Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Warnings: meantion of dread doctors
Word Count: 1932
Stiles had always associated nightmares with everything loud and noisy.
When he’d lost his mum, the screams, that had often followed his night terrors, had been loud enough to wake up his dad who was sleeping across the hall.
It had been the same when the Nogitsune was slowly taking over his mind and body.
Stiles’ nightmares always reminded him of storms, the pictures in his head clear as the lightning, illuminating the sky, his screams as loud as the thunder that came with with the storm. In the end he found himself in a brooding darkness.
But Nightmares could be quiet too.
Quiet and dark as the far depth of the ocean, where monsters could hide in the darkness and no sounds could make their way up.
So quiet, in fact, that you had been able to hide them from Stiles for months on end.
For the first 7 months of your relationship, Stiles’ hadn’t even known that the monsters, the pack had fought over time, were keeping you awake at night too. Where his screams laid all his fears open, you were keeping it all hidden inside of you.
But one can only take so much and one night, not too long ago, Stiles had found you sitting in the living room, silently bawling your eyes out at one of your especially nasty nightmares.
After that you hadn’t been able to hide even one more of your bad dreams from your boyfriend and while you couldn’t help, but felt guilty for keeping him awake so often, you were still glad that Stiles wasn’t leaving you alone with the dark pictures in your head.
You were cold… so god damn cold!
As you opened your eyes and tried to look down on yourself, you realized that you felt dizzy too. Everything in front of your eyes was swimming and you barely recognized the ripped top and the shorts you were wearing.
Your bare legs and arms were traced with goosebumps from the cold underground you were lying on and you couldn’t move your arms.
You finally realized that you were captured in a dark room and it frigthened you even more. Something was wrong.
Trying to call after your friends wasn’t helping either, because your tongue lay too heavy in your mouth and instead of yelling their names, it sounded more like you were drunk.
A sudden high-pitched ringing made you groan in pain, as you were unable to protect your ears with your hands.
Something about that noise was familiar and it made your heart beat twice as fast.
“We can’t let you go, (y/n). The experiment is not completed.”
The robotic voice made the blood in your veins freeze.
The dread doctors had captured you.
They slowly came closer, each step ringing louder and louder in your ears, and seemed to ignore your pleads for mercy.
You gasped at the sudden pain of a needle in your arm, as they reached the operation table.
They were injecting you more mercury and you could feel it in your under your skin. It was burning like fire.
As you coughed some of it back up, they all looked down on you and you knew they’d kill you.
The Dread Doctors were cold, they had already killed all of those kids before you, and you would end up just like them
Just one of their dirty, failed experiments.
As you finally woke from your nightmare, you could feel your heart hammering in your chest at the darkness in front of your eyes.
You gave yourself a few seconds to collect yourself again. It seemed like Stiles was still asleep, thankfully lying with his back to you, and you weren’t helping anybody with breaking into tears.
Just a dream, a scary dream that had happened at some point in your life, but still - only a dream. You could do this.
Burying your hands in your hair, you tried to get your fast breathing down to normal, which was an act on its own.
The pictures were still fresh in your mind, goosebumps still grazing your skin, but it had no use, you had to get out of your sweat-soaked shirt.
Pushing the blankets off of your body, you fastly got up from the bed and grabbed one of Stiles flannels from his chair, before entering his small bathroom.
You shoved the door close behind you and switched on the lights .
With the darkness, the monsters disappeared too and you felt yoursel relax even more. Just standing in the illuminated room made you feel saver again, probably because all you remembered from your visit in the dread doctor’s labour was the dark room they had hidden you in.
Heavy shadows were gracing the skin under your eyes and your hair looked tousled from pulling at it.
Your old self wouldn’t have recognized you, before the supernatural and death had entered your life.
Now it felt normal. You had changed and people just had to take a look into your eyes to see how broken you were.
With one fast movement you pulled your shirt off of you and sliped into the flannel. With shaking hands, it took you a while to get all the buttons closed but you eventually got it.
Untwisting the water tab, you held your hands under the water before splashing some of it into your face.
The cold water wasn’t doing much for your racing mind but you still enjoyed the cool feeling on your skin.
With closed eyes you fumbled for a towel to dry off your face.
As you put the towel back down, you had to hold back a scream at the dark shadow waiting for you in the door frame, clinging at the sink instead.
Stiles entered the room with a guilty look on his face.
“Shit, I’m sorry! Did I scare you? …(y/n)? Hey, are you ok?”
You looked back up into the mirror and found tears glistening in your eyes.
Too tired to hold back your pain any longer, you simply turned around and shook your head.
Within a second Stiles was in front of you, pulling you into his chest.
Your own sobs sounded ugly in your ears but you were too tired to actually care, instead you tried to listen to Stiles’ soft voice, telling you that it would be okay.
And with your face hidden in his shoulder, feeling his arms around you, his hand gently stroking your hair, you even started to believe him.
Living in a hell hole like Beacon Hills had always only brought you misery, but you would cope with it as long as you had Stiles by your side.
It took you a few minutes to calm down again and even after your crying had stopped, Stiles was still keeping you in his embrace, giving you the chance to calm your nerves completely.
“You want to lay down again?” his voice sounded understanding and made you want to hide in his arms forever.
Not trusting your voice, you slowly broke yourself away from Stiles’ chest and gave him a short nod of approval.
“Okay,” you enjoyed the feeling of his warm lips on your skin, as he bent down to give you a gentle kiss on your forehead “lets get you back into bed.”
Stiles held the door open for you but you froze at the sign infront of you.
You just couldn’t bring yourself to walk the short distance through the dark room, not after a dream like the one you had had.
Stiles looked over his shoulder back at you, once he realized you weren’t following his lead.
“Stiles… the light.”
The realization dawned in his eyes and it made him let go of your hand, before dissapearing in the dark room by himself.
With a simple click you were finally greetened by light and before you had the chance to leave the bathroom by yourself, Stiles was already back by your side, taking your hand in his.
He gently pulled you over to his bed and, once you had laid back down on the mattress, wrapped himself around you protectively.
“We can leave the light on if you want.”
“I’d like that.” your voice sounded faint but you knew that Stiles had heard you as he pulled your interlocked hands up to give you a kiss on the back of your hand.
“You want to talk about your dream?”
The Question coaxed a dry chuckle out of you. “Nothing I haven’t dreamt about yet. Just the good old Dread Doctors freaking me out in my dreams.”
“It’s okay, these freaks can’t hurt you anymore.” Stiles pulled you closer and gave you a gentle kiss on your temple. “They are gone and if they ever think about coming back I’m gonna be the one kicking their asses back into hell!”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Stiles, we are two humans in a pack full of supernatural creatures.”
“I’m serious! I wouldn’t let them capture you a second time. Not under my watch.”
“I’m just glad that you guys found me before they could turn me into on of their chimeras.”
“I wish they hadn’t caught you in the first place…”
You almost hadn’t heard your Boyfriend’s reply but you could only shake your head at his tone of voice.
“And I wish you’d finally stop blaming yourself for things that you can’t control in the first place.” You turned around and captured Stiles face in between your hands, searching for his eyes. “We live in a beacon for the supernatural. Stuff like that just happens and we don’t have to like it but it’s just the way things work in this town.”
At that, Stiles finally returned your stare and something new seemed to shine in his eyes. Suddenly his stare didn’t seem so sad anymore.
“Then promise me one thing.”
Another laughter escaped your lips, a honest one this time. “What idea did I give you this time.”
“If we ever get the chance to go somewhere else, will you take my hand and run with me?”
You wanted to laugh but could stop yourself as you realized that Stiles was serious. His whole face reminded you of that of a pleading puppy and it was unfair. How could you say no to that?
But if you were completely honest with yourself, you knew that you would follow him everywhere, just like he’d follow you.
And if it meant that one day you’d be able to get out of this hell of a town, was there really anything to think about?
Stiles’ skin felt warm under your touch, as you pulled him down into a kiss.
Responding with tender lips on yours and his hands roaming up your face, your skin started to get tingly at his touch.
You both took your time before seperating again.
Stiles laughed as he saw you holding up your pinky for him.
You had only ever used the pinky promise for silly things, but he also knew that not one of these silly promises between the two of you had ever been broken before, so he intertwined his pinky with yours and gave you a kiss on your finger.
“It’s a promise then.”
With one last kiss on his lips you turned back around and smiled when Stiles pulled you back into his chest.
“Good night, (y/n/n).”
Being held in his warm embrace maybe couldn’t make the nightmares dissapear, but it sure made life baerable.