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keep you warm — liam dunbar

summary ; in which y/n is sick and in need of liam dunbar’s cuddles. [191017]

warnings ; none

word count ; 1.6k

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YOU FOUND YOURSELF awake still, into the late depths of the night. You sniffled lightly, and wrapped one of the many blankets crowding your bed tighter around your shivering body. With a harsh pounding against your skull, a sore throat, and despite the high temperatures gracing the summer season and the warmth spreading across your skin, a series of cold shivers - you were once again reminded of the sickness that had burdened your day (and now night too, apparently).

It took no genius to figure out you’d gotten incredibly sick. It also took no genius to figure out that you probably looked as rough as you felt. But that didn’t stop you from opening the cocoon of covers for your hand to slip out and blindly reaching for your phone on your bedside table through the inky shadows of the night, a grouchy groan slipping from your lips as you grasped the expensive object between your fingers and swiped to unlock.

You didn’t make an attempt to contain the string of croaky, expletive syllables that sounded with a painful sting under your breath as the glaring screen illuminated the dark room and brought burning tears to your squinting eyes, your mood decreasing more and more into the depths of brooding and dispiritedness as the minutes ticked further into the warm night.

Mildly unconscious of your actions, your thumbs pressed against your boyfriend’s name in your contacts and brought the phone up to the shell of your ear - listening to the repetitive dial tone with the ghost of a weak smile on your chapped lips, waiting patiently until the opposing side picked up. A few moments later, he did, and a muffled ruffling was heard as you softly called out his name,  “Li?”

“(Y/N)?” The comfort of Liam’s voice travelled through the speaker and reached your ears in hushed whispers. Without realising it, the press of a crestfallen weight, that had pushed harshly against your chest prior, lifted, and you already found yourself feeling slightly better.

Your head tilted to the side, your weary eyes peering over the clocked perched on the bedside cabinet, identifying the hands on the face to read half one in morning. With that acknowledgement, a burst of guilt swept through your fatigued being, “O-Oh, shit, Liam - I’m sorry, I didn’t realise it was so late-”

“Hey, hey,” He interrupted softly, and your rushed words fell to a faded silence, “What’s going on, baby? You sound sick - are you sick?”

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any fics where Stiles is a dad and pining Derek or vise versa?

For youuu 😇

One Hale of a Sandwich

Summary: Stiles in bed isn’t really something Derek should be thinking about.

Ever.

Because the person who normally picks Lily up from school? Is Scott.

Lily’s other parent. And Stiles’s partner.

Not to mention the entire source of Derek’s current misery.

AKA, the one in which Derek thinks Scott and Stiles are in a relationship and that they want to threesome with Derek.

Spoiler Alert? They aren’t and they don’t.

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What It Means To Stay

Summary: Derek’s kid thinks that this Stiles person at daycare is the greatest thing since sliced bread. Derek eventually has to concede that his daughter may have a point.

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Hot Single Dad Derek Hale

Summary: Wherein Derek is a Hot Single Dad, possibly with a little case of martyrdom, and Stiles is the newest client at his publishing house who really just wants to make him happy. Preferably while they’re both naked.

He doesn’t get to talk to Stiles a whole lot - and it’s fine, it’s professional and polite, but there is a little something that lights up in him when he thinks about him, sees him. Derek’s life has been mostly about preschool and Big Hero 6 and extra-curricular activities for so long now that it’s a shock to the system when he finds himself pre-occupied with something so… adult.

And there are many, many adult things on his mind where Stiles is concerned.

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Cause I Built a Home (For You, For Me)

Summary: Mechanic!Derek and Daddy!Stiles

Derek Hale is a mechanic in the sleepy town of Beacon Hills, where he has lived all of his life. He spends his day in a simple routine: wake up, fix cars, go home, sleep. It’s what he’s good at, and it keeps things simple and uncomplicated. Derek doesn’t let people in and remains emotionally distant from everyone except his sister, Laura, and her daughter. This all changes when Boyd tows in an old blue Jeep that needs a lot of work and Derek meets the owner of said Jeep.

Because once Derek meets Stiles and his kids, he can’t stop himself from caring. And he doesn’t want to stop.

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October 19, 1917 - Last Major Zeppelin Raid Over Britain, Airships Take Heavy Losses

Pictured - By late 1917 Britain’s defenses had considerably evolved. These barrage balloons tow a heavy steel cable that forces airplanes to fly at a predictable height where anti-aircraft guns could concentrate their fire.

While Germany’s naval campaign continued to sow chaos, the air service fared less well. Improved anti-aircraft defenses over Britain had cost the Imperial Air Service heavily in costly airships, and only six Zeppelin raids had been made over England over all of 1917, with heavy bombers taking up more of the missions. Nevertheless the Zeppelin lobby in Germany remained strong. The ability to fly high overhead the range of guns and airplanes was a chief strength of the airship. In October strong winds allowing flight at high altitudes, so the Zeppelins got another chance.

Unfortunately for the airship’s defenders, the raid went awry. The weather allowed the eleven airships to fly so high that Britons called the attack “the silent raid,” because nothing could be heard till the bombs fell. But 60 mile-per-hour winds scattered the Zeppelins, with only one managing to drop its payload on London. Four blew over German-occupied France, one crash-landed, another fell into French hands and a final one disappeared without a trace over the Mediterranean Sea.

  • Lauren [about Camila]: I am not in love with her. She was very upset about something and I comforted her, as a friend.
  • Dinah: What do you mean comforted her?
  • Lauren: It was nothing. I just... gave her a hug.
  • Dinah: Ah, hah! A classic sign of love, THE HUG!
  • Lauren: It's also a sign of friendship.
  • Dinah: Yeah, not in your case lovey-loverson.