Dylan O'Brien and Characters Imagines

Stiles - He Has a Nightmare

You were peacefully asleep in Stiles' bed when you were awoken by a kick to your leg. You groaned to yourself and moved over so you were facing away from Stiles. From behind you, you heard Stiles and groaned, and felt the bed move. Slowly opening your eyes, you tiredly tried to look at him in the midst of the darkness in the room. You heard him start to pant, and mumble in-coherent words to himself. He twitched every third second and you could tell something was making him uncomfortable, he was having a nightmare of some sort. 

You gently put your arms on his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up, but to no success. 

"Stiles," you cooed, hoping that would wake him up. It didn't. His panting got harder, and he was lightly thrashing his head around. 

"Stiles." You spoke more urgently this time, pushing his shoulder harsher. Out of nowhere, he rises and lets out a terrified yell. You were shocked, you quickly moved back in the bed and widened your eyes, letting out a little scream yourself from his sudden actions. 

"Stiles!" You shouted over him, putting your hand on his arm and tugging on it. "Stiles! Look! I'm here!" You shouted, trying to calm him down. He was panting so hard, you would have guessed he could barely breath. 

His face held a petrified expression, whatever he was dreaming about had obviously alarmingly scared him. 

He reached out for your hand on his arm urgently and held on tightly to it. You moved forward slightly so you were looking at his face. You could see tears running down his cheeks, his eyes puffy and red. 

"Hey, hey, shh..." you solaced, taking your other hand and rubbing his other arm up and down in an attempt to reassure him. His breaths were still short and rapid, and you tried to help him control it. 

"Babe, slow down your breathing." You said, but you weren't sure if he could hear anything you were saying - he wasn't even looking at you, he was too busy letting his eyes roam anxiously around the room, as if he were scared something was going to come out at him. You took his face in your hands and made him look at you. 

"Listen to me." You spoke directly, and he nodded. "Slow down your breathing, okay?" You asked and he squinted, as if in deep focus. You could tell he was struggling, and he put his hands down on the bed to support himself. 

"I-I can't," he gasped.

"Yes you can, sweetheart." You furrowed your eyebrows in sadness, seeing him like this nearly broke you. "Follow my breathing, yeah?" He nodded and tried to replicate your breathing pattern. He slowly got his breathing back, but the tears didn't stop. You shooshed him gently and wiped away his tears from his cheeks. 

"What happened?" You asked softly, not wanting to push him. He took your hands from his face and held them tightly, rubbing them soothingly to comfort himself. 

"I just... I-I had a bad dream." You nodded, and urged him to continue. "It was about the nogitsune. He was coming back." You licked your lips and sadness pooled in your eyes. Your heart shattered thinking about how scared Stiles must be right now, and you just wanted to take away all his pain and fear. 

"He's not coming back, baby. You know that." You rubbed his back soothingly and he nodded. 

"I know. It's just, the thought never leaves. It's like, even though he's not here, he's still constantly in the back of my mind." Your eyes started to tear and you nodded, thats all you could do. 

"I'm so sorry." You let a tear out and confusion controlled his features. 

"Sorry? Wha...What are you sorry for?" 

"Just, everything you've gone through. You don't deserve any of it and I'm sorry you had to go through it." You explained, a few single tears rolling down your cheeks. You pulled Stiles into a hug and tangled your fingers into the nape of his neck. His hands went around your back and held you tightly, both of you needing each other. 

"Do you wanna stay up or try and go back to sleep?" You whispered into his shoulder. 

"Let's try and go back to sleep." You nodded and the both of you fell back down onto your pillows and drifted back to sleep, facing each other and holding onto each other tightly.