Living With Monsters | Various SCP X Reader

Jack Bright x Reader | Nightmares

I want to just say that the amazing art work is from an SCP music video by Kowa Hinat on YouTube! Go watch it!
So here's that angsty fic where Bright cries. I love him and I love breaking him.

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"Ah! It's so comfy!" Bright grinned as he flopped down on the bed in a staring shape, the spongy mattress almost completely enveloping him.

You sighed upon your entry to the appartement room, letting your bags drop to the ground with a heavy thud. It was two thirty in the morning and you were too tired to deal with Jack's insanity at this time.

"Great," you hummed, now rooting through your case to find your pyjamas. You looked over to find Bright stripping his clothes off, ending up in nothing but a pair of boxers and the amulet around his neck.

As per usual Jack could never get those thirty days without dying, although he was currently on his twenty seventh which was probably a record for him.

"Aaaaand I'm gonna have nightmares tonight," you sighed at his half naked figure before starting to undress yourself once he had burried his face in the fluffed up pillow.

"You love me," he was muffled by the think sponge.

It truth, you probably did. But your job got in the way more often than not and you found it difficult to express this feeling you had towards the man. You doubted he even felt the same way.

When you were safely changed you gave Jack the word that he was able to look up now. Years of the two of you working together had resulted in him knowing that when you show signs of getting changed he should always look away, or he would be faced with a knee or foot to a very sensitive area. Although the two of you were often in each others presence this was only the third time the two of you had to share a room. Usually you were supplied with an appartement with a room each. But apparently this mission was low budget.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" he muttered, turning his head to face you once you had climbed into your own single bed, similar to Bright's.

"No," you replied, turning over so your back was to him.

"Do you think you could get a cup of 682's semen from 294," he questioned thoughtfully.

"Jack," you sighed deeply, rubbing your eyes in exasperation, "What the fuck?"

"We could make more. Imagine an army of them," he continued wistfully. You could hear the tiredness seeping into his voice.

"Jack, go to sleep," you insisted and a few moments later he was silent, seeming like he had actually listened to you for once. Sleep came for you shortly after but it didn't last long.

You were woken up by a lot of shuffling and heavy breathing. You had once walked in on him... reliving himself and you were about to turn around and throw your bedside lamp at him before realising he wasn't doing what you had originally thought. It looked like he was having a nightmare.

Slowly you sat up, flicking on your lamp instead of throwing it.

Bright was tossing and turning in his bet, even from where you were you could see the sweat forming on his forehead. His breathing was heavy and he was muttering out words you couldn't quite make sense of.

"Bright," you mumbled groggily, to no avail.

When he didn't wake you moved from your bed and slowly walked towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him slightly.

"Bright, you're dreaming," you mumbled,"Wake up."

It didn't work so you tried a little harder, "Hey, Jack, wake up."

He stopped thrashing about bed but you could still feel his body trembling as your grip on his bare shoulder loosened slightly. You felt his hand on your wrist now, clinging tightly to it as his breathing became more controlled and eyes slowly flickered open.

Moments later he had jolted up into a sitting position, hands balling into fists around your pyjama top as he burried his face in your shoulder, choking out sobs.

For a few moments you froze up, not quite sure what to do before you wrapped your arms around him, pulling his trembling body to you.

"It's... it's okay Jack... it was only a nightmare. You're okay," you hushed him, running your hands through his hair.

"Y-you don't get it!" he snapped loudly, before pressing his head further into your shoulder.

You flinched at his sharp words but didn't pull away, instead held him tighter, attempting to soothe him.

He continued to babble incoherently into your shoulder through sobs and gasps for air. You found it strange for someone like Jack to become so upset.

"I don't want to die," he hiccuped out, "Please (Y/N). Please don't let me die anymore. It hurts. I hate it. I can still feel it. Even after. It still- It still - it-" he choked up again.

It was so painful to hear. So heart breaking to see him so broken like this. But how long? How long had he been suffering like this. How long had this been going on and you never knew.

"I'll do everything I can to make sure you don't," you whispered softly, continuing to stoke the back of his head.

It took a while longer of persuasion and comfort to finally calm him down. But he still wouldn't let go of you.

"Sorry," he muttered out at last, his voice gruff from crying.

"Why didn't you tell me," you asked quietly, your hand resting on his head, fingers knotted in his hair.

"I..." he sniffed slightly,"I don't know. It's hard to talk about."

You could understand that. How would you strike up a conversation about casual deaths.

"Does Glass know?"

"Asked him not t' say," Jack mumbled with a slow nod.

"It's okay," you replied.

"Sleep with me," he muttered.

You frowned at the request before realising he only wanted you to actually sleep not anything inappropriate.

You nodded, shifting slightly so you were lying down, Jack still clutching onto you tightly, his body still shaking slightly.

"Why bother with me," he asked lowly at last, "I'm not... sane."

You turned to face him, gazes interlocking as you replied, "I love you, y'know. Sane or not."

"I think I love you too," he mumbled pulling you closer shutting his eyes with a small smile.