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obisimpkenobi · 4 years

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Lost

Dan Torrance x Reader

Words: 1398

Note: This is probably one of the fluffiest things I’ve ever written

It's no secret that you were a bit ditsy and misplaced things constantly. Everyone who has gotten to know you found that out one way or another. Whether you misplaced your keys in your bag, or if you left your glasses at home. You were always missing something, even if you didn’t know it yet.

When you first met Dan Torrance he could immediately feel the slight chaotic energy you gave off. It was a surprise to him that you were good friends with Billy, especially since Billy seemed so put together. You were all working in Teeny Town when you went to grab something from your bag. You groaned loudly, not able to find what you were looking for.

“What's wrong?” asked Billy.

“I can’t find my chapstick.” You sighed, still rummaging around your bag.

“Check the little pocket on the left.” Dan offers.

You’re brows furrow, “I never put it there, why?”

“Just a feeling.” He answers.

You turn your bag to check the pocket, and sure enough your chapstick is in there. You look back up at Dan, surprise written across your face.

You look up at him, eyebrows furrowed “H-how?”

“Just a lucky guess.” He nervously chuckles.

You wave it off, still confused but continue to do what you were first doing.

A few months into your friendship you find out about his “abilities”. You were able to connect the dots with some past experiences with him after finding out. You were able to help him cope with a lot of what he was, and has gone through with the shining. He in turn was not only a good friend, but the ultimate finder of lost things.

He didn’t realize how much of a clutz you are with your things until you started dating. You would always be missing one little thing or another. He found it endearing whenever you would go up to him asking if he knew where it was. He was the first person you would go to when something was wrong, big or small. He loved that; he loved feeling needed.

He found it cute when you lost your glasses. You would squint at the slight change of your vision, frustrated at yourself for not putting them where they usually go. He loved seeing your face scrunch as you look around, smiling in adoration. He gets up and walks to the bathroom and opens the drawer to find your glasses in there. He grabs them and makes his way over towards you.

“Honey.” He catches his attention.

You turn towards him looking at his hazy figure. He opens up your glasses and slides them onto your face, kissing your nose in the process. Your eyes close at the intimate contact, and when you open them you see him smiling at you.

“You’re adorable.”

“Stop.” You shy away from him.

He chases you lips and kisses you one more time. You smile into it, holding the back of his neck to keep him close.

The next time you lose your sweater that Dan had gifted you for your birthday one year. Dan had come to pick you up for an evening out. When he opened the door he saw how you looked almost hectic.

“What’s wrong?” He asks as he walks in.

“Remember that sweater you gave me?” You question while looking under couch cushions, and under furniture.

“Of course what about it?”

“I can’t find it. I wanted to wear it and I can’t find it.” You explain.

He chuckles at how sad you are over a sweater. “Love,” he tries to get your attention but fails. He goes to grab your arms and turn you towards him. “Love, you left it at my place. I meant to bring it but I forgot.” He chuckles.

You look up at him, eyes a little glossy from the panic you felt. “I did?”

“Yes, it was hidden under the chair cushion. Love, it’s just a sweater no need to get upset about it.” He goes to hug you, and you bury your head into his chest.

“I know, but you gave it to me. It’s the thing I snuggle into, it’s special” You mumble into him.

He chuckles a little more before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, and sways you. You ended up ordering delivery that night, as he let you snuggle into him.

Danny had a surprise for you. He had told you to get dressed to accompany him on a stroll in the little town garden full of blossoming flowers. You got picked out a little sundress with your favorite type of flower printed onto it like polka dots. When you opened the door his breath was stolen for a moment. He looked at you and how the dress cut off at your soft thighs, and how the neckline was just low enough to tease him.

“Y-you look beautiful.” He stutters.

You smile bashfully, a blush forming on your cheeks as you look down. “Thanks, I see you dressed for the occasion as well.”

You reach up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek; His smile is wide, and as bright as the sun. He grabs your hand and pulls you out of your apartment, swinging your joined hands. You quickly lock the door and continue walking with a big smile plastered on your face.

The air is warm outside, the sun making everything glow with life. There was a gentle breeze blowing, making it a perfect day. Birds were singing, and some children were laughing while running around in Teeny Town. You and Dan walked side by side, hands swinging as you talked about anything and everything. The smiles on your faces never ceased and It brought a whole new feeling of warmth.

When you reach the small town garden, flowers in all types of shapes and colors swayed in the breeze. They filled the air with a sweet, earthy aroma. Dan couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you walked around, talking about whatever was on your mind. You had stopped at one of the biggest flower beds, and turned to him noticing he was quiet.

“Dan, are you ok?” You ask sweetly.

His smile widdens, “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just, you left this at my place the other night.”

You look at him, brows furrowed as he reaches in his front pocket. He pulls out a dainty ring with a small diamond on it. He’s staring at your face, a hint of a smile as he presents it.

“Danny, thats not- thats not mine.” You try to tell him, anxiety bubbling in you.

He chuckles breathily and starts to kneel down on one knee, still holding your hand lightly. Your eyes start to feel watery and your hands fly to your mouth in disbelief, hiding your shock.

“(Y/n) you, you have been one of the best things that's happened to me. My biggest supporter, my best friend and I- I wish I could do more to show you how much you mean to me. I don’t know what happened in life that led me to you, but I’m damn grateful for whatever it was. Could you? Will you marry me?”

You let out a small sob into your hand at his words, feeling unbelievably loved. You start nodding your head not trusting your voice yet.

“Yes?” He breathily asks, a smile wide on his face.

“Yes!”

The second he hears you say it he stands and pulls you close into a tight hug. You hold onto him as if you're about to be blown away by a twister, and bury your head into him. He pulls back before pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. He can’t help but smile into the kiss, making you follow suit.

He pulls back again to take your left hand to slide the ring onto your finger. Your right hand covers your mouth again as you watch him slide the band on. Once it was on he looked back at your face, eyes brimming with tears. He pulls your face up and leans down to press a soft, loving kiss to your lips.

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mermaidssonshipss · 4 years

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enough

currently feeling all of these emotions, so felt like now was the right time to write this. might’ve made this a bit sadder than you wanted and i strayed a bit but... my emotions are everywhere so lmao idk it sucks i suck i’m sad whatever. the ending is happy though.

warnings: mentions of anxiety and hopelessness, also brief mentions of self-harm. a bit of angst if you squint real hard.

pairings: rudy pankow x reader

word count: 1.8k

The past two weeks, you had felt like you were moving on auto-pilot. Your life had become an endless loop of the same day, and you couldn’t seem to escape it. The nights were spent lying in bed, a constant sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as your heart pounded against your chest rapidly. You craved the sweet release of sleep, even if only for a moment, but it never seemed to come. The first few days, your friends tried to reach out and get you out of your apartment, but they were always met with a lame excuse that you were too tired and work had been exhausting, and eventually, you stopped replying altogether. Soon, the invites also stopped. Your best friend, Rudy, had been the only one who continued to send you text after text, ignoring your short, or nonexistent, responses. Every call and FaceTime from him had gone ignored. You already felt so overwhelmed with everything going on around you, that the idea of having to navigate all of that on top of forcing yourself not to break down and tell your best friend you were madly in love with him, caused you to spiral even more.

