Teen Wolf Preferences

You Can't Sleep (M + Isaac)

Scott:
Scott wasn’t sure where you’d gone. Usually, you replied when he texted you goodnight, but when you didn’t, it worried him. He’d call, and most of the time that was when you picked up to tell him you were showering or doing homework, but when you didn’t, he’d try again, only to end up going out to find you. After everything you’d gone through, you couldn’t blame him for being worried, but your phone had died and you needed an escape. So, naturally, you ended up at the local library. You had connections with some of the librarians, and had been invited to basically break in whenever you liked, and Scott knew that. After checking to make sure you weren’t home or at Lydia’s, Scott would find you in the mystery aisles of the library, sitting in the middle of what seemed like millions of books. Sighing inaudibly, he’d make his way to you, sitting just close enough for your knees to bump each other until around four in the morning when you both accepted that being found knocked out in the middle of a public library on a Friday morning probably wasn’t the best idea and headed home. And not once did Scott question your reasons for the all-nighter.

Stiles: 
Whenever your thoughts wouldn’t let you sleep, contacting Stiles was the first thing you did. It was common for him to be having the same problem, so it didn’t phase you when he didn’t respond immediately. Your boyfriend had woken you up plenty of times before, so you had no mercy when it came to disturbing his slumber. You texted him sarcastically a couple of times before he replied, asking if you wanted to meet him somewhere. Of course, you suggested the closest fast food restaurant to you, and within an hour the two of you were sitting in an otherwise empty place eating greasy burgers in your pajamas. It was as simply as that with Stiles. As soon as he found out you needed him, he was on his way, something you were endlessly grateful for.

Derek: 
When you couldn’t sleep, there was only one thing you could do—paint. This time, your excuse was that you wanted to put the finishing touches on your project that was due in two days, but Derek wasn’t having it.

“I told you to wake me up when this happens, Y/N,” he scolded. Scratching a spot on your head, you shrugged a little.

“I’m alright,” you claimed. “I just wanted to finish this. A few more little things to blend and I’ll be done.” You caught sight of your boyfriend’s doubtful expression before sighing and turning back to your work.

“I would’ve woken you if I needed you. You know that.” He made his way over to you silently, wrapping his arms around you as you mixed shades to match each other on the canvas. “I wish you would need me more,” he muttered into your shoulder honestly.

“Says the werewolf who doesn’t tell anyone anything about his feelings.”

“Come on. You’re coming back to bed with me so we can have a ‘13-year-old girls’ themed slumber party and talk about our feelings.” You rolled your eyes, but you also put down your brush and followed him back to bed.

Isaac: 
“Mm,” Isaac groaned as he patted the empty space in the bed beside him. When he concluded that you were no longer curled up in the blankets beside him, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, finally spotting your body at the end of the bed, on your laptop. As soon as he glanced at the screen, he knew you were translating more of the bestiary.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Not even bothering to look up at him, you continued to type.

“Trying to get this done.”

“Babe,” Isaac called. “It’s 3:30 in the morning. You need sleep.”

Shaking your head, you slammed the computer shut and pushed it off the bed. “I can’t! Isaac, I can’t.” The boy was taken aback by your sudden outburst, but crawled next to you nonetheless.

“You can’t what, baby?” Tears began producing from your widened eyes, and your fingers tugged at the tousled hair covering your head.

“I can’t anything. I can’t translate this stupid fucking book, I can’t figure out what the hell is killing everyone in this ridiculous town, I can’t sleep, I can’t—” Isaac, having heard enough, pulled your body into his chest, smoothing a hand over your body and rubbing your back.

“Shh,” he murmured. “It’s okay, Y/N. It’s alright.” These small comforting statements flowed from his mouth for what seemed like hours before he held you out at arms length to make you look at him.

“Hey,” he said, lifting your head with a finger when you wouldn’t meet his gaze. “Look at me. We’re gonna be okay. You know that, right? I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

You nodded sullenly, letting out a deep breath. “Do you wanna sleep?” Nodding again, you both made your way back to your pillows and crawled under the covers. You fell asleep almost immediately, but Isaac stayed away for a few more hours, keeping his promise to protect you, this time from your own insomnia.