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INSOMNIA MEME ASSEMBLE.

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It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?

i n s t r u c t i o n s

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01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

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Stiles knew that Isaac struggled to sleep on the best of nights, even when he was staying over. It was understandable, considering what the kid had been through, really. Stiles didn't always sleep well after the events with the Kanima, if he had to be honest; all the extra energy just wound him up like a toy, but never really slid away, despite whatever he tried.

So yeah, he got why Isaac didn't always sleep well. Usually, Stiles would just crash out next to him, but tonight, he was struggling to stay up with him, head nodding slightly to the side as he pushed himself up agains the headboard.

Well, at least there wasn't school tomorrow.

"Want to play video games? Watch a movie? Or just...chill." He didn't care what they did, just whatever Isaac wanted to do to take his mind off things.

Isaac couldn't remember exactly when he'd noticed that he didn't sleep, but it had been happening for as long as he could remember. Some nights, when he was with Stiles, he found it easier to sleep, the scent of mate and home surrounding him. And other nights, he just got so exhausted that eventually he crashed out, though it was more like passing out than actual sleep.

But then other nights, most nights, ones like tonight, sleep just refused to come to him.

And so he had propped himself up against the headboard, Stiles tucked against his shoulder and a hand running up and down the boy's bare arm. "You don't have to stay awake, you know? You can sleep. I don't mind." He pressed a soft kiss to Stiles' temple. "But if you want to stay up, talking is good."

"Hey, I'm a teenager, right? So I'm supposed to thrive on all-nighters." Stiles smirked. "Or something like that." He had actually taken a nap earlier in the day, so he as pretty sure he wouldn't crash for a little while.

At least, hopefully. He had once, tried to stay up, and ended up falling asleep mid sentence apparently (and maybe drooled on Isaac a bit), but hey, this time he was determined to win the battle.

Shifting slightly, he nuzzled up to Isaac's side, looking up at him. "Anything in particular keeping you up tonight?"

"I don't thin staying up with your insomniac mate counts." He grins again, peppering small kisses over his face. "But I like the idea of not being up alone."

Isaac didn't hold a lot of hope that Stiles would make all night, but the fact that he was trying was enough for him.

He tightens his hold on his mate, pulling him closer. "I don't know. I usually don't. I just... can't sleep. It's weird. I used to think it was because I was scared. Y'know, of my dad? But... It started before that. Before he... Just, before."

"I think it does." Stiles laughed at the kisses, moving to provide a few of his own before curling an arm around Isaac's waist. "Well, even if I'm not around, you aren't alone. You should know that." He would try to be there for Isaac, no matter what. It was the least he could do.

"...what about before your brother?" He wondered if that was when everything fell apart--when his brother died.

"I do know that. I know that I always have you. I know you'll always be here." Isaac offers a smile, closing his eyes as he leaned in to kiss Stiles properly, nipping at his bottom lip. He liked this; Stiles curled against Him an his mate's smell all around him. It was soothing, comforting and he often felt rested even if he didn't sleep.

"Honestly, I don't know when it started, it's just sort of always been, you know? Like, it's a part of me."

"...Good." Stiles would try to be, anyways. He wanted to be wanted...by someone he wanted back. It was strange, looking back over the whole thing...he couldn't imagine being with Lydia now. He kissed him back, letting it linger for a few moments before settling back against him; stiles didn't want to get too comfortable, though. That would lead to him passing out much too soon.

"...yeah. Like my hyperactivity." Stiles snorted, giving a wry grin. "But we'll grow out of it eventually." Hopefully--he didn't want to always be a ball of nerves, and he didn't want Isaac to be a nocturnal creature.

Isaac continued to run his fingers over Stiles' ribs, nose tucked into his mate's hair and holds him close, just breathing him in. "I love you." He presses a kiss to the lobe of his ear.

"I hope you're right. I don't want to be keeping you up for the rest of our lives." It wasn't something they'd discussed, but Stiles was smart, he'd researched and spoken to Derek and he knew that Isaac was in this for life.

"Mmm...you better." Stiles chuckled, scruncthing up his nose. "Mmm...tickles."

Making a small non-commital noise at Isaac's comments, he nodded. Sometimes it freaked him out, a bit, to know that he had randomly fallen into this, but really...those times were few and far between. His dad had met his mother in high school, and he had planned on sticking with Lydia for life (had she ever given him attention)...so this? Wasn't that far fetched. When Stiles committed, it was for the long haul. "Well if it keeps up, I'll just make you sleep on the couch."

Isaac pressed his nose to the end of Stiles'. "You know I do." And then he licked it, chuckling softly.

It was a big deal when you were 16 to know that the person you were in love with would be the only person you ever loved that way. There were occasions when even Isaac had momentary freak outs. But then he would see Stiles and everything felt better, safer and more like home and he no longer worried. Stiles, being human, didn't have the same instincts and sometimes Isaac wished the boy could be a wolf, even just for a day, just to experience those feelings. "What? Won't there be a spare room with a bed?"