Currently, you were curled into yourself on the floor of your shower, your side leaning into the wall for support as the steaming water cascaded down your freshly scrubbed skin. Tears were sliding down your dull cheeks, the water from the shower mingling with the salty substance before washing it down the drain. The water was too hot, and you knew that, but you couldn’t bring yourself to reach over and make it cooler, so instead you just sat there, ignoring the way your skin was screaming at you as it turned red. You felt numb, the sinking feeling you’d grown accustom to now replaced with an aching emptiness. Your sharp fingernails dug into the sides of your arms as you cradled yourself, the flesh breaking underneath the pressure, but you felt nothing, even as you dragged your fingernails down the sensitive skin. Your eyes watched as the blood dripping down your arms mingled with the water, swirling around your body, and you let out a loud sob, the quiet tears you’d been swallowing finally breaking free, echoing throughout the bathroom loudly.

Suddenly, the door leading to the bathroom had been pulled open, your head snapping up at the sound, and seconds later your shower curtain was being ripped open.

Rudy was stood in front of you, his heart sinking at the sight in front of him. The look on his face only caused you to cry harder as you buried your face in your knees. Moments later, the water was being switched off, and Rudy was leaning down so he was eye level with you.

“I’m here. I’ve got you.” He finally spoke, gliding the towel over your arms slowly to collect the blood that the water hadn’t washed away before he guided the towel around your shaking figure. His arm slipped underneath your bent knees as the other wrapped around your waist, effortlessly lifting you off the floor and carrying you into your bedroom. Your fingers were clutching onto the towel now, keeping it secured as you looked forward, refusing to look at him as he stared down at you before setting you down on your bed. Without speaking, he began rummaging through your drawers, settling on a cream colored sweater you’d stolen from him. He opened your underwear drawer, grabbing the first pair he set eyes on before making his way back over to you and placing them next to you on the bed. You’d finally looked up and caught his gaze, and for a moment the two of you just looked at each other before he gestured towards the clothing and turned away from you.

The sound of your bed creaking as you crawled onto it signaled to Rudy that you were done as he turned back around. He’d grabbed your hair brush while you slipped the sweater on, and he quickly kicked his shoes off before planting himself next to you on your bed. Leaning against your headboard, he gestured for you to move in front of him, and you maneuvered yourself so you were sitting between his legs.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” His fingers ran through your hair gently before he began sliding the brush through the long tendrils slowly, careful not to hurt your scalp.

“Everything.” You whispered, your voice breaking in the middle of the simple word.

He was silent, continuing to brush through your hair until he’d worked out all the tangles. When he was finished, he tossed your brush to the side, his arms now wrapping around your waist as he pulled your back into his chest, leaning you back into his hold as he sunk down on the bed.

“Talk to me. Please. It’s been two weeks, I was worried sick about you, y/n. I just paid your apartment owner $100 to let me in, and I’m not leaving.” Your eyes were closed as your head rested on his chest, the scent of his cologne calming down the erratic beating of your heart.

“I’m just... there’s so much happening. And work.. it never fucking ends and it’s the same shit every god damn day. I was supposed to be getting a promotion, but they gave it to Danny instead even though he’s been working there for half the time I have. Everything I do just... it’s never enough. I’m never enough, not even at work.” The words rushed out of your mouth, the walls you’d built so securely finally shattering as you laid down in Rudy’s hold. His hand rested on your jaw, tilting your head so you were looking up at him as he gazed down at you.

“Don’t ever say that about yourself, because it’s absolute bullshit. You’re enough. If your boss can’t realize that then fuck him.” His voice was gentle, but also firm as he spoke, his grip on your jaw never wavering. The way he was currently looking down at you made your heart race once again, but for the first time in weeks, it wasn’t from anxiety. But just as the feeling came, you were reminded that he just looked at you as a friend, and nothing more. A quiet sigh passed through your lips as you nodded, a stray tear trailing over the apple of your cheek, but Rudy’s thumb was quick to wipe it away. You lifted your head slightly, causing his hand to fall from your face as you looked away from him.

It was easy to convince yourself that no one truly cared about you. That the friends you had weren’t ever really your friends, they were just there when it was convenient, and were quick to forget you when you needed them the most. Even though you were literally wrapped in his arms, his scent the only thing you could focus on, all you could think about was how you still weren’t enough. How you weren’t wrapped in his arms the way you wanted to be, and you never would be.

“Tell me whats going on in your head, bubs.” He whispered, his arms squeezing you tightly, your eyes closing at the pet name, trying to will away another round of tears. You shook your head, not trusting your voice as you untangled yourself from his hold and got off the bed.

“I think you should go.” Your voice was mono-tone as you spoke, your eyes trained on the lavender polish spread across your toenails, missing the flash of hurt on Rudy’s face as he pushed himself to the edge of your bed.

“I’m not leaving you, not like this.” Now, his voice was the one breaking, not understanding why you were so intent on pushing him away.

“Please...” you whimpered, broken, as you yanked the sleeves of the sweater down so they were swallowing your hands. Rudy was on his feet in seconds, his hands gripping your shoulders as he tried to pull you into him once again, but you pushed him away, stepping back.

“God y/n what the hell is going on?! Why are you pushing me away?” his voice was raised, and you could hear how hurt he was, but all you could do was shake your head, another round of tears finally breaking free as you began to slam your fists into his chest, trying to get him to leave. He wasn’t budging. Your hits were weak, and eventually he grabbed your wrists to stop you, wrapping your arms around his waist as he wrapped his own around your small shoulders.

“I love you. I’m not going anywhere no matter how hard you try. Please just tell me what’s going on.” your hands gripped onto the fabric of his shirt as he spoke, balling it into your fists as you cried into his chest.

“I love you, too. And that’s the problem.” your voice whispered into his shirt, causing his eyebrows to furrow as he pulled away slightly so he could look down at you, though you refused to meet his eyes. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“What does that mean?”

“I’m...” you sighed, trying to pull away but he kept his hands on your cheeks, refusing to let you tilt away, “I’m in love with you. And I can’t control it anymore, and I... I don’t like not being in control of my feelings. Every time I’m around you it’s a constant battle, because I don’t want to lose you as a friend, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. I’m not... I’m not enough at work, and I’ll never be enough for you. I just want to be enough.” Your voice had dropped to a whisper as you finished, your gaze darting around the freckles on his face as you avoided his eyes.

Rudy was silent for a moment, though he kept his hands on your cheeks as he processed what you had just said. He thought he had made it obvious how he felt about you all these years. He thought that the constant glances, and lingering touches in crowded rooms had been enough. His head shook slowly before he placed a soft kiss on your nose, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m in love with you, too. And I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear enough, but now I’m standing here telling you. I am in love with you. No matter what you’ve convinced yourself, you are enough for me. You always have been, you always will be. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.” You let out a breath as he spoke, your eyes widening for a moment before you placed your hands over his, which were still resting on your cheeks.

“I am enough.” You whispered the words he’d spoken to you, letting them consume you as his lips finally met yours.

#rudy pankow x reader #jj maybank x reader #rudy pankow imagine #outer banks imagine

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ificouldhelpyouforget · 4 years

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Without You (Dan Torrance x Reader)

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A/N: So this was inspired by an anonymous user who sent in the song ‘Dancing with Your Ghost’ by Sasha Sloan. I hope this is the kind of angst you wanted and although I didn’t literally take on the song, I’m sure you’ll pick up on a few things I pulled from it! Thanks for the request! Sorry it’s so short! I just really liked where it ended.

Summary: Dealing with loss in the first few days are the hardest.

Warnings: Just sadness and a little deceit from a girl named Abra

Words: 1k

You helped Billy’s family pack his things. They didn’t know you and you didn’t really know them, but you felt obligated to help. Billy meant a lot to you and you couldn’t sit back doing nothing while his siblings worked. Billy wouldn’t have wanted that.

