Teen Wolf Imagines and Preferences

One Of You Has A Nightmare

Scott:
Scotts POV

I woke up as soon as I noticed her warmth was gone, not even opening my eyes I continued to feel around for her body but when I couldn't find her I instantly sat up. In the dark I couldn't see a thing
so I listened for her heartbeat but as soon as I heard her heartbeat in panic mode I instantly put on my wolf eyes in a desperate attempt to find her. I saw her fragile body curled up in a ball shaking so I instantly got to her side and wrapped my self around her sliding my arm across her torso and gently playing with her hair. When I realized she wasn't calming I had to try and wake her, gently I shook her and whispered her name in her ear trying not to scare her even more. Eventually when she woke she instantly turned around and flung herself onto me, gripping onto my torso. I didn't mind though. I never made her speak about her dream I just held her back and whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

Stiles:
Your POV

"No," you muttered feeling desperation fill your nerves causing your breathing to hitch again. "No," you repeated, as if it was the only word your lips knew how to form. Your muscles spasmed slightly as you gasped for breath. Only terror ran through your mind as you stayed there helpless. Then at last you awoke in a sudden jolt, finally allowing fresh oxygen into your body. The sensation caused you to scream and slam your limbs into anything that came near you. You had no idea how long you were in that state but you were only dragged out of it when you realized who you were hitting. At last you calmed and allowed Stiles to hold you as you quivered in his grasp. "I'm here now," his voice was shaky, yet reassuring, "You're safe with me." It was true. He may be a goof but he did really keep you safe, and you always felt it with him.

Isaac:
Your POV

You were woken up by the desperate tapping on your window. You instantly got out knowing it would be Isaac and by the desperate knocks you were guessing it was a nightmare. You'd grown rather accustomed to Isaac's sleeping issues and you were always glad to help him. He was drenched from head to toe, his curly locks dripping but perfectly disusing his tears. You instantly opened the window and allowed him to collapse onto you - not even caring about the water. You held him close, with his head buried into your neck and one of your hands playing with his hair. After a while you removed him from you and took off his shirt, gave him some spare sweats and chucked him a towel. He smiled weakly at you and dried himself whilst you changed out of your now soaking shirt. After you'd both changed you both curled up in your bed, you stayed awake all night watching Isaac sleep, making sure he slept well.