chaos. Still, Zak had been adamant, Sophia needed to be with someone who could protect her with their life. Nothing less would do. Now they were together again, and their first night back as a family felt like a fragile step toward normalcy.

Sophia had spent the day exploring the new space, arranging her toys, and watching her favorite movies. Dinner was a quiet affair, but the exhaustion of moving had taken its toll. By late evening, Sophia was asleep, and Zak wasn’t far behind. His body gave in before his mind, and though he held Oxana close with his gun tucked under the pillow, sleep offered little peace.

Dreams twisted into memories, and memories became nightmares. The raid replayed vividly in his mind, the shouting, the chaos, and worst of all, Sophia’s screams "Daddy! Daddy, wake up! Help me! Please, Daddy, wake up!"

Zak jolted awake, heart pounding. The cries weren’t just in his head—they were real. Grabbing his gun, he bolted from the bed, every nerve on high alert as he raced to Sophia’s room. He pushed the door open cautiously, gun raised but aimed low, ready for anything. The sight that greeted him made his stomach drop, Sophia, thrashing in her bed, screaming in her sleep.

Quickly, Zak swept the room, ensuring no threats lingered. Satisfied, he engaged the safety, removed the clip, and set the gun aside in a drawer. Only then did he approach his daughter, climbing into her bed and pulling her trembling body into his arms. “Sophia,” he whispered gently, stroking her hair. “Shh, baby. Daddy’s here. You’re okay.”

But his touch startled her awake, and she let out a heart-wrenching wail, tears streaming down her face. Zak’s chest tightened. He’d seen his little girl fearless, wild, and sassy, always ready to speak her mind and take on the world. But this? This was a version of her he didn’t recognize. “Hey, hey,” he murmured, holding her tighter as she struggled. “It’s me, Sophia. It’s Daddy. You’re safe.”

Her resistance melted into sobs, and she buried her face in his shoulder. Zak felt a cool wetness on his cheeks and realized he was crying too. He wiped at his tears quickly. He couldn’t break—not now. Not in front of her. “I promise, baby,” he said, his voice cracking. “I’ll never leave you. No one will ever hurt you again. Not ever.” Sophia’s small, trembling voice cut through his resolve. “I don’t want them to come back for you.”

“They won’t,” Zak assured her firmly. “That’s why we moved. This house is safe, and no one can find us here. I swear.”

“I’m so scared, Daddy.” Zak pressed a kiss to her forehead, guilt washing over him in waves. “I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” His voice broke again, but he continued rubbing her back, whispering soft reassurances. Even as he spoke, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was lying. Nothing about this was okay.

Minutes passed, maybe twenty, maybe more, until Sophia’s breathing slowed and her body relaxed against him. “Come on, kiddo,” Zak said softly. “Let’s go back to my room. You can sleep with Mommy and me tonight, okay? That way, you’re extra protected.”

He stood carefully, lifting Sophia despite his own injuries. He knew he shouldn’t, but there was no way he’d let anything stop him. As they made their way back to the bedroom, Sophia’s head lolled against his shoulder, already drifting back to sleep.

Oxana was waiting for them, concern etched on her face. Zak tucked the gun away securely, then eased onto the bed, settling Sophia between them. “We should call that therapist tomorrow,” he murmured to Oxana. “See if they can take her in right away.” Oxana nodded, her hand brushing over Sophia’s hair. Together, they lay in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, bound by the shared weight of keeping their family safe.

[fili-lionofdurin]

Fili had been awake and sitting at the dining table since early that morning after a nightmare. Much earlier than his usual, and it showed on his face. Though, when Kili comes out of his room, Fili sits up, trying to look more alive. "Oh hey, good morning. Did you sleep, alright?" @coreofgold

[saturnmused]

@maidmyth ― bucky & remilia ― re: shippy starter call.

HIS TONE IS SOLEMN, but the expression on his features is not as heavy as it could be ; brightened by her presence, & reassured by her support. the night terrors that he gets almost daily have once again woken him, but this time, because she's slept over, they wake her too. she takes the time to sit with him, & he finally meets her gaze minutes after she'd woken. his own is apologetic, & the slight smile he gives is more akin to a grimace, but he's trying his best. ❝ thank you for being here with me, ❞ bucky says, but doesn't yet trust himself to reach for her hand, much as he wants to. he doesn't want to push things, when it all still seems so delicate between them. ❝ i usually need a midnight snack after that. d'you care for one too ? ❞ he asks as he moves to rise to feet.