It didn’t take very long. Most of the furniture they donated to the apartment complex. There was no need to take it home. His clothes, the small nick knacks he kept went away with them. You were offered to take something to remember him by, something that wasn’t as important to them. You couldn’t bring yourself to do that. Billy would always be remembered by you.

Danny’s apartment was a different issue. From what he told you, his family was gone. No one would come and collect his belongings. Everything would be donated or thrown out. Your heart clenched.

As soon as your landlady returned from her vacation, you met with her. There was only one thing you could think to do.

“Let me switch apartments,” you told her. “Dan Torrance’s place? He’s… he’s not coming back to it. I’ve always liked that apartment and I want to move into it.”

“You’re still under lease,” the woman said. “I can’t just give you the apartment.”

“I’ll pay the remaining months. Just… I need to…”

“Fine. I expect payment for both apartments each month until your lease is paid for.”

“Thank you so much!” You almost ran up to your floor until you realized you were missing something. “Do you have an extra key to the other apartment? Dan… He didn’t leave his key for me.” It probably burned up with the hotel and… no… you couldn’t think about it.

Your landlady sighed and produced the key from a drawer. “Don’t lose this one. I need to make another copy.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

It took a couple of days for you to move your things into Dan’s old apartment after going through his possessions. He didn’t have much – that thought alone made you ugly cry for an hour while digging through his clothes – so it was easy to make room for your things. You had a single bag of clothes to give away, mostly jeans, scrubs, and his outdoor work clothes. You kept a few of his sweaters especially an olive green one you adored on him.

On the night of the second day, you sat on the hardwood floor surrounded by the clothes you wanted to keep. The cracked chalkboard wall with ‘murder’ across it glared down at you – a constant reminder of how it all started… how you lost two of the most important people in your life. You were alone.

“Billy…” you sniffled, hugging a sweatshirt to your chest. “Danny… If you can hear me… I miss you both so much.” Hot tears rolled down your face. “I-I don’t know how to live anymore. I’m… I’m a zombie. I still love you guys… And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, Danny…” You buried your face in the article of clothing. “Maybe you would still be here…”

You woke up the next morning on the floor covered with various pieces of clothing and bloodshot eyes. It wasn’t the last time you found yourself like that. Almost like clockwork, you would stare at the chalkboard wall and try talking to Billy and Danny as if they were still there. You were losing yourself in a dream you could never have.

Abra attempted to reach out to you in the beginning until you begged her to give you some space. She did for a little while. But her fears got the best of her and she showed up outside your apartment, eyes sad seeing your pale face and red-rimmed eyes.

“Come have dinner with me and my mom,” she said while helping you clean up the mess of clothes you still hadn’t put away. “We’re all hurting, and you shouldn’t have to go through this alone. I… I miss him, too.”

“Do you know what it’s like, Abra? To go to sleep wishing it was a horrible dream? To wake up hoping you’ll see his face again? I lost Danny and Billy… I used to see them, hear them every day. Now there’s nothing.

“I have dreams of them alive. I see Billy with a beautiful woman he met while working on the tiny town. They’re so happy together. She already has a ring on her finger and a baby on the way. It was love at first sight for them. I see you and your parents pulling up in a nice SUV, bright grins on your faces as you hand over the dessert you made to share. I see… I see Danny looking well… happy. I like to see us together in a place we bought together…”

Abra frowned. “I lost my dad… You don’t think I fall asleep wishing he would be there to wake me up and take me to school? I know exactly how you feel.”

“I… I miss Danny… I feel like there’s a hole permanently in my chest where my heart should be… We weren’t anything more than friends and I feel like I’ve lost the love of my life.”

You missed the way Abra glanced past you. “You’ll find someone again.”

“Not like Dan Torrance… How can I love anyone the way I loved him for the eight years I knew him? I can’t walk away from that. I can’t… I can’t let him go. Maybe it’s because I didn’t get the proper goodbye… No, I never wanted it to come to that…”

“I think Uncle Dan is still around, you know,” Abra said, meeting your watery gaze. “You just can’t see him.”

“Can you? I mean, can you see him?”

The young girl hesitated, eyes shifting to something unseen. “Not really.”

In your sorrow, you didn’t sense the lie. You were oblivious to Abra and the spirit of someone lost to you deciding to keep their secret a little longer. There would be a time and place for you to know that Dan Torrance wasn’t completely gone from your life.

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lantern-inthenight · 5 years

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How would each of the boys react to finding a pregnancy test like in the trash before you could actually tell them you were pregnant?

Since our boys are still p young, I’m gonna ask y’all to imagine that these take place in a Future!AU, where everyone is like,,,30 idk

Special thanks to @youmakeme-wonder for helping me brainstorm for these ❤️

Danny

You and Danny don’t necessarily plan to get pregnant

Sure, you want to have a kid, but the two of you figure it will just happen when it happens

You’re sitting in the living room, thumbing through a book

Danny is going through the house, emptying the bins bc tomorrow is trash day

There’s a loud crash in the bathroom, prompting you to look up

It sounded like Danny dropped everything he was carrying

You get up to go check on him, and find that that’s exactly what happened

“Babe, are you okay?”

You round the corner and see Danny standing there, surrounded by the trash he just dropped

He’s holding the pregnancy test you took a couple days ago, staring at you in shock

Oh shit.

“Babe, it’s okay,” you start to soothe him

But Danny laughs, actually laughs, and runs to you there in the doorway

His arms are around you in an instant, for the tightest hug you’ve ever gotten

“You’re pregnant?” He breathes, his voice almost a shout from how excited he is. You nod into his shouder

“Yeah,” you giggle

He picks you up, and you feel yourself spinning as the two of you laugh

“How long have you known?” He’s not critical; he genuinely wants to know

You start crying, and touch his face gently

“Only two days. But I have a doctor appointment next week.”

Danny’s eyes are welling up with tears, and he just hugs you again, because words couldn’t come close to how he’s feeling

When he sets you down, he immediately falls to his knees in front of you and kisses your stomach

“You’re gonna be an amazing mom,” he tells you, as you run your hand through his hair and cradle his face

“You too,” you quip, and the two of you laugh before hugging again

Jake

Jake usually greets you at the door when you bring home his favorite Chinese takeout, but he’s nowhere to be found when you walk in

“Jake? Honey, I’ve got dinner.”

You set the food on the kitchen counter, and look around

The TV is on, but Jake isn’t there. You check the backyard. No Jake there, either. Bedroom? Empty.

Lastly, you go into the bathroom to see if Jake is taking a shower where you could happily join him

But the thought leaves your head the moment you see Jake, sitting on the edge of the bathtub

His right hand is closed around the pregnancy test he’s holding

The screen is peeking out from his fingers, revealing the little pink + sign

Jake doesn’t react when you walk in

He’s just staring at the wall, completely motionless

“Jake?” You ask cautiously, inching nearer to him

You sit down next to him, rubbing his arm to soothe him

You had been trying for almost two years.

After a moment, Jake whispered

“When did you take this?”

“Yesterday,” you answer. “I have a doctor appointment tomorrow to confirm it. But I missed my period last month.”

“This is really happening,” Jake mutters, still staring at the wall

But after a moment, he just cracks

He looks at you, tears spilling down his cheeks

“We’re having a baby?”

You nod. “We’re having a baby, Jake.”

The look on his face is indescribable, and he just buries his face in your shoulder, weeping softly

You hold each other for a few minutes, crying tears of pure joy and relief

You eventually pull away, brushing his tears away with your thumbs as Jake’s hand falls to your belly

“I hope she likes Chinese food,” you joke, and the two of you burst into laughter

Josh

Josh finds out you’re pregnant the night you come home from your first OB appointment

But he didn’t exactly find out the way you wanted him to

He was digging through the bathroom drawer for a pair of nail clippers, complaining loudly when he couldn’t find them

“Just grab mine out of my purse! It’s in the kitchen,” you yell from the couch

But you freeze stiff where you’re sitting

Because your purse is currently full of prenatal vitamins and pamphlets about what not to eat when you’re with child

And you just told your unsuspecting husband to open the very same purse to get nail clippers

You stand up quickly, but it’s too late

Josh is standing at the kitchen counter, holding a bottle of pregnancy vitamins, looking like a curly-haired deer in the headlights

“Babe, this is a bottle of prenatal vitamins,” he says to you, apparently not absorbing the information in front of him

“Yes...” you answer, a few feet away, waiting for it to hit him

Josh laughs. “But these are for pregnant people.”

You raise your eyebrows at him

Josh gasps, looking from the pill bottle to you, and back again

There it is, you think

“You’re pregnant,” he breathes. You nod. Josh takes a deep breath, and you brace yourself for the noise

Josh just starts making guttural shrieks, gesturing at you and flailing his arms while he runs to you

Seriously, he can’t stop hollering

You know he can’t help himself, though, and you just nod and laugh along

Josh is beyond joyful, and actually manages to hyperventilate between screaming excitedly and kissing your face

So much so that he quite literally passes out in the living room

Well, you think, putting a pillow underneath his head, At least the living room is carpeted

Sam

Your arms are overflowing when you come through the door

“Hey babe, let me help you with those!” Sam bounds up to you, grinning widely, but you push past him in a manner that is nothing short of shady

Sam frowns, but shrugs it off

Little does he know that you went to the bookstore for a reason: research

You set the books down on your desk, making sure to cover up What to Expect When You’re Expecting with other books and clutter

You and Sam settle in for a nice night of watching movies on the couch

It’s quiet and peaceful, until Sam gets up to pee

On his way back from the bathroom, he bumps into your desk

The carefully arranged pile of books comes crashing down, sending your things everywhere

You frown, and sit up on the couch

“Babe, is everything okay?” You call out

“Yeah, it’s fine! I just knocked over some of your new books--”

Your eyes widen

“--but it’s okay, I can just put them b-- wait. What?” He mutters that last part to himself, and you close your eyes

You hear Sam shuffle back into the living room, and you open your eyes to look at him

He’s holding the very book you didn’t want him to see, his mouth agape

You give him a scared smile, your heart pounding

“...Surprise?” you guess.

“You--you’re--we’re,” Sam can’t find the words. You can only nod, chuckling to yourself

Sam sprints across the room and drops to his knees in front of you

He presses kiss after kiss to your tummy, and you notice his eyes shining in the dim light

“You’re really--?”

“Pregnant, yeah,” you finish for him

Sam laughs, a musical and beautiful sound

He has questions, so many questions, but you answer them all as best you can. At one point he frowns

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was gonna do a grand reveal,” you reply, embarrassed. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this.”

“That’s okay,” Sam answers, hugging your middle, “I don’t want it any other way.”

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Birthday Boy (3/3) (Biadore) - doctor bitchcraftt & Miss Alyssa Secret

Danny can’t wait to find out what his surprise present is, Bonnie has birthday plans to take care of, and Roy’s in Toronto. Supposedly.

Anon request for some birthday smut.

Cuddles in chapter one by doctor_bitchcraftt, smut in chapters two and three by Miss Alyssa ;) Featuring dirty talk, safer sex, and just a little sweetness.

A/N: This was supposed to be just one chapter of actual smut, but Miss Alyssa might have gotten a little carried away. Oops? Xoxoxoxo, bitchcraftt & MAS

Comments always welcome on AO3

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Instead of answering out loud, Danny reached down and tugged his head forward playfully, grip loose enough that he could easily break free. Roy went with the movement, wrapping his lips around the tip the moment he was close enough and tongue caressing the shaft on his way down. Danny’s fingers in his hair bounced his head back and forth a few times before releasing, content to let Roy set his rhythm.

The thin barrier meant his teasing licks still pulled a moan, but thwarted his attempts to nibble at the skin underneath the head. They hadn’t needed a condom the last several times he’d blown Danny, and he’d forgotten how much of a difference it made in technique. Sighing, he abandoned licking and went down as far as he could comfortably swallow the throbbing cock instead, throat working around it.

That caused a reaction, Danny pushing up against the restraining hand on his hip. He sucked hard on the head with every upstroke, slurping obscenely and humming against the shaft sliding over his tongue. The gasps and moans above him were the perfect soundtrack to a birthday blowjob.

“Fuck…your mouth babe, fucking…suck my cock.”

Roy was more than happy to comply, bobbing his head faster and pressing a knuckle against the ridge of flesh behind Danny’s balls. Danny’s gaze followed his mouth as he moved before locking their eyes together. His own cock twitched, neglected, and he winked playfully before dropping the unoccupied hand down to give himself some relief. Jerking off left handed wasn’t the best, but combined with Danny’s cock in his mouth made up for any lack of coordination.

He pulled off a minute later, enjoying the way Danny whined and tried to spread his legs wider.

“More. C’mon, you gotta-“

”Shhhh, angel,” he murmured soothingly, “gonna make you feel good.”

Relaxing his jaw, he licked both balls, bouncing them on his tongue before drawing them into his mouth one at a time to gently suck. Any harder and Danny would probably push him off, and he concentrated on riding the edge of that line between pleasure and pain until the hand in his hair tugged sharply. He gave one final pass of his tongue before returning to the straining shaft.

On the way, he sucked his index finger into his mouth, pulling it out and trailing wetly down. Danny didn’t always like to be fingered, but… He flicked his eyes up, tickling under heavy balls, waiting. The filthy smile accompanying a nod made him hum in wicked indulgence.

At the first tease over the tightly clenched hole, Danny’s hips shot up fast enough that he nearly choked and had to pull off coughing.

”Fuck me- shit, sorry babe-“

”S’fine,” Roy wheezed, “wasn’t ready.”

Danny reached down and traced swollen lips with his thumb, slipping inside for Roy to gently suck.

“You okay B?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

He released Danny’s thumb with a last suck, nipping at the fingertip. Roy sat back on his heels, enjoying the picture Danny made, hard cock framed by his spread thighs and chest flushed.

”Okay.”

The hand that landed in his hair felt more affectionate than controlling as he kissed his way back down an inner thigh, nudging Danny’s legs back up over the chair arms from where he’d leaned forward in concern.

Between one moment and the next, the mood between them had changed, as it sometimes did, from erotically charged to more sensual. Wrapping his lips around the leaking head (wishing he could smear the sticky slick over his lips), he pressed the tip of his tongue over the slit, wiggling it in as far as the condom would allow. Roy concentrated on sucking just the head, stroking the shaft tightly, and a moment later he returned to circling Danny’s hole with a fingertip, pressing upwards just enough to meet with resistance. He massaged the rim in time with his tongue twisting over the swollen head, playing with the sensitive skin and wishing they had time for a proper fuck. Of course sex didn’t have to involve penetration, but it always made their reunions more enjoyable.

Danny’s breathing grew more labored by the second, and he felt the shaft stiffening even further.

”You close?”

Fingers buried themselves in his hair, pulling it just short of painfully.

”Mmmhmmm, fuck…yeah- harder, need it so bad-“

”Come for me,” Roy rasped out.

He relaxed his jaw and took Danny all the way in, sealing his lips around the throbbing shaft and moaning as Danny fucked his mouth.

Just a little more…

“M’gonna come baby. Gonna come in your mouth, so fucking goo-“

Danny came with a sharp cry, jaw slack with pleasure and stomach muscles straining as he bent forward before collapsing bonelessly in the chair. Roy slowly moved up and down a few more times, drawing it out as Danny’s cock twitched in his mouth with aftershocks. The cum filling the condom pressed hot on his tongue, and he thought about days where he let Danny paint his face with his release, licking his own cum off Roy’s lips greedily. Not today, but maybe next time.

He let the softening cock slip out, taking care of the condom. Danny still looked dazed, and Roy kissed his thighs patiently, waiting for him to come back down. His jaw ached a little, but he’d be fine by the time Bianca stepped on stage tomorrow.

At last, Danny’s eyes focused on his face, fucked out smile stretching his lips.

”…so fucking good.”

”Yeah?”

”Mmmhmmm. Your turn.”

Danny stood on wobbly legs, pulling Roy to his feet and pushing him onto the bed. He let himself be directed to lie back, propped up by the pillows and wondering what Danny had in mind. Instead of falling to his knees, Danny knelt on the bed beside him, reaching over to rummage in the bottom drawer and retrieving a bottle of lube.

He poured a palmful, capping the bottle and tossing it aside. Roy groaned as slippery fingers closed around his erection, coaxing it back to full hardness. Instead of the twisting strokes Danny usually used to jerk him off, he seemed more concerned with simply spreading the slickness over his cock.

“What are you-“

Danny cut him off by leaning forward, tongue slipping inside his mouth for a sloppy kiss.

”You’ll see.”

With that, he gave Roy an absolutely wicked smile, and turned around to straddle his thighs, facing his feet.

”Angel?”

Wiggling his ass, Danny clamped his knees together, forcing Roy’s thighs closed. Then he dropped to sit, cock nestling in the cleft between his cheeks. He grabbed for Roy’s hands, setting them firmly on his hips and looking back over his shoulder with a wink.

”Go ahead.”

Roy didn’t have to be told twice. He gave an experimental thrust upwards, moaning as Danny squeezed around him, ass muscles flexing. Danny caught his rhythm a moment later, grinding down with every roll of his hips. It wasn’t the same as a fuck, but watching and feeling Danny’s ass bounce was the next best thing. He splayed his fingers wide, hooked over the crest of each hip, thrusting faster.

“Fuck my ass,” Danny demanded, still watching him, “fuck me hard, I want your cock.”

The slide of his bare cock so tantalizingly close to Danny’s hole was at once dangerously forbidden and so tempting. Roy allowed himself to imagine sex without anything between them, moaning when Danny’s slippery fingers closed around his balls.

”Want your cum baby, gonna give it to me?”

Danny’s hips rocked in perfect counterpoint, Roy beginning to lose his rhythm, gasping for breath.

”Fucking- yeah…love your ass, always so tight- fuck, want it want you mine-“

Neither of them ever brought up the things they said on the edge of orgasm after the fact.

He came seconds later, Danny’s moan drowned out by his own. Cum spattered over the clenching muscles of his stomach, over Danny’s lower back and ass. As soon as it was clear he’d finished, Danny turned back around to lie on top, arms wrapped around his shoulders and heedless of the mess between them. He kissed Roy slowly, humming in sated content.

”Thank you for my birthday present,” Danny whispered.

”It was my pleasure.”

”Love you.”

”Love you too, pussyface.”

Danny dropped his head, nosing at the side of Roy’s neck. They laid there in silence, breathing returning to normal and sweat cooling. Eventually, Roy tugged gently on Danny’s hair.

”You know…”

”Whuh?”

“Bonnie say how long she’d be gone?”

”Uhhh,” Danny scrunched his nose, trying to remember, “two hours. Why?”

Roy glanced at the clock on the nightstand.

“If you want, we’ve got time if you wanna go again.”

Danny considered the offer, weighing the thought of another orgasm.

”Nah.”

”No?”

There was no way Roy could get it up and come again in the time they had left, which they both knew, meaning he would be planning on just getting Danny off.

“Nuh uhh. Just stay like this?”

”Pussyface, we’re gonna stick like this. At least- hand me my bag?”

Groaning, Danny stretched over the edge of the bed, snagging Bianca’s handbag with his fingertips and dropping it on the sheets next to them. Roy pulled it open one-handed, fishing out a package of wet wipes. He gave them enough of a clean that they wouldn’t regret it later, set an alarm on his phone, then pushed the bag back onto the floor.

Danny was a comfortable weight on his body, and Roy pulled the blanket up over them. He felt a yawn against his neck, and smiled up at the ceiling.

”Happy birthday, my love.”

#rpdr fanfiction #adore delano #biadore #smut #birthday boy #not casual at all #doctor bitchcraftt #missalyssasecret #canon compliant

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megalony · 5 years

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Secrets- Part 6

Another part of my latest Roger Taylor series which I hope you are all enjoying.

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Enjoy.

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"Shouldn't you be in bed?" (Y/n) questioned gently, a smile made of sugar appearing on her features as she looked down to the six-year-old who was sitting on the floor in the room in front of her.

(Y/n) had been passing by one of the rooms in the house which she herself never went into, finding the door left ajar and Danny sitting on the carpeted floor. The room was one which Roger liked to keep shut, it held Emily's things that the drummer couldn't bear to part with and it just so happened to be the room she had stayed in when she first came to stay with Roger. He didn't mind (Y/n) or Danny going in there, it had no strict rules saying they couldn't enter. He just liked to keep the memories behind closed doors so he was bombarded with them too often.

Pushing herself off of the doorframe, she slowly entered the room and kneeled down beside the young boy to see what he was doing. He was sitting in front of a chest of drawers, very delicately looking through the different items of clothing it held inside.

"Just wanted to look through mummy's things." He responded quietly, a soft smile on his lips as he pulled out a navy blue and white striped jumper from the drawer. Looking at it for a moment before hugging it to his chest, burying his face in the soft fabric in a way that reminded (Y/n) of Roger. When the drummer had had a particularly bad day a while back around the time of Emily's passing (Y/n) had found him in here doing much the same thing. She wondered if Emily's scent was still present on the clothes in here and if so, that was bringing some lost memories back to Roger.

"Trouble, where are you?" Both of them glanced to one another at the sound of Roger's playful yet questioning tone. Clearly having noticed his boy was no longer in bed like he had been ten minutes ago.

"You head back to bed now, sweetheart. Take the jumper." (Y/n) leaned over and kissed Danny's temple, smiling as he wrapped her up in a hug before tiredly trotting out of the room. The jumper stuck between his arm and chest as he wandered back to his room to let Roger settle him back to sleep.

(Y/n) slowly pushed herself to her feet after gently shutting the drawer back in place, her eyes cascading around the room dimly lit by the hanging light in the centre of the ceiling. The walls were a very pale cherry colour that verged on a bruised raspberry colour that had been watered down, it was rather eye-catching and simple in the best kind of way. (Y/n) couldn't help but wonder if this room had been painted especially for Emily or if it had been sheer luck that this room had been such a lovely colour. Maybe the colour was the reason Roger had given her this room in the first place.

Somehow it felt slightly wrong to be speculating about Emily and the past of the house that held so many memories of her. Yet she couldn't seem to stop her mind from running away with the fairies.

Did Emily always have this room? Or was she only in here when she first came to stay, before they decided they were going to bring Daniel up as their own? Did she share Roger's room- the room that (Y/n) now shared with him? Had Roger switched his room to a different one after Emily died and he came back from LA?

Freddie had continued to fill (Y/n) in on the little things that Roger missed out or on little topics he hadn't told her. Such as when he left for LA very suddenly without telling the band beforehand. Or how Roger had been a changed man when he came back or the way that Roger hadn't been with anyone but (Y/n) after Emily.

The house seemed to be a walking enigma to (Y/n).

It was a rather large house considering Roger had bought it in the beginning knowing it would house him and only him. He had the mindset that he didn't want children so the house wouldn't have been likely to house more than two people yet he bought it anyway. Maybe he did that because it was rather secluded, no nosy neighbours close by or people able to wander around and try and catch a glimpse. (Y/n) couldn't be sure if she was assuming or wishing that the room she and Roger shared was not the one he shared with Emily, if indeed he shared one with her at all. But Freddie had told her that Roger didn't like looking at Emily's things for quite a while and he hated little reminders of her. So surely, if they had shared a room that would be a reminder he could do without.

Roger had a few photos of Emily here and there around the rather large house. He kept most of them in this room and had put a few framed ones up in Danny's room too. But there were others decorating the walls, one in the hallway, one of Emily cradling a newborn Danny downstairs in the backroom and he had a picture of her in his study.

(Y/n) thought it rather endearing more than hurting because whether she liked it or not, Emily was always going to be there. She was always going to be different to Roger and something more to Danny because she was his mother even though she hadn't had the chance to raise him. She was the one who Roger had turned his life around for, she was the girl Roger had not been able to get out of his mind and who had almost corrupted him with her death. (Y/n) wasn't in a competition with Emily and she didn't mind that reminder of her around because she had been an influence on Roger's life and she had clearly been special to him.

Something was telling (Y/n) not to leave the room just yet.

Roger was settling Danny to sleep, he would be another ten minutes or so and she had nothing to do and nowhere to be. She allowed her eyes to scan around the room again, her fingers feathering over the lavender sheets on the bed. Her eyes looking to the dark red curtains drawn to stop the moonlight from filtering into the room.

There was a light oak wood bookshelf resting in the corner of the room next to the window that was stacked to the brim with a variety of books. Some of which (Y/n) recognised, some she had read and others she had never heard of. There was a vanity on the opposite side of the room next to a bedside table and the bed. It held one or two perfume bottles, some lipsticks, a hairbrush and pictures. There was a framed picture of Emily and Roger and a small strip of four photos that were stuck on the rim of the mirror that looked to be the both of them in some kind of photo booth.

(Y/n) walked a little closer to the vanity, her eyes zooming on the four small square photos. Noticing how Roger seemed to have a sparkle in his eyes when his head was turned to look at Emily. She noticed one perfume bottle was half full and the other was almost empty. The empty bottle was one (Y/n) knew but didn't wear herself, it sent a dagger to her heart at a sudden realisation. This was the perfume she had smelt on Roger before, he had a bottle somewhere in his side drawers next to his bed. Clearly, this was the reason why he had a woman's perfume.

Moving a little away from the vanity, (Y/n) moved ahead and into the walk-in wardrobe in front of her. Her left hand reaching out for the light switch, surprised to see there weren't half as many clothes in here as she thought there would be.

On her right there were some dresses and a few shirts and blouses hung up, on her left were about three pairs of heels, some flats and a few different coats. There was also a shelf on her left that held Danny's baby clothes, some of which were knitted and quite possibly the reason Roger hadn't given them away or thrown them out. (Y/n)'s head leaned to the side as she glanced to the top shelf on the left-hand side, seeing there was one single box resting up there but nothing else. It didn't quite look like a hatbox and there were no hats here anyway. Emily didn't give off the impression that she wore hats, she didn't seem to like fancy clothing or jewellery.

Curiosity seemed to be her best friend right now, especially at that moment as her mind didn't seem to comprehend that she was reaching for the box until she was stood on her tiptoes to grasp the edges of the rectangular box.

The box weighed less than (Y/n) thought it would, the item almost slipping from her fingers as she braced herself for the weight of the box that never came. Something about this box set off the uneasiness she had been feeling last week in the studio with Freddie. It didn't match everything else that was in the room and wardrobe. It clearly wasn't a hatbox, it was the only box in the room as all of Emily's things were neatly put away or left out. The colour didn't match and that was off-putting but it was more than that. This box was a midnight blue colour, the shade that the sky was when the stars came out to play in the dead of night. Yet it didn't look old.

Time had left no traces on this box like it had on the other items in the room. The perfume bottles had tinted in their shades, one going from a dusty rose pink to a faded shade that verged on light orange and the other had gone from crystal white to a muddy shade of cream. The pictures in the room were worn and beginning to fade. The clothes still held Emily's scent but they showed the effects of time, some were a little tattered, others were musty from simply being left unmoved for six years. Dust was collecting in the room as not many things were touched at all and Roger didn't clean the house that often nor this room.

The box had not lost its shade of midnight blue, it looked rather electrified rather than worn. The corners were not beginning to rip or tear like other cardboard boxes would. No dust was gathered on the box nor in the shelf it sat upon. It looked brand new. But that couldn't be so because Roger wouldn't buy a box and put it in this room, he didn't take anything out of the room and he didn't put anything in either. Only Danny came in and took a book or an item of clothing but he always returned them in their rightful place. The six-year-old had no reason to have a box in here and he couldn't reach the shelf.

Something about this box and the deafening silence surrounding (Y/n) was telling her not to open it.

This was not her room. These were not her clothes or books or shoes and coats. Nothing in this room belonged to her and she had not known the occupier of this room either. Emily had not been (Y/n)'s friend, mother or lover. She had no reason to be in here and yet here she was, glancing through Emily's things as if they were memories that she wished to recollect.

With her left hand (Y/n) held the box, letting the bottom of the box rest on the base of her hand. With her right hand, she held the lid of the box which was a snug bit ever so slightly loose fit to the matching box.

Was she really going to do this?

There was no other answer to that but yes. She was going to peer into the box that either held a memory of Emily or something of Roger's that he wanted to be kept in this specific room. When her fingers delicately lifted the lid of the box, her eyes narrowed to try and work out what it was that was hidden away inside. She could feel the muscles of her stomach and lower chest contracting, pulling her skin inwards as her lungs stopped what they were doing out of shock and sheer fright.

"What are you doing?"

The midnight box holding no kind of treasure like its impression gave, was suddenly dropped to the cushioned carpeted floor. It's contents partially hanging out over the side as it landed with a thud but stayed upright nonetheless.

When (Y/n)'s eyes locked with Roger's, her uneasiness rocketed sky-high as an emotion she didn't recognise swelled through her body. Roger's own eyes burned like the sun as they narrowed when they focused on the box that was now disregarded on the floor at her feet. Her eyes drifted back to the box but felt fixated on the contents that she could partially see trying to escape. Roger's voice didn't register in her ears until his hand was suddenly clamped around her upper arm, bringing her back to reality. When his words finally registered in her ears, the unusual tone he used chilled her to the bone.

"I said, what are you doing?"

#roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger x reader #imagine #queen band #freddie mercury #Brian May #john deacon #secrets

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psychosunflower-blog · 7 years

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You get sick||Why don't we||Preference two♡

Summary:They take care of you while your sick♡

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2126

Jonah Marais- When Jonah woke up at 3:30am on a Friday morning to the sound of you puking he got up instantly, running to the bathroom and pulling your hair back as he sat down next to you and rubbing your back with a wash cloth ready to wipe your mouth when you were done.

By the time you had finished emptying your stomach you looked up at your boyfriend of 8 months with tears in your eyes, you had never experienced stomach pain so bad in your life.

"Come here princess"Jonah said opening his arms as he leaned against the wall of your bathroom. You crawled into his arms, resting your head on his chest while his arms wrapped around your waist.

