Kit Connor Imagines

sculptures of anything goes

summary: you've always had an issue with nightmares. kit makes them more bearable.

Requested by the lovely inlovewks

Nightmares were something that never let go of Y/n. They had them a lot while growing up and even now these dreams would occasionally haunt their dreams.

For a while they've been dating Kit Connor too, he of course didn't know about this. Y/n had tried their best to keep them a secret, obviously embarrassed by it.

He had been away for filming and the nightmares had started becoming more prominent in their life.

Kit would be coming home soon and if these nightmares didn't stop soon, Y/n would have a real problem.

Their head was filled with possibilities of how him finding out could end, he might just laugh at them, thinking they were stupid for being scared of something as unimportant as dreams.

It was finally time for Kit to be coming home, something Y/n had longed for so long.

They had been preparing the house for his arrival since they had woken up, which was pretty early since they were afraid of going back to bed after a horrible nightmare yet again.

When the front door finally opened, Y/n rushed down to the door, greeting their boyfriend who was standing there with his arms wide open, waiting for a hug.

"I've missed you so much, love." He whispers into their neck, still hugging them.

"Oh god, me too." They smile, finally in presence of their lover again.

Most of the day was spent with the two of them catching up on their lives, talking until they realised how late it had gotten.

"We should probably head to bed, it's getting late." Kit stands up from the couch the both of them had been sitting on all this time, stretching his body a bit.

"Yeah you're right, I'm tired too." While saying this, Y/n's heart pumped in their chest, knowing they'd probably have a nightmare.

They tried to focus on the newfound happiness from Kit coming home, hoping that'd help her sleep.

It didn't take them a long time to fall asleep, Kit having fallen asleep as soon as he hit the mattress.

Their dreams were normal, people would even say they were good until things started taking a turn. It started getting out of hand, Y/n started to sweat, their breath uncontrollable, heavy.

They suddenly sat up, looking around in the darkened room. This was one of the worst dreams they'd ever gone through.

They stare at Kit for what seems like an eternity, trying to copy his breathing pattern. The tears wouldn't stop forming in their eyes, falling onto the white sheets.

They had tried very hardly not to sob, knowing it would probably wake Kit. Much to Y/n's dismay though, he had woken up already, probably because of the tears.

"Oh god Y/n, why are you crying?" He sits upright, taking them in his arms. "It's nothing, just a bad dream." They sniff, trying to stop the tears escaping their eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, ending the hug so he can look at his partner.

"No, not really. I'm used to them by now." It slips out of their mouth before Y/n can even think about what they said.

"Does this happen a lot?" Kit questions when hearing Y/n's reply. They just nod, scared he'll laugh at their stupidity.

"You can tell me things like that, okay? Come here." He opens his arms, Y/n falling into them.

They cuddle for what feels like forever, which is until Y/n falls asleep.

When they wake up, they were woken from the sunlight hitting their face and not from a bad dream.

They were about to get up, when Kit holds them back. "No, stay." He whines, his face pressed against the pillow. He snuggles closer to them, not letting them go. "I missed you so much."