Boboiboy Boyfriend Scenarios/Oneshots 1

☆ When you have a Nightmare - Quake ☆

Series request: S1r1t1

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In the quiet solitude of her bedroom, (Y/n) lay nestled beneath the covers, her eyes squeezed shut in restless slumber. 

The night enveloped the room in a shroud of darkness, casting long, eerie shadows that danced upon the walls. It was in this veil of obscurity that her nightmares took shape.

Tonight was no exception. As the moon bathed the room in a pale glow, a sense of unease crept over (Y/n)'s unconscious mind. 

The familiar sensation of dread washed over her, and she found herself trapped in a recurring nightmare—a chilling encounter with a shadowy creature that lurked beneath her bed.

The creature possessed piercing red eyes that seemed to glow with malevolence, and its razor-sharp claws taunted her from the depths of the darkness. Each night, it grew bolder, tormenting her with its presence. 

This nightmare, with its sinister undercurrent, mirrored (Y/n)'s deeper fears—an apprehension of the unknown and the uncertain path that awaited her in adulthood.

Unbeknownst to (Y/n), her restless stirring and stifled cries had disrupted the peaceful slumber of her boyfriend, Quake. Stirring from his dreams, he blinked away the grogginess and sat upright, his gaze fixed on (Y/n) with concern etched upon his face.

"Hey, (Y/n), are you alright?" Quake whispered, his voice laden with genuine worry. He reached out, gently shaking her shoulders, attempting to rouse her from the clutches of the nightmare.

Startled, (Y/n) jolted awake, her breathing ragged and her heart racing in her chest. She found solace in the warm presence of Quake, whose comforting touch served as an anchor, grounding her in reality.

"Quake," she murmured, her voice quivering slightly. 

"I... I had that nightmare again."

Quake's brows furrowed as he pulled her into a tender embrace. "You're safe now, (Y/n). It was just a dream. I'm here with you."

As (Y/n) nestled into his comforting arms, she felt a sense of security washed over her. Quake's strength and unwavering support offered her the courage to confront her fears, even the ones that plagued her subconscious mind.

With a gentle stroke of her hair, Quake whispered, "Tell me about the nightmare. Maybe talking about it will help."

(Y/n) took a deep breath, her voice quivering but resolute. "There's this creature, a shadowy presence beneath my bed. 

Its red eyes pierce through the darkness, and it taunts me with its sharp claws. Every night, it grows bolder, making me question my own strength and the uncertainties that lie ahead."

Quake listened intently, his eyes filled with empathy. "I can understand why it frightens you. But remember, (Y/n), you are stronger than you think. You have faced challenges before, and you have always emerged stronger. You have a resilience that shines brightly, even in the darkest of times."

(Y/n) nodded, her fears momentarily assuaged by Quake's words. His unwavering belief in her abilities ignited a flicker of confidence within her. 

She knew that she could face the unknown, armed with his love and support.

"I'm scared of what the future holds," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Quake cupped her face, his eyes locked onto hers with unwavering sincerity. 

"The future may be uncertain, but we'll face it together, (Y/n). We'll navigate through life's twists and turns, hand in hand. Your dreams, your aspirations—they all matter to me. I want to be there for you, every step of the way."

Tears glistened in (Y/n)'s eyes, a mix of relief and gratitude washing over her. 

"Thank you, Quake. Your presence alone gives me the strength to confront my fears."

Quake pressed a tender kiss against her forehead, his voice filled with love. 

"I will always be here, (Y/n), fighting alongside you, encouraging you, and reminding you of the incredible person you are. You have the power to conquer your fears, and I will do everything in my power to support you."

As the night wore on, Quake stayed by (Y/n)'s side, their conversation flowing effortlessly as they shared their dreams, hopes, and fears. They found solace in each other's presence, weaving a bond that transcended the nightmares that plagued (Y/n)'s sleep.

In the weeks and months that followed, (Y/n) continued to face her nightmares head-on, armed with Quake's unwavering love and support. Gradually, the menacing creature beneath her bed lost its power, fading into the recesses of her mind.

Together, they ventured into the uncertain terrain of adulthood, weathering the storms and savoring the triumphs. 

(Y/n) discovered that the future held endless possibilities, and with Quake by her side, she felt invincible.

Their love story, far from the cringe-worthy tales of old, became an inspiration to those who sought a connection grounded in trust, understanding, and unwavering support. As (Y/n) and 

In the end, it wasn't just a story of nightmares overcome—it was a testament to the power of love and how it can illuminate even the darkest corners of one's heart. 

(Y/n) and Quake, their love story etched in the pages of countless readers' hearts, became an emblem of hope—a beacon of light guiding others through their own uncertain journeys.