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the stars engulf him. tentacles grasp at his limbs, the only thing in sight just being vast space. for some reason, he can't bring himself to be alarmed. the void has become familiar, and he knew how this was going to go. the tentacles pull him down deeper and deeper, and he finally lets out a cry.
the portal consumes him, and takes over his mind.
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bryan wakes up, overheating and terrified. the bed is empty, and he can't help but panic. he pulls the fluffy blanket close to his chest and starts to cry. he hates this. he hates this. these dreams are so fucking dumb to cry over, yet here bryan is, sobbing his eyes out. why is it so hot??
he doesn't notice how much time passes, but he hears the door open and soft footsteps. there's a pause, and bryan hates the sound of his choked up breathing. “oh, bee…” a soft voice mutters, and he feels them sit down.
the person holds bryan's hands, and gestures at his head. “you should… probably put that out?”
he's confused for a moment, before connecting the dots. “wait, am i—” he feels at his hair, and is met with a fistful of flames. bryan panics and aggressively pats down his hair.
the person laughs, and brushes the hair out of bryan's face so he can see.
oh, it's jon.
…
OH, IT'S JON!!
bryan pulls him into a tight hug, and jon laughs even harder. “dude, be careful!! you're gonna break my ribs or something—”
“we have a child together, do not call me dude.”
jon wheezes, and bryan lets go of him. he holds his hands again, rubbing his thumb against his knuckles. “did you have another nightmare or something?” he tilts his head, almost like a confused dog, and bryan can't help but giggle slightly.
“yeah…” bryan sighs. “i'm sorry. i should've woke up sooner—”
“no no no, it's fine!!!” jon strokes bryan hair, getting a small purr in response. “i noticed your alarm didn't wake you up, so i assumed so.” there's a pause, before he lights up again. “oh, oh! i made you french toast!”
bryan pauses. “...i do like french toast.”
the two giggle together, and jon helps bryan out of bed. “thank you,” bryan whispers, and jon smiles.
“you're welcome, dear.”