Request - Drabble Stiles Stilinski

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"No! No! Please, No!" Stiles' voice echoed through his room. His entire body was covered in sweat and he had thrown the blanket and his pillows on the floor next to the bed.

A few weeks ago you had panicked, but since then it had been happening night after night. You weren't even surprised anymore. You just turned around and placed your hand on Stiles' chest. "Wake up, Stiles..." You rubbed his chest and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Wake up, superhero, it's just a bad dream."

After a couple of seconds he finally opened his eyes. They were filled with tears and for a moment he looked around as if he wasn't even sure he was awake.

"What were you dreaming about?" You leaned on your side and you watched how Stiles sat up and started to gather the blanket and pillows.

"Something..." Stiles didn't really answer and eventually he laid down again.

You could stil feel the heat coming off of his body and you sighed. "Stiles..." You shook your head and you swallowed. "We really have to find a way to do something about this." You spoke softly. The last thing you wanted was waking the Sheriff up again, like a couple of days ago.

"Don't you think I know that? I just don't know where to start!" Stiles raised his voice and you placed your finger on his lips.

"I know, but we'll find a way, okay? There has to be something we can do to make this stop." You pressed a soft kiss on his cheek and Stiles looked up at you.

A smile spread across his face and he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "The only one who can make this stop is me." He kissed your lips and you sighed.

"There has to be something I can do." You sighed and you kissed him back.

"Yes, can you please just hold me?" Stiles looked at you and you smiled back at him while you nodded.

"Of course I can do that." You laid down next to Stiles and you wrapped your arms around him. "Sleep well, Batman."  

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