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Hey! I read the fics you've written for Teddy Pierce from the Christmas Chronicles and I love them so much, I've been trying to look for more fics of him but can barely find any! I was wondering if you could write one where it's like right after Christmas and Teddy gets sick with the flu or the stomach bug or something and the reader ends up taking care of him even though he insists on powering through it on his own? No rush tho! :)

Stuck in The Sheets

"This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!"

[Sick Teddy Peirce X F! Reader]

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, teddy acting like he is dying, coughing and just being sick, Teddy has an attitude, Teddy is downbad, Reader is referred to as an angel (not in dialogue), Fragile masculinity? (teddy wants to be 'manly'), and first "I love you" is spoken.

Amazing request, I hope I did it justice! I already had them dating before, I don't know if you wanted a sick confession. I had so much fun writing this, to me personally, I feel like Teddy is a very mushy sick person. A "man cold" type. So I hope this matches with what you wanted! Thank you so much for the request, remember this is how I imagine things, so if you dislike it, make your own. ENJOY!

It was only a week after Christmas and Teddy blamed those "elves" Santa had for getting him this sick. Although his mother claimed it was just the flu, for all he knew it could be some form of rabies from them. Ok that was dramatic, but part of him believed this is what he got for not believing in Satna. This was his revenge. He was going to die, he had every right to be dramatic, he was bedridden. Coughing, his throat was ever so dry, he had a huge headache, and not to mention his temperature was 102 degrees. He felt like he was dying a pitiful death. He didn't want his girlfriend, you, to see him like this, but with his luck, his sister called you and asked you to come over. Forcing him to endure the pain of looking like a fool before you. He was thankful to an extent; he would have something pretty to look at before he went. You thought he was being unreasonable. He just needed to give it a few days and he would be ok. To him, you believed he thought it would never end.

Being the wonderful partner you were even though you had just gotten back from staying at your grandparents' house. Since that was where you had Christmas at. You made your way to his house after getting some distressing messages from his younger sister. Personally, you didn't remember when you gave her your number, but right now that didn't matter. You knocked on the door, his mother answered, inviting you in before telling you what you already knew. "Teddy isn't feeling the bes-" In the middle of her sentence his voice was heard yelling for his sister to leave his room. He sounded so sick, poor thing. You thanked her and excused yourself to be with your boyfriend. Climbing up the old steps to his childhood and present home, they creaked slightly. Gently you made your way to his door, something you were so used to. If the situation was opposite, it wouldn't be since he for some reason refused to enter through your door. He preferred your window late into the night, it seemed to be his favorite.

"Go away." He grumbled as you knocked on his door, causing a laugh to stir inside you. You opened the door anyway, slowly walking inside. His head turned slightly, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. Stumbling on his words in his sick voice, still managed to grumble out a few words, "I- I didn't mean that for you..K- Kate wouldn't leave me alone." Causing you to laugh, stepping inside his room fully. The door closing behind you with a small click. Just shaking your head at him. Gosh, he really was just an awkward teenage boy, but he was your awkward teenage boy. "You didn't need to come, I'm fine. Kate was being stupid, you just got back, go home." He continues. He knew it was most likely stupid and pointless, you weren't just going to leave. Especially because he looked terribly sick, like almost a Victorian child dying of the plague. You weren't going to leave. How could you? Even if your lovely, angsty and 'manly' boyfriend insists he will be fine.

You let out a small laugh again, walking closer to him. Before sitting down beside him on his bed. He was sitting up so he was only a few inches from you. "I brought you soup, it's downstairs with your mom." He shook his head, obviously annoyed with you. Sometimes he hated how nice you were, hated how kind you were to him even before dating. Gosh, even when you both were playfully bickering the words you spoke never sounded harsh. You were an angel, everyone in town knew that. Why did you pick a kid who stole and hijacked cars? That was beyond him. That didn't mean he was ungrateful, he loved you to death. He didn't want to be the first to say those three words. He was supposed to be the man. Right?

He grimaced at your words, still a bit lost in thought. "I'm fine I promise, you can go home and unpack." Stopping himself before he said please. He couldn't remember the last time he truly said that word. He knew you wouldn't leave, even if he pleaded with you. That just wasn't who you were. Couldn't blame him for at least asking. Sitting beside him, you wrapped him into a hug. Catching him off guard a bit, he hugged you back, holding in a cough. To not force the moment to end due to your worries. But it was bound to happen as soon as you pulled back, he started coughing like a maniac. Causing you to hand him is water that sat on his side table. He nodded slightly as a thanks. Amid his coughing he managed to speak, "I'm serious. I'm fine." Now you were getting annoyed at him, he was obviously not fine. He was sick, very sick. Why wouldn't he just let you take care of him?