Stiles snorted, ruffling Isaac's hair a bit. And the boy wondered why he sometimes made dog jokes. Such a pentchant for licking and pets--not that he minded, of course.

Thing was, Stiles was content on being just human. It sucked, and yeah, sometimes he broke, and he became frustrated, and hated just being 'normal'...but he didn't want it. Not now, and maybe not ever. Besides, there was no telling he'd even survive. Not that he wasn't a badass, but something told Stiles he was just too human for it.

"Oh I'm sure there is, but I'd rather the couch for dramatic effect." Stiles laughed, giving a wide grin. "Or maybe we could get you a literal doghouse."

Isaac actually shakes his head then, trying to dislodge Stiles' hand from his hair, nose scrunching.

Isaac had no problem with Stiles remaining human. All he, and his wolf, wanted was fir Stiles to be happy, and both sides of him knew that he wouldn't be if he were forced to take the bite.

That wasn't to say that Isaac didn't want to discuss what they would do given a life or death situation. But that was a conversation for another time. "Would you really put me in an actual kennel? Really? That kinda hurts Stilinski."

"Not a kennel, a dog house. You know, one of those cute little red ones that snoopy had." Stiles laughed a bit harder, before pressing his lips to Isaac's shoulder. "I could always get you a pretty red collar, too." So he was being silly, but he enjoyed gently teasing the other teen--it wasn't like Isaac didn't get his own barbs in occasionally.

"You're a horrible person." But he's working hard to keep the grin off his face as he kisses the back of Stiles' neck. "I am not wearing a collar. Forget it. Get the idea out of your head."

"I am not." He sighed, shifting to give Isaac more neck to work with. "Aww...thats no fun." He tilted his head slightly, quirking an eyebrow up at Isaac. "I could always wear one, you know."

"You just threatened to buy your mate a kennel. Sorry, dog house." He kisses a trail down Stiles' neck, licking back up again and moving around to mouth at his jaw, pressing little biting kisses to the soft skin. "Now that's an idea I could get behind."

"Only if you were being a troublemaker." Stiles let out a soft moan, letting his eyes slide closed. "Not much I can do if you end up pissing me off, really." Well a severe verbal takedown would work, but Stiles didn't want to get that angry at Isaac, ever. Though it was bound to happen at some point.

"...oh you like that, huh? Good for that possessive streak in you?"

"Please tell me you see the irony in that statement?" He nuzzles his nose against the close cropped hair, still trailing kisses wherever he can reach. "You could verbal diarrhea at me." His tone is light. Stiles isn't the only one who never wants to have that fight.

"Think you look better with my marks all over you. Particularly here." He presses to a spot high up on Stiles' neck.

"...no?" Stiles smirked, tightening his arm around Isaac's waist as he pulled in closer, turning so he could press a few kisses of his own against the other boy's jawline.

"Mmm...the ones that my dad gets all flushed about and tries to pretend not to notice?" He didn't mind the marks, really--but having the school know his entire sexual escapades was definitely something he was still getting used to.

"Liar." Isaac tips his head to the side, giving Stiles more access to his throat. He chuckles, nodding his head. "Yeah. Those ones." Stiles may just be getting used to them, but Isaac loved knowing that everyone knew Stiles was taken, liked it even more that people had figured out who was putting them there.

ooc: off to shower! brb!

"Mmm..." Stiles had actually had a very embarassing talk with his dad about abuse, and if Isaac was commiting it (because well, some of them bruised badly), because 'children of abusers can become abusers', but Stiles managed to assure his father that it was pretty far from the case, and in the most flustered manner possible, said he liked what they did.

"Shame they don't stay on you." Stiles wished for just once they wouldn't disappear within an hour.

Isaac had been appalled when Stiles had mentioned that conversation. Not because his dad worried -that had made Isaac's wolf rumble happily, because it meant that Stiles' dad cared-. No, he'd been appalled that it had looked like abuse. His panic had been less than subtle after that, until Stiles managed to convince him that it was okay, that he liked it and Isaac just made sure to leave smaller marks when they were going to end up visible.

"Could always ask Derek if there's a way."Stiles wasn't the only one who wanted them to stick.

"Mm...I'm pretty sure that it would only work if he made them, or I decided to lace my teeth with wolfsbane." Neither was an option. He sighed dramatically. "I'll just have to be the one with all the marks."

Stiles yawned, shifting to straddle Isaac's lap, pulling him into a slow kiss. "Guess you're still not tired yet, huh?"

"Neither of those options sound all that appealing." Isaac's wolf bristled at the idea of Derek leaving marks on his skin instead of Stiles. The suggestion alone made him feel wrong and he shivered at the idea, a growl rumbling softly in his chest while he nuzzled closer to his mate.

At the question, he offers a small smile. "No, I'm tired. I just... Can't sleep." His hand slide up Stiles' back under his shirt, pulling him closer and kissing back, letting the human set the pace.

Isaac Lahey || Teen Wolf

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