After a while of sitting there and your tears and pain didn't stop Jonah whispered 'hold on' and picked you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist and his hand found a place on your bum. Unsure of what he was doing but having full trust in him, you buried your head farther into his neck as you felt him walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Jonah turned on the lights before setting you down on the kitchen Island and going to the medicine cupboard to find the tums and some flu meds. You hadn't been feeling well since the two of had gotten home from the Fancy dinner Jonah had taken you out hours before.

"You think you have food poisoning baby?" Jonah asked handing you a cup off water and some advil and placing the tums on the counter next to you and standing between your legs.

"Mhm" You sighed placing your throbbing head back on his chest.

"I just wanna go to sleep" You whispered as Jonah placed a kiss on your head before picking you back up and bringing you back up to the room you shared where you two cuddled while he sung you back to sleep and when you woke up the next morning you felt better and it was all thanks to your amazing boyfriend Jonah.

Daniel Seavey- When Daniel and the boys got back from the studio to the house you and the boys shared he was confused when he didn't see you up and about like you normally did. When Daniel walked into the two you two shared and saw the tissues all over the bed and your head under the covers he knew it meant only one thing-you were sick.

"Baby why didn't you call me at the studio? I would have come home and I would have brought soup" He asked shuffling over to the bed as you let out a groan and removed the duvet from your head to expose your horrible bed head and red nose as Daniel let out a chuckle as he took a look at his girlfriend.

"I didn't wanna bug you baby, your working so hard on the new *sneeze* album and I didn't want to interrupt you" You sniffled as he crawled into bed with you and pulled you into his arms.

"What have I told you? Day or night if you need me just call me and Ill be there" He said causing a sick chuckle to fall from your lips.

"Hot boy quotes himself to me. is it wrong if that makes me love you more?" You asked causing a large laugh to now fall from his lips, it was like music to your ears. It even made you feel a little better but that was until a huge coffee attack came and then Daniel got up causing a cry to come from you. He had been gone for 6 hours and all you wanted to do was nap with him.

"Ill be back, I'm going to get you cold meds and your favourite soup" He smiled before bending down and placing a kiss on your extremely warm forehead causing his eyes to go wide.

"Baby your burning up?!" He exclaimed before running into the shared bathroom you two had and got a face cloth from the drawer and soaked it in some cool water before coming back into the room and placing it on your face.

"Cheesy Potato Bacon for Tims right?!" Your horsed called out before he opened the door to your room.

"I wouldn't dream about getting you any other kind of soup dear" he called out before closing the door behind him causing a tired smile to fall on your face before you closed your eyes and fell back asleep until Danny came back.

Jack Avery- Rolling over you let a huge groan as every bone in your body ached but you heard your phone go off playing something different and right away you knew it was Jack calling and if you had ignored it he would have started to worry. Picking up your phone that laid on Jacks side of the bed you slid the answer button to the FaceTime call and waited for his face to pop up.

"Hey babygir- you don't look so good, are you okay?" He asked, worry completely filling his face as he looked at you.

"Just a flu I think, I feel like shit but ill be fine" You told him, trying your best to give him the 'don't worry' smile but today it wasn't feeling well.

"Jonah give me your phone for a second" He called turning his face away from the phone causing you to assume Jonah was the boy sitting next to him.

You watched as he started typing on Jonahs phone and then looked up at you with a smile.

"How much do you love me?" He asked as he handed Jonah back his phone.

"With my whole heart you goof and you know that, why?" You asked with a tired chuckle, closing your eyes for a moment as dizziness took over your whole body. Fucking colds.

"Well since we are in New York and Im not there to take care of you and we both know you don't take care of yourself when your sick Ive got Logan bringing over the flu meds that don't make you loopy and your favourite food from Panera" He said causing a smile to fall on your face, a huge one. Jack was always doing cute things like this, he was always finding some way to take care of you and show you he loves you, he was amazing.

"I love you noodles, so much" you whispered before feeling tiredness fall back on you.

"Get some more rest baby, Logan has a key. I love you princess" He whispered, you felt chills down your spine as it almost felt like he was right there with you, the last thing you hear was the call end, but not without Jack saying that he loves you once more.

That might before he went to bed he sent you a text making sure you had eaten and taken some meds, no one had ever cared for you as much as him.

Zach Herron- You, Zach and the boys had gone on a small vacation just a few hours away from the city to a beautiful beach house that was absolutely breath taking, you had been there for about 3 days out of the two weeks you guys were planning to stay there when you started getting horribly sick. You were puking and coughing like crazy and Zach hadn't left your side since it had started happening.

"How you feeling baby?" He asked as you laid with your head on his chest and his fingers playing with hair trying to do anything to make the pain go away.

"Can I have some more advil?" You croaked, your throat in extreme pain from puking and coughing so much.

"Not yet princess but soon, Daniel should be back with your food and actually cold meds for you" He whispered placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Im not hungry" You whispered, snuggling your head deeper into his chest.

"Y/n baby, you gotta eat something. Its almost been twenty four hours and thats extremely unhealthy baby" He said, you could hear the seriousness in his voice, Truthfully Zach had never been so worried about you, all the boys were telling him that it was just a flu or a bug and that You'd be fine but every time he followed you into the bathroom to hold your hair back he felt his heart break even more. Zach had horrible anxiety and always worried that normal things were something so much worse, such as a flu being cancer. He couldn't help but worry about the love of his life.

"Zach baby, its just a bug okay? I will be fine in a few days but yes, Ill eat something if it will make you feel any better. I just feel bad that this is how your spending your vacation" You frowned, placing a kiss on his lower shoulder.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than here taking care of you princess, I love you" He told you, kissing your forehead for the millionth time because he knew it relaxed your body.

Corbyn Besson- You woke up on your couch from a nap to pounding on your door. Sitting up quickly as you had been startled you looked around to see the sun had gone down and you were sweating like crazy.

Walking Dizzly to the door you opened it to see a worry Corbyn at the other end of the door.

"Y/n are you okay?! Ive been calling you for the last hour and No one has heard from you since two" He said as you stood out of the way so he could walk into your apartment.

"I um-What time is it?" You asked confused as you shut the heavy brown apartment door and looking at him confused.

"Its almost 11pm, Ive been so worried about you baby" Your blonde boyfriend of three months whispered walking closer to you and pulling you closer as he put his hands on your hip.

"I um- f-fell asleep. Im not feeling so well" You whispered closing your eyes making Corbyns whole face drain with worry, he had never seen you like this before. Placing his hands on your forehead his eyes almost popped out of head.

"Baby, your burning up! You need a cool shower, Ill try and find something for you to take while your in there" He said rushing you towards the bathroom.

"Corbyn I don't think I can stand. Im extremely dizzy" You whispered, you could hardly keep your eyes open, everything was blurry.

Corbyn was officially freaking out now, he had never been so worried about you in his whole life.

"Wheres your Advil baby? We gotta break the fever?" He asked sitting you down on your couch, you directed him to the bathroom cabinet filled with different things and he came back with a bottle of pills and a cup of water.

After you had taken the pills Corbyn picked you up and brought you to the bathroom before turning on the shower and he turned to you.

"Im gonna help you into the shower okay? I know we still aren't 100% in that place yet and you know I respect that but baby this fever is extremely high and a shower is the only way I know how to bring it down" he told you, if you weren't sick and on the verge of passing out you were almost positive you would have told him you loved him right there and then.

Since you and Corbyn had started dating he had done amazing and beautiful things like this, he had made you feel respected and love and cared for without even trying. He was an over all amazing human being.

Stripping you down into nothing but your underwear he brought you into the shower where the not too cold but not too warm water either and sat with you at the bottom of the bath with you in-between his legs. Placing kisses on your wet head as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You started feeling better after about half an hour later and Corbyn helped you get out and dried you off before bringing you in your room to get changed. Putting his hoodie on you before finding Pj shorts in your bottom drawer and helping you slip them on.

After tucking you into bed he placed a kiss on your forehead and waited until he thought you were asleep before he got off the chair in the corner of your room and headed towards the door.

"Please stay" you whispered before he could leave. You just wanted him, he made you feel better, he made you feel safe and when you were sick that was all you ever needed. He was all you ever needed.

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Title: Caring is an Act of Maturity Ch. 3

Author: @blaineandsamevanderson

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Ship: Liam/Theo, Mason/Corey

Rating: PG

Summary: Set after 6x19, speculating on something that might happen in 6x20, with regards to Theo’s ability to take pain. AU now that the finale has aired.

For @purplehoodiesandleatherjackets

Whole fic on AO3: HERE

Things settled down fairly quickly in the aftermath of the final battle. Most people in town seemed appalled by their own actions, while others retreated into denial, pretending nothing had happened.

Still, some good was coming from the new normal.

Derek, Braden and Cora decided to stay in Beacon Hills and, given the gutting of his department, Sheriff Stilinski offered them jobs. Braeden, already happy with her job, turned him down, but the Hales accepted. Chris Argent agreed to a part time position with the department as well. Stiles had advocated for a job of his own, but his father wanted him to return to Quantico to finish training there.

Agent McCall put the kibosh on that idea. Apparently, the training co-ordinators were not pleased with Stiles’s mysterious mid-raid disappearing act. Though Derek’s name had since been cleared, Stiles was no longer welcome in the program.

The French Hunters dispersed quickly, though Isaac and Danny remained., as did Jackson and Ethan.

The McCall pack was bigger than Liam had ever seen, not that this was a bad thing.

At home, Liam’s parents were a little surprised by the sudden appearance of Theo, but they rolled with it when they found out he didn’t have anywhere else to go. Plus, he was a really good houseguest. He helped with the dishes, kept his room clean and was quiet and respectful.

Basically, Liam’s folks adored him.

Liam liked having Theo around too…maybe more than he would like to admit. The Chimera was smart, funny, a worthy video game opponent…but wow, was he ever distracting.

The first night Liam brought Theo home, he’d almost been amused by how happy the other boy was to take a hot shower. The Chimera spent a good 30 minutes in the bathroom and when he finally finished, Liam was waiting to tease him, but the comment died on his lips.

Steam billows out of the bathroom as Theo emerged, damp chest glistening, wet hair tousled. He wore a towel sling low around his hips and Liam choked a bit, eyes darting from the heat flushed cheeks, down to a droplet of water rolling along the curve of one pec, down solid abs until it was finally absorbed in the towel…right near the cut V of his pelvis.

Liam stared long and hard before shaking himself and practically leaping to his feet, muttering about food.

Every day since, he’d managed to bump into Theo in a similar state of undress and Liam’s nerves were starting to fray. He wondered if anyone noticed, but he thought he was keeping s kid on things pretty well. After all, as a teenage boy, he was used to unexpected, unexplainable trips to bonerville.

The softer moments though, those were what Liam knew would be his undoing. Seeing Theo sitting on his bed, reading, quiet and content. The soft brush of Theo’s hair against his hand. Hearing Theo singing along to some silly song on the radio with Liam’s mom while he helped her with dinner…Each little moment made Liam smile and his heart skip.

Nights were harder though.

At night, he often heard soft whimpers and cries from Theo’s room and he couldn’t help but investigate. The other boy seemed to know he was there and quieted, comforted by Liam’s presence.

Tonight, the nightmares seemed to be worse than usual. Without thinking, Liam stroked Theo’s fluffy hair back from his face and the other boy immediately jerked away, skittering back, curling against the wall and hugging his knees to his chest, eyes panicked.

“Hey, it’s just me,” Liam said, not wanting to further spook Theo.

Slowly, the older boy relaxed, still tee and curled in on himself. “Sorry, I….”

“Had a nightmare,” Liam concluded, settling down on the bed. “C’mon. You’ll sleep better if you’re not alone.”

That was how they ended up sleeping together on a fairly regular basis. Among the pack, a few eyebrows were raised and it was Jackson who pointed out, “You two are all over each other, scent wise.”

Liam was pretty sure it was Lydia who smuggled pamphlets about safe sex into his back pack…or maybe Ms. McCall.

The pamphlets going into detail about how 2 guys have sex, those could only have come from Stiles. His giggles were a sure give away in retrospect and Liam wished he’d had the forethought to check his bag as they left the pack meeting.

Instead, he’d just dumped his bag out onto the bed during a search for a pen. Theo was in the room of course to see the pamphlets that landed atop the pile of books, all bold text and bright, non-threatening drawings.

‘Why Lube is your new best friend!’

‘So you want to find your prostate (or someone else’s)!’

‘The ins and outs of going in an out!’

Wide eyed, Liam snatched up the damn pamphlets, going red in the face. “Damn it, Stiles!” he muttered, trying to shove them in a drawer, out of sight. “I swear, I’m gonna start putting a padlock on my bag….”

His voice trailed off when he saw Theo’s face, a moment before the other boy began to laugh.

“Oh, it’s good to know I’m not the only one,” Theo wheezed, opening his bag and displaying an array of pamphlets. One in particular made Liam gulp.

‘Bottoming for Beginners!’

Licking his lips, Liam cast a look at Theo and asked, “You don’t seem freaked out that they think…you know….”

“I’m not,” Theo replied, stepping closer. “Are you?”

“No!” Liam almost yelped, then took a breath, steadying himself. “No, I just wish…they wouldn’t try to be helpful. It’s kind of horrifying.”

The slow smile that crept across Theo’s face made Liam’s stomach flip in a very pleasant way. “Oh, I don’t know…I read some of the literature. It was far less traumatic than when I Googled ‘How to have gay sex’.”

Liam’s eyes grew wide at the idea of Theo looking into that on Google. “Oh my God!” he exclaimed, unable to hold back his laughter. “I…I bet that was….”

“So much porn,” Theo agreed solemnly before his composure broke and his laughter joined Liam’s. “So much truly disturbing porn.”

For several minutes, all they could do was laugh, nearly doubled over, clinging to each other in order to keep upright. Each time Liam felt like he was getting a hold of himself, he would meet Theo’s gaze and think of what kind of results that Google search had produced…and he would lose it again.

“Oh man,” Theo wheezed, head falling forward to rest on Liam’s shoulder. His hair brushed Liam’s neck, achingly soft and smelling of Liam’s own shampoo. The contact sent shivers through Liam, sobering him and her brought up a hand, cupping the back of Theo’s neck, thumb brushing along the other boy’s jaw.

In a matter of moments both boys quieted, the only sounds in the room their quiet breathing. Theo raised his head, looking searching into Liam’s eyes. He was so close, the skin under Liam’s fingers so warm and vital….

Later, neither could say who moved first, their lips coming together in a surprisingly tender kiss. Liam’s fingers slid up, burying themselves in Theo’s hair as the taller boy’s hands fell to Liam’s hips, one wrapping around to press at the small of his back, pulling him closer.

As far as first kisses went, it was pretty epic…or would have been, had Liam’s mom not interrupted them, shouting up the stairs to let them know dinner was ready.

Still, it was a hell of a kiss…and held the promise of far more to come.

TBC…….maybe? IDK, is this a good place to end it?

#fic #Thiam #Teen Wolf

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