You shook your head slightly, playfully. "If you're not sick I'm Jack Frost himself, don't give me that." The words spoken had a hint of an attitude, but he kept giving you an answer you weren't going to take. He knew that, his sister knew that, even his own mother knew that. No matter what, you would still be here. "We both know I'm not going anywhere, you're stuck with me." Smiling, you pull him into another hug. This hug was more playful than the other one. His head was in the crook of your neck as you pulled back slightly, resting your forehead on his. It was so sappy he thought he may throw up, at least that's what he would tell his friends. He wouldn't tell them how he wanted to relish in the moment until he felt better. He was so in love it hurt but he couldn't say...

"I love you." It was faint, almost too faint. If he was too lost in thought, he would have missed those three words you spoke. His cheeks flushed up, unaware of how red your cheeks had become. Letting out a shaken breath, he spoke as softly as you spoke those three words, "You love me?" You nodded shyly, your foreheads still pressed together. Quickly he pulled back his eyes, finally softened speaking even more quietly, "I love you too." A smile crossed your face at his words. His face was almost as red as Saint Nick's hat.

He pulled you close, he wanted to kiss you. More like needed to kiss you but you pushed him away. Not wanting to get sick. He frowned, looking like one of those sad puppies on commercials wanting you to buy their product. "This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!" He furrowed his eyebrows, he was going to get that kiss. "Come on, you told me you loved me today. I think I should get a complimentary kiss." Now he was just acting a bit cocky. Can't blame a man for trying, could you? You shook your head for probably the hundredth time today. Laughing slightly at his child-like antics.

It was getting late and your parents would rather die than let you sleep over at your boyfriend's house. They nonstop said "hormonal teenagers can't be trusted". Whatever, you smiled before leaving. Making sure he knew where the soup you brought him was and that he could call you in the afternoon tomorrow. You didn't want him randomly calling you at 3am even though that was most likely what would happen. Kissing his forehead before you left, to his fake displeasure. His eyes couldn't hide how he felt, it was the biggest look of love you had ever seen. Then you exited the room. The same small click behind you as you shut the door to leave. Saying goodbye to his mother and sister before walking home. It took you a bit, but after you got home, you laid in your bed for a while.

Starting to unpack your clothing and other stuff from Christmas up in Chicago with your grandparents, you felt something in your throat. Before you started to cough. That damn boyfriend of yours.

Thank you so much for reading this, this is my first request so I hope I did well. Christmas in February?! Yes yes I know, not to mention I have a few drafts I should post. But let me know if you have any more requests! Love you all! If you see any grammar mistakes or spelling, just let me know! I'll fix it right away to make sure everyone has a wonderful reading experience.

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Ponyboy would like your blue eyes, they would remind him of dally piercing and bright, staring deep into his under the moonlight, acting as his own summer sky during the nightfall. 

Ponyboy would like your green eyes, even though he hated most people with them. They would show him that there could always be a change in mind and heart.

Ponyboy would like your hazel eyes, the colors all together reminding him of the sky during the sunset. The blues and greens and some brown blending to make a beautiful grey sky in them.

Ponyboy would like your black eyes, they would remind him of Johnny, his innocence and how there is always some good in the world. He shouldn’t ever forget it.

Ponyboy would like your brown eyes, that gold tint in the sunlight reminding him of the sun during the rise and fall of night. That the only thing gold that will stay is you,

And those eyes that he loves so dearly. 

Kiss Under the Mistletoe

"A kiss? Can I get just a bit more,..."

Teddy Peirce X F! Smart Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Warning(s): Making out, underage drinking (not teddy or reader), fluff, a tiny misunderstanding (readers end), Language/cursing, sexual? (They just really touch), People walking in on or interrupting a make out, bad grammar, writing, and spelling.

Reminder: Don't forget to be safe if you are parting make sure to bring a friend or two, and always put your drunk friend on their side so if they pass out, they don't choke. I don't approve of anyone underage drinking it's just for the fanfiction.

A party? You mentally slapped yourself in the face for letting your friend know about it, getting to be the one dragged to it. The Friday of said party was great, just before Christmas break, everyone finished with finals everyone was in an amazing mood. Dreading the party you make your way home, it's not like you don't like parties, just you didn't really like the thought of being surrounded by drunk people on a Friday night.

