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[shuttsy-bo-buttsy-for-huttsy]

Troy Stecher imagine

A/N: 100% self indulgent, I also just love Stechy a lot.

Warnings: one swear word (depending on your idea of swearing- is "piss" a swear?) ; it's 1am and I wrote it in one go, guess if it's edited ; maximum self-indulgence

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It was past midnight, closer to 1am, now. More than 2 hours since you settled in bed to sleep. You laid on your side of the bed wide awake, staring into the darkness of you and Troy's shared bedroom listening to the snoring of both him and of Phoebe by your feet.

This was the third night in a row that you couldn't sleep. Your thoughts, the noises from the city below, your neighbors above, it seemed like everything was keeping you from sleep, your ears extra sensitive with the lack of light taking your sight.

You heaved a light sigh, gently pushing yourself up as to not wake up the lucky two sharing your bed. You wrapped yourself in a blanket that had fallen on the floor before heading to the kitchen. 'Maybe some tea will help,' you thought hopefully.

After filling the kettle and turning it on, you took your sweet time trying to decide on what you wanted. You were more focused on the task at hand than you thought, as you didn't hear the footsteps getting closer to the kitchen, and didn't notice you weren't alone until Troy flicked on the kitchen light, making you jump. You did, however, manage to keep yourself from yelling in surprise.

"What are you doing up?" You asked, picking up the box of tea you dropped. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

Troy shook his head through a yawn as he walked towards you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Nah, Phoebe realized you were gone and decided to take over the entire bed," he mumbled, obviously still half asleep.

You let out a small chuckle, leaning your head against Troy's bare shoulder.

Troy reached around you and grabbed two mugs from the shelf and set them on the counter as the water finished boiling. You poured water into both mugs before realizing that there wasn't anything in them.

"I need to sleep more than I thought," you joked quietly to yourself, placing a teabag into your cup from a random box in front of you and quickly fixed it up as you usually did. Troy did the sandwich his drink, and the two of you made your way back to your bedroom with your teas.

Settling back into bed, you sipped your tea as Troy once again wrapped his arms around you.

"What's been keeping you up this time?" he asked. 'This time.' You hated that he had to say that; this was far from the first time this had happened. Sleep was hard to come by sometimes. A lot of times, actually. And it never went unnoticed by your boyfriend. He always noticed when you couldn't sleep, even if he didn't realize until the morning when you were groggier than normal.

"Everything. Nothing ever stops, even at ungodly hours of the night." Just as you said that, you heard a car speeding down the street below, horn blaring as they passed. You sighed, but started laughing, as did Troy.

"There anything I can do to help?" He asked as he calmed back down. You looked over at him, finding the lights from outside reflecting in his eyes and gently illuminating his face. You could stare at the sight for hours.

"I still don't know. Trust me, Troy, the minute I figure it out, you'll be the first to know," you said, downing half your tea in one go, hoping it would help somehow.

Troy leaned his head against your, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

The two of you sat in silence a little longer, finishing your drinks, before moving back down the bed and back under the covers together. Troy pulled you closer to him, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and back, settling one hand on the side of your ribs and letting his other hand rest on your thigh- though it didn't stay resting for long, as he soon started running it over the outside of your thigh, up to your hip and back down, repeating this over and over.

You pressed your face into the junction of his neck and shoulder, placing a quick kiss there as you did, just over the ever-present hickey that resided there. Troy laughed as you did, causing you to look up at him in confusion.

"Ben asked the other day if that was a tattoo or something, or if I had a birthmark that he never noticed before," he explained through his haughter. You laughed quietly with him, laying your head back down.

"There have been worse tattoos, to be fair," you mumbled. You felt him nod in agreement.

"Yeah, but I think the funniest part of it was Brock nearly pissing himself laughing," he said. You and Troy kept talking quietly like that for a while, before you started nodding off.

You felt Troy tighten his grip around you slightly and kiss your head. At the same time, Phoebe decided that she wanted attention, too, cuddling into Troy's other side and laying her head on your arm that was sprawled across Troy's stomach.

The last thing you remember clearly before falling asleep was Troy whispering "I love you" against your hair.

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You woke up in the morning to a brightly-coloured piece of paper on Troy's bedside table. You rubbed your eyes before grabbing it. "Didn't want to wake you, went for a run w/ Brock. Will wake you up when I get back. Love you, Troy"

"Well at least you left the dog to keep me company," you mumbled to yourself through a small laugh as you ran your hand over Phoebe's side.

You got up and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Glancing at the clock you saw it read 8:30, the earliest you'd seen it all week.

Not long after, the boys returned from their run, talking back and forth about something they'd seen while out.

"What a treat, Sleeping Beauty is awake. And in the morning, too! It's a miracle!" Brock exclaimed when he saw you. You let out a chuckle and flipped him off.

He raced towards you, arms stretched out as if he wanted to give you a hug. Normally this would be more than welcome, he was one of your best friends after all, but he was covered in sweat, and you could smell him and Troy from across the room.

You tried to dodge Brock, and while you did manage that, you were caught by your wonderful, sweaty boyfriend, who kept you still as Brock joined in for a group hug.

"Remind me why I live with the two of you?" You joked.

"Because you love me," Troy said above you. "And I think I'm stuck with Brock, so suck to be you I guess."

The three of you laughed and joked a bit more before Brock headed to the bathroom to shower.

"So how was your sleep my love?" Troy asked, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and kissing lightly, just as you had done to him a few hours before.

"Good, good. I slept, which is the important thing," you replied, turning to face him. "Thank you."

"Anything for you," he said with a smile, leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips.

"Now we just need to see if we can get you to sleep just as easily tonight," Troy said pulling back. "That's gonna be my sole purpose from now on, trying to figure out for sure how to help you sleep."

You hummed in amusement, "my hero."

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Jacob Markstrom imagine

Based on an ask I sent to @onesmileyflower ;

"Imagine the day before Jacob Markstrom leaves for a roadie, spending some time helping him make sure everything's in order, then just lounging on the couch, either wrapped in his arms on his lap, or laying on top of him (bc he's absolutely fuckhuge) watching a movie that you've seen a million times, randomly kissing one another anywhere you can reach- lips, shoulders, necks, arms, anywhere- and talking about nothing and everything."

Warnings: vague mention of anxiety, based off of my own anxiety; one whole swear word.

A/N: I legitimately haven't written anything in at least 2 years, so I'm a little rusty. Also largely unedited.

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Placing the last of the clothes that had been laid out on the bed into the suitcase next to them, you sat back and sighed. You were helping your boyfriend pack for a two-week road trip, not because he needed or asked for it, but for your own piece of mind, to know for sure that everything was ready early so you could spend as much time with him as possible before he left.

This had become a common occurrence since you and Jacob started dating. You helped him pack and he helped you calm your nerves about him being away. It's wasn't that you distrusted him, far from it. You just worried that he would get hurt, and that thought had a tendency to consume you, as he learned quickly.

Jacob entered your shared bedroom, a handful of things from outside of the room that he might need while away. He smiled softly as he placed everything in his bag, feeling your warm gaze on his face. Closing the bag, he grabbed it and your hand at the same time, pulling you gently to the living room, setting the case down by the doorway in the process.

Jacob sat himself on the couch, dragging you down with him. You sat on his lap, falling perfectly into his embrace, his arms secure around your midsection. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and kiss it gently, making your body involuntarily recoil, a quick laugh escaping your mouth. You felt him smile against your skin before resting his chin on your shoulder.

Looking out the window at the snow covering everything, you suddenly felt the cold you'd been ignoring for the past hour, which didn't go unnoticed by Jacob.

"You wanna just watch a movie and cuddle for a while?" He asked quietly at your ear, reaching for the remote on the arm of the couch.

"That sounds perfect," you sighed. Turning your head, you were met by Jacob's neck as he looked to the remote to find the button he was looking for. You leaned in and press a kiss to the side of his neck, just an inch below his ear, eliciting a giggle from the large man. A wide smile spread across your face as you repeated the action, just below where you kissed before.

Jacob finished fumbling with the remote, playing a movie from the "watch it again" section on Netflix for background noise, knowing that neither of you would be paying much attention to it. On the day before he leaves for a road trip, you and Jacob always just cuddle and talk; movies usually were only played to fill the silence that you both know fuels your anxiety.

You felt him tug you back lightly, a silent request to lay down. You stood up quickly to let him lay down, then laid on top of him, laying your stomach on his. Jacob guided you as you laid down, positioning your head just under his chin, then laid his hands across your back, rubbing slow circles and other patterns through your shirt.

A quiet chuckle rumbled through his chest, bouncing you slightly. You looked up at him curiously, meeting his bright and shining eyes.

"Do you remember," he began, pausing to laugh quickly to himself again. "Do you remember on our first date, the lady walking her pet goat?" It was your turn to laugh at the memory. Jