Paul x Reader
Reader gets a nightmare
By - the100thtwiligmaze
My legs couldn't possibly move any faster but I tried anyway.
I couldn't remember what I was running from, all I knew was that it struck fear in every vein in my body.
"Paul!" I screamed, pushing up the incline that the forest provided.
"Paul!" I screamed again, tears flowing freely down my face.
I kept running, and running but I knew this entity was gaining on me. I felt its presence along my back, felt it's heavy breathing on my neck.
"Paul!" I screamed one last time before the entity snaked its hand around my throat.
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I woke up drenched in sweat. My pajamas sticking to every inch of my body.
"Shit." I muttered into the empty room.
I grabbed my phone to look at the time.
'1:22 am.' I thought.
It was almost time for Paul to get off from patrols and I couldn't let him see me like this. The man goes out every night looking for vampires for crying out loud, the last thing he needed after yet another long night was coming to see me and me panicking over a nightmare.
I got some fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom to rinse myself from the disgusting amount of sweat the nightmare produced.
When I got out, Paul was climbing through my bedroom window.
"Hey, baby." he greeted, nearly knocking himself out on the window pane.
"Hey." I greeted, trying my hardest not to let the terror I just went through show.
"You okay?" he asked, sitting himself at his usual seat along my bedroom wall.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just haven't been to sleep yet." I lied, walking over to him.
I was welcomed by open arms and gladly leaped into them, wrapping my arms around his inferno of a torso.
I was just getting comfortable, finding solace in the presence of Paul and the unusual silence he brought with him tonight.
"Y/N, you're shaking." he whispered, taking my hand in his.
It was then I realized that I was in fact shaking, and I couldn't even stop it.
"Y/N, baby, tell me what's wrong." he urged, turning to face me, stroking his thumb over my cheek.
"It was just a dumb ass nightmare." I answered, my voice coming out too hoarse to sound even remotely convincing.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, pulling me back into him.
"No." I answered honestly, burying my face deeper into his chest. My tears starting to drench his shirt.
"Okay. Then, we'll just sit here." he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"No, Paul, baby you need to sleep. I'll be fine, it was just a nightmare." I said, trying to wiggle out from his embrace.
"What I need is for you to be okay. You don't need worry about me okay, baby? You just let me take care of you. As long as you're okay? I'll be perfectly fine." he said, pressing a gentle yet passionate kiss to my lips.
And that's the last thing I remember before drifting off into a perfect, dreamless sleep.
