Summary: Reader has night terrors that they struggle to calm from after waking. Steven, who is in an established relationship with y/n, does what he can to ease the pain.
Content Warning: Nightmares, mentions of trauma, lots of fluff, poorly written British dialect (Maybe not G-rated but generally pretty mild)
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It was the first time that Steven had heard you wake up screaming. He knew about your nightmares, but since you had started dating, you had always felt safe enough falling asleep by his side to keep the night terrors at bay. This morning was different.
You hadn't exactly gone to bed angry, but an argument with Steven last night had resulted in a silent agreement for him to sleep on the couch. Neither of you were particularly mad when you turned in for the night, but the disagreement had left an awkwardness that made you unable to look Steven in the eye. You had missed his familiar warmth as you drifted out of consciousness, alone in your normally shared bed, but you'd reminded yourself that you'd been sleeping alone your whole life before Steven came along. Still, his absence left an empty hole in your subconscious, and for the first time in months, you had experienced a night terror capable of shaking your mind and body for the whole day.
Your shrieking didn't even register in your ears until you had run out of breath. As soon as you realized that you were awake, Steven was bursting through your bedroom door, scrambling to find the light switch as the sun hadn't risen far enough to illuminate your room.
"My god, what is it?" he said breathlessly, reaching out to cup your face in his hand. He surveyed the room for potential threats and searched your body for any indication of an injury. You avoided his gaze, ashamed that you had woken him at such an ungodly hour, but still shaken from the fresh horrors that had held you captive in your slumber. It took Steven all of two seconds to put the pieces together in his mind-being the crazy smart man that he is-and he let out a rough sigh as he gingerly crawled under the sheets beside you. "Oh, love. It's alright. It was just a bad dream."
