Why Don't We Preferences

When you can't sleep

Jonah Marais:

You groaned beyond frustrated with yourself.  You glanced at the clock on the wall, glaring at it as it read, 3:21 AM.  Another sleepless night for you and you didn't know why.  So here you were, sitting on the couch in the living room instead of in bed with your boyfriend, Jonah.  "Uh, Cutie what are you doing up so late?" Jonah asked, tiredly rubbing his eyes.  

"Sorry Bear, I couldn't sleep.  What're you doing up though?" you replied, standing up and walking over to him.  

"Figured you went to get water," he slurred a bit, not fully awake.  "Come back to bed," he gently tugged your arm back upstairs.  Jonah leaned against the headboard, pulling you next to him.  He leaned over and grabbed Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.  He turned on the lamp and began reading the first chapter to you.  The more he read, the heavier your eyelids felt.  

"Thanks Bear," you murmured, falling asleep.  Jonah smiled and placed a soft kiss on your head.  He put the book down and turned off the lamp, lying next to you.  

"Goodnight Cutie," Jonah whispered, closing his eyes and drifting off.  

Daniel Seavey: 

You narrowed your eyes at the small bowl of cereal.  You couldn't sleep and started to feel hungry, so you poured yourself a small bowl of cereal.  As soon as you took a bite, you weren't hungry anymore.  You finished the bowl grudgingly and placed it in the sink to be washed tomorrow.  "Oh Y/N, why do you have dark circles under your eyes?  Hm, maybe because I can't sleep at night," you muttered to yourself.  

"Really, I thought it was just because you wanted to look like a raccoon," Daniel jested, leaning in the doorway leading to the kitchen.  "Whatcha doing up Beautiful?" he asked, pushing off the wall and sauntering over to you.  

"I can't sleep and I felt peckish," you responded, frowning.  Daniel sat down on the counter, swinging his legs from side to side.  

"Wanna try?  I'll try to help you sleep," he suggested.  "It's like four in the morning."

"Correction, it's only 2:19," you chuckled, following him up to your room.  He climbed under the covers, wrapping an arm around your waist loosely.  

"Slow down, girl, you've been runnin' round in circles with my heart inside your hand, don't drop it.  Slow down, girl, going eighty with no safety, have to meet her, goin' crazy, no stoppin'.  Hold my heart, hold it tight, it's fallin'.  Don't let go, hold it close, I'm all in.  If my heart grows old, if my heart grows cold, though my heart breaks slow, that's what it's made for," he sang softly.  "And if my heart grows old, if my heart grows cold, though my heart breaks slow, that's what it's made for."  He paused to notice that your breathing evened out, telling him that you fell asleep.  "Love you," he kissed the shell of your ear, closing his eyes.  

Corbyn Besson:

You sat up in your bed, glaring at the wall with your arms crossed over your chest.  Corbyn stirred besides you, tearing your glare away from the wall to gaze at him.  Corbyn rolled away from you, clutching a pillow and rolling off the bed on accident.  Your jaw dropped as you slid off to check on him.  "Ow," he groaned, sitting up and rubbing his arm.  

"Are you okay?" you asked attentively.  He nodded in the dark.  

"Didn't wake you up, did I?" he asked, getting on the bed again.  

"Nah Bean, I've been up for a while," you shook your head.  

"Can't sleep huh," he said more than asked.  You sighed in response.  "C'mon, I wanna try something," he grabbed your hand and led you downstairs to the kitchen.  

"Why...?" you asked, sitting on a stool.  He poured some milk into a mug and placed it into the microwave.  

"This worked for me all the time, if it doesn't work out for you, we'll try something different," he shrugged, leaning against the counter.  He took the milk out and stirred it with a spoon, repeating the process until he saw steam rising.  He placed it in front of you, pulling another stool for himself.  "So, how's the milk?" he asked as you sipped it.  

"It's good," you smiled, feeling a bit more drowsy with every little sip.  "Thank you so much."

"I guess it's a good thing I fell out of bed," he joshed, smiling dreamily.  

"What?" you asked, catching his dazed expression.  

"Nothing, just wondering how I ever got so lucky," he responded.  

"Hm, that makes two of us."  By the time you finished the milk, you were ready for bed.  "Carry me?" you asked.  Corbyn smiled and picked you up bridal style.  He set you down on the bed, circling around to his side and flopping on the mattress.  He spooned you.  

"Night Baby," he whispered.  

"Night Bean."  

Jack Avery:

You sat up, your back to the headboard, earphones playing music in your ears.  This is the second night in a row you stayed up.  Jack sat up, expecting you to be asleep.  "What're you doing up?" he asked.  You shrugged.  

"Well one, I love the night and two... I can't sleep," you replied, playing with the cord.  

"I'll be right back, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom," he slipped out of the room, leaving you with your music.  He returned, climbing in bed and under the covers.  You rested your head on his shoulder, his hand resting on your hip.  

"Give your iPod a rest, yeah?" he advised.  You charged your iPod and unplugged the earphones, placing them on the nightstand.  "You're such a night owl," he smiled.  

"Yeah," you agreed.  He brought his other hand up and ran it through your hair, humming a random song quietly.  "Feels s' good," you mumbled, eyes closed.  Jack smiled, massaging your scalp lightly.  "You're too good for me sometimes Jack," you murmured.  

"Feeling's mutual Babygirl.  I love you so damn, much, you know that?" he replied.  

"Love you too," you fell asleep under his administrations.  He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, inhaling your sweet scent and drifting off to sleep.  

Zach Herron:  

You stared at your sleeping boyfriend, partially jealous at how easy he fell asleep.  Falling asleep had always been a challenge for you.  You were still kind of scared of the dark.  You could sleep without a light, it would just take a very long time.  You didn't believe in monsters or things like that, the dark just made you feel really lonely.  With a heavy sigh, you shook Zach's shoulder.  "Hm, Princess?" he groggily queried.  

"Zach, I can't sleep," you whispered.  Zach sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.  

"Nightmare?" he inquired.  

"No... I'm not a big fan of the dark," you admitted shyly.

"Lie on your stomach," he directed, pushing the blankets in a corner of the bed.  You looked at him weirdly, but listened.  

"What're you doing?" you asked.  

"Sh, just relax Princess," he whispered.  His hands massaged every part of your back.  You hummed in comfort as he rubbed the soreness away.  

"Sorry you have to do this," you murmured.  

"Princess, it's nothing, don't apologize, I want to do this for you," Zach chided lightly, massaging your shoulders.  You felt like putty in his hands and it was great.  You felt so much better.  "Feeling good?" Zach asked.  You hummed in response.  When he was done, he pulled the blanket over you and waited until you were asleep, before chasing sleep himself.  

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