Teen Wolf Imagines

Liam Imagine - No sleep for the restless

I can’t tell her. I just can’t. If I tell her, that’s admitting to…everything. That’s telling her that I haven’t slept right in days. That’s telling her that I’ve been worried sick. That’s telling her that everything she said about me was true. That’s telling her the truth, and I can’t do that. If I tell her the truth, she’ll run away from me, and I can’t handle that. Swallowing, I stare at myself in the mirror of my bathroom, blinking a few times and telling myself to stay away. She could not find out. 

A yawn escapes my lips while we’re studying in the library, and she glances at me, sighing. Her fingers reach for mine, and she tangles out fingers together, hands pressed so that I can feel her pulse. It makes whatever thoughts I’d had slip away, and I smile. 

"Liam, what’s wrong?" she whispers, and I shoot my gaze up. 

"Nothing, nothing at all. I’m just tired," I murmur.

It’s not a complete lie, but it’s not the entire truth either. I feel guilty for doing it, but I just can’t say it. So I yawn again, and she frowns. 

"Tonight I’m staying over at yours. You need to get some proper sleep, so there. Don’t even fight me on this Dunbar."

She releases my hand, moving away as she closes the book she was reading. I open my mouth to say something, but it’s too late, and she’s left me there. I yawn, dropping my head onto my book and falling asleep. 

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It’s sometime in the middle of the night that I wake up to Liam screaming. My heart races, and I jump up from my place on the couch, running into his room and seeing him thrashing about. Closing the door, I watch as his head snaps towards me, eyes yellow, fangs out and claws growing. I slowly walk towards him, keeping my hands low and voice at a quiet level. 

"Liam, baby, it’s just me. Look, see? It’s me. It’s (Y/N). I’m not going to hurt you, and you’re not going to hurt me," I whisper. 

His body isn’t reacting, and I move closer, watching as he suddenly whimpers, teeth and claws vanishing, eyes still glowing as he scrambles away from me. He throws his hands up, suddenly falling off the bed and heading to a corner of the room, the dark spot the only place in the entire room that was not accepting the light of the half moon. I move over to him, dropping to my knees and reaching a slow hand out. 

"Shh, it’s okay. Look at me Liam, listen to my heartbeat. I’m your anchor. I won’t hurt you, and you won’t hurt me. Please, please don’t push me away."

His eyes raise to me, and I watch as they switch back to their normal baby blue, making me smile. Cupping his cheek, I kiss his skin, hearing his breath evening out as he wraps his arms around me. I can’t help but feel like I need to know what was going on. Moving back a moment, I look at him closely. 

"What’s wrong Liam? What’s happening? You haven’t been sleeping right, and it’s scaring me," I say, stroking his cheek and under his eyes. 

He stares at me before sighing. His lips find the pulse in my wrist, and I watch him rest a moment before saying anything. 

"I’m having nightmares. Ones where you die over and over, no matter how hard I try to save you. They scare me, and I’ve never been able to sleep right because of them. I just…I can’t lose you," he whimpers. 

"And you won’t. I’m not going anywhere, and I need you to remember that. Now I’m going to sleep in this bed with you, and you’re going to sleep properly. I will not leave you and you will not have any nightmares. If you start to, feel for my heartbeat," I whisper. 

He stares at me a moment before nodding and heading back to bed. I climb in beside him, smiling and shaking my head. Just as we’re about to fall asleep, he clears his throat. 

"Wait, how did you know I was a werewolf? How weren’t you scared?" 

A laugh falls from my mouth, and I shake my head. “I hang out with Scott and Stiles way too much.”