Why Don't We Preferences

He has a nightmare

Jonah Marais:

You and Jonah were walking home after browsing through a few stores.  You each carried a bag, Jonah's arm slung around your shoulders.  "Thanks Bear, but I could've payed for it myself you know," you smiled.  

"I know, that's not gonna stop me though," he chuckled.  You both walked, unaware of the shadows that followed you.  

"Hey Jonah?"

"Yes?"

"What do you call a seagull that flies over a bay?"

"What?"

"A bagel, get it?" you laughed.  He smiled, shaking his head.  "You love my cheesiness, besides you have the cheesiest pickup lines," you nudged him with your elbow.  

"Speaking off, if I were a streetlight, I'd stop every time I saw you so I could stare longer," he cheekily grinned.  Suddenly, a man ran in front of you and whipped out a gun.  

"Give me your cash!" he demanded gruffly.  You gasped as Jonah shoved you behind him.  "The cash!"  Jonah carefully handed over his wallet and his spare change, keeping eye contact.  "What about her?" 

"She doesn't have any cash," Jonah said evenly.  

"Bullshit, hand over the jewelry,"  the man growled.  You stepped out from behind Jonah, taking off your bracelets, rings and earrings.  You handed them to him and wiped a tear away.  Without warning, the man pulled the trigger.  You fell to the ground in agonizing pain.  Jonah screamed as he knelt by you, trying to stop the bleeding.  

"HELP!  HELP!  SOMEONE CALL 911!" he shouted.  

"J-Jonah, it's n-no use," you grunted.  

"Stay with me Y/N, c'mon you can do it," he breathed.  

"I love you," you mouthed as your life slipped away.  

"NO!" Jonah screamed.  

"Jonah, Jonah, wake up Bear!" you shook him awake.  He sat up, gasping for air.  His chest quickly rose and fell as he pulled you into a tight hug.  You'd gone to the bathroom and came back to see him murmuring your name whilst crying.  

"Y-you died," he sobbed.  

"Sh, it wasn't real.  Just a dream, everything's okay," you soothed.  Once he'd calmed down, he tucked you into his chest, where it looked like he was on top of you, but you didn't mind because he was really warm.  

Daniel Seavey:

You and Daniel were driving home from a day in the big city of Los Angeles.  You'd gone for a romantic dinner and a refreshing walk by the beach before heading home.  "Thanks Danny," you smiled, holding his hand.  He grinned at you briefly.  You were staring out the window, humming one of the WDW songs that was stuck in your head when you saw it.  The big black truck, hurtling towards you.  "Daniel!" you yelled, alarmed.  He turned to face you, but it was too late.  The impact knocked your car over.  Daniel struggled to catch his breath, before turning to face you.  

"Y/N?" he asked.  Silence.  Some civilians helped by getting Daniel out of the car wreckage.  "Thanks, can you help me with her?" Daniel asked, regaining his composure.  

"No problem man, I hope she's okay," a random male nodded.  With teamwork, they managed to get you out of the car and set you down on the pavement.  

"Beautiful, you're gonna make it, you hear me?  you're gonna be okay, I promise," Daniel mumbled, trying to keep his tears at bay.  You slightly shook your head.