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deserving [stiles stilinski]

Y/N was, by definition, tossing and turning. Desperate to find a comfortable position amongst her messy bedsheets, she sighed. No matter how hard she tried, her brain didn't seem to want to shut down. Constant thoughts whirred around her mind, each new worry and thought tripping and tangling over each other as they fought for a spot in the vibrant jungle of her tired head. 

Y/N finally relented as her brain refused to quieten down and let her fall into the gentle clutches of sleep. All hopes of falling into any form of slumber disappeared further as her phone buzzed with the prospects of an incoming call. Forcing her bleary eyes to adjust to the sudden light from the screen, Y/N swiped the green symbol. "Hello?" Her voice sounded pretty rough, probably similar to how she felt. 

"..Stiles?" A sharp inhale sounded from the phone, followed quickly by a shaky exhale. "Yeah, Y/N, it's me." Stiles confirmed, his voice a little croaky and rough. He sniffed sadly, a sound that of one a person would make if they were either trying not to cry-or already were. "Are you okay?" Y/N quickly asked, unable to hide the concern in her voice. There was a silence, one that automatically made her feel nervous. 

"I uh..I can't sleep." Stiles said slowly. "Are you in the jeep right now?" Y/N said instantly, a soft smile crossing her features. "..How did you know?" He questioned. 

She chucked lightly, "I know you too well Stilinski. Do you want me to come with you?" Her boyfriend sighed in relief. "Really? I mean, like, are you sure? Cause I don't wanna disturb you, you know.. Sleeping." He rambled. 

"I can't sleep either, so it's all good." She responded, already shoving on her converse and hastily tying the laces. "See you in a bit." Y/N added, warily listening to the silence on the line. "Oh yeah-uh, see you." Her boyfriend seemed incredibly distant, she noticed, and her goal was to find out what was going on with him. 

Heading out into the night in her pajama shirt and shorts, her eyes darted around for Stiles' jeep. The brisk weather was apparent as the wind sent a chill down her spine. Her bare legs were cold, going down the path of becoming mottled. Running towards the familiar blue vehicle, she allowed a smile to break out on her face. 

Y/N opened the side door, shutting it behind her as she climbed onto the passengers seat. The consistent, quiet beat of Stiles tapping his fingers against the steering wheel felt familiar and comforting, although Y/N still felt on edge, as if an avalanche of hurt was about to hit her. 

Stiles?" She said finally, interrupting the boy's manic train of thought. "Oh god, sorry." He said quickly, blinking rapidly. "Stiles." He didn't seem to notice, continuing on rambling. "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have w-woken you up-" Y/N placed a hand over his left one that gripped the steering wheel, and locked eyes with him. "Stiles. Are you okay?" His brown eyes finally focused. He licked his lips nervously, clenching his fists. "No." Y/N's heart dropped for the boy who seemed to have a sadness clouded over him. "I keep having these, these nightmares." His movements became more rapid, his anxious hastiness preventing him from keeping still. Y/N leaned over and held both his hands, running her thumbs over the back of them. 

"It's like a dream within a dream. They're terrifying, I-I usually wake up screaming. It's like..I feel like such a burden." Y/N squeezed his hands supportively, shaking her head. "Stiles, you are not a burden." She said firmly. 

"I, uh, I can't read either. And the irritability? that's at an all time high." Stiles continued, a slight bitter smile on his face. "I'm finding it really hard to sleep, and when I do? It's the nightmares." Y/N didn't respond, instead cupping his face in her hands. His usually bright eyes were bloodshot and dulled, impossibly dark circles underneath them. His skin, naturally pale anyway, was almost pure white. In retrospect, he looked exhausted. 

"Stiles, listen. You're-we're, gonna get through this. Together. Whatever's happening to you right now, you're not alone. You're not a burden, you're not a problem. I love you. I love you, Stiles, and I don't care how many times I have to say it to get it through to you." When Y/N paused to witness his reaction, she was surprised to see tears springing in his eyes. His lower lips trembled slightly, the tears running down his face. 

"What did I do to deserve you?" He questioned, his voice thick with tears. Y/N's cheeks flushed. "I could ask you the same question." Stiles pulled her into a tight embrace. They remained in that position for a while, holding each other and not exchanging another word the whole time. Just that moment spoke a thousand words between them.