After getting dressed in a red dress to fit the Christmas theme of the party your friends and you make your way to the party. Only being a block away from your own home. Upon arrival you hang your coats up and walk into the living room where all the dancing and drinks were. You were questioning making a run for it, greeting you was a half-naked guy yelling to another one that new people were here or as he said, "Fresh meat." was here. Ignoring him you made your way to the probably spiked punch bowl, taking some and having a sip. Yeah. Tequilla filled your taste buds, and you spit the drink put and set the cup down.

You liked parties but seriously, shirtless guys that weren't like the movies and walking into people making out or worse, fucking? Those thoughts made you not go up the stairs, walking outside you sat down on a small bench. "Seems like you could use some company." A voice said, turning around you are met with a "gang" kid? Or Teddy Pierce. Brown hair, brown eyes, he was quite attractive. "I guess." Not wanting to sound rude for not saying anything. He sits down next to you. Sitting in silence the loud party music and people in the background.

Hearing a scoff or a laugh he tried stopping you looked over, asking what was funny. He pointed up. Mistletoe. "So? Do I get a kiss?" You laugh, "Did you come out here just for a kiss from me?" He looked at you a tiny smirk on his face, "So what if I did? Who wouldn't want a kiss from you? Top of her grade, honors student, chess champ, I mean honestly your any guy like mines dream." You froze. He knew who you were? Sure, he was right about all those things, but someone like him?

Stuttering out words, "I mean if you came all this way for a kiss." He smiled, personally you did see him and his friends talking and laughing before he followed you. Did he really need to know, you knew? I mean hell your first time getting a Christmas kiss, it counts even if it is a bet.

Leaning in, he gives you a kiss. The kiss tasted like peppermint, and hot chocolate. Expecting him to pull back, you move back a bit, he didn't like that. He moved over, still kissing you rougher. He pulled back, letting you both get some oxygen. You honestly thought he was going to run back over to his friends and get the $20 or something they would give him for winning the bet. Moving back once again, he speaks "Just A kiss? Can I get just a bit more, think of it as a Christmas gift?" Smiling as he spoke.

What the fuck? Confused you ask, "Is this a joke? Part of the bet or something?" More confused is all you could say to describe how he looked at you. "Bet, joke, what are you talking about you think I'm going to kiss someone who I haven't liked since freshman year?" Now what is going on, your confused and so is he. "Well, I didn't know..." Maybe that wasn't really going to help you, but could he really blame you? His friends were known for that. Huffing he sighs, "Yeah I know. Now you do I guess." Silents follows before he smirks, when you can look at him again. "So, about another kiss?"

You laugh, "I guess you can have another one, but what would my Christmas gift be?" The smirk on his face increased to what you can only describe as devilish, he grabbed your hand and walked you threw the party and into a room. "Did you think you're getting lucky? Cause that's not going to happen, sweetheart." He smiles at you.

"Never, that's for our one-year anniversary." Maybe he was a better guy than you thought, "Oh? When would that be?" Opening the door and leading you into the room, "Today, next year. If you let me be your boyfriend." Let him? Damn he was messing with your heart. "And why wouldn't I let you?" He led to near the bed, laughing, "Well I'm not the best example." Sitting on the bed and patting a spot for you, you sat next to him. "I don't think so, so yeah I will let you be my boyfriend. But after this party I'm going to need a date. To truly tell." Smiling you look over at him, he is also smiling.

Leaning over you kiss him. He kissed you back in an instant, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you to him. You pull back from the kiss, that's when he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. Pulling you in for another kiss. This time he bites on you bottom lip quite hard, making you gasp, giving enough room for his tongue to slip in. His tongue easily becomes more dominate, pulling you against him. You felt like hours went by of you two just kissing, his hands moving from your waists to your thighs or ass. Anything he could get his hands on without breaking a kiss or pulling back.

You heard people walking coming and going around you, thinking no one was entering the room you both took up. Soon you hear your name being called, a door open, and a gasp and giggle. You turn around the friends you came with were standing in the door frame, watching as Teddy nipped and kissed on your neck. One of them spoke, "We have to leave, she is drunk as hell and your mom called me." You quickly climb off him, apologizing before running out the door.

He just smirked. He may be on the naughty list, but he would be on it forever if it meant every Christmas that was his present. Hurrying out of the party himself needing to determine where he was going to take you for your first date. As he walked in threw door his siter Kate sat there looking at him, their father's old video camera in hand. "A thief Teddy...wait till I tell mom about this!" Everything fell apart. Or did it?

I apologize for taking so long, Christmas was chaotic, and I had no motivation. I will try to post more since, there is like no fics or oneshots for him. I'm running out of ideas though. I will try and post as much as possible though. And thank you guys for 10 likes! If you want to be tagged every time, I post one don't be shy to comment and ask.