"I can’t breathe!" + stydia
“Stiles, what are you doing?” She asks looking at her boyfriend with worried eyes. It was the middle of the night and she was having the most peaceful dream she had in a long time. Lydia loved spending the nights at Stiles house, feeling a lot more comfortable there than at home.
She was the one that usually slept first, but this time it was Stiles. He had been so tired the past few days trying to figure it out his college stuff that, without him noticing, he had gone sleepless for two days.
As soon as Lydia found out she made him stop doing whatever he was doing and join her in his bed. His body was all tensed and she could tell his mind was working as fast as it could.
Getting him to sleep was a huge challenge. Stiles always was a horrible sleeper but even since he was possessed by the nogitsune, all his little sleep was cut in half. Eventually, he did fell asleep in her arms. His face relaxed and his eyes moving, showing that he was having a dream.
Lydia hoped it was a good one.
Hours later, when both of them were snuggled in his bed, without her noticing, Stiles woke up and left the room without waking her up. Until she heard a loud noise coming from downstairs.
Waking up alone in his room was now frightening for her. Every time it happened, she had to make sure she still knew who he was.
Hazel eyes, dark hair.
The noise became louder and it was enough to make Lydia get out of bed and run downstairs to see what was happening. Her phone was already on her hand, in case she needed to call Scott or Malia for help.
Fortunately there was no supernatural creature in his living room to haunt them.
Unfortunately, Stiles was the one that looked haunted.
On his knees, he was taking everything off the coffee table, looking for something. Magazines, books and two glasses - now broken - were on the floor and more objects were joining them. He didn’t seem to notice her, moving his hands desperately still looking for something.
“Stiles” She tried again and this time, he looked at her. Lydia gasped looking at her boyfriend’s face. His breath was sharp and fast, his face frightened and was wet, like he was crying.
He was having a panic attack.
“I can’t breathe!” He put his hand on his chest, barely getting the words out of his mouth. “I can’t… Lydia.” Her name came out on a cry for help.
She quickly got down on her knees next to him and cupped his face on her hands, just like she did before, so many moons ago. He looked just as helpless as before and it took all her strength to not cry in front of him.
“Everything’s okay…” Her voice was soft. “You’re safe. I’m safe. Scott and Malia are safe…” Her fingers were caressing his cheeks slowly and Stiles seemed to start have some control over his breath. “You’re here with me.”
He nodded and Lydia came closer, touching her forehead with his. His hands touched her arms, as if he needed to feel her to know this was real. To know if she was really safe.
After a few minutes, his breath became regular. His body was still shivering and they were still in the same position as before. Stiles looked even more tired than before and it didn’t take long for him to start to cry.
“I’m sorry” He whispered against her shoulder as her hands found his hair. “I thought they were coming… I didn’t want them to take you.”
Lydia closed her eyes, no longer able to control the tears rolling down her face. This supernatural stuff was too much for her sometimes. Finding dead bodies and fighting off some villain was one thing.
Seeing Stiles break down in front of her was another.