Nightmares, Nightmares and more Nightmares. They haunted him like the plague every single night. Stiles woke up with a small gasp, his eyes wide and frantic. He quickly searched the space beside him in his bed for you, and his breathing was short and quick, coming out in a small panic

Immediately, his fingers curled around the fabric of your shirt. He shuffled himself closer to you, wanting to breathe in your scent. Anything to calm him down from the terrible nightmare he just experienced. You being there alone was enough to calm his racing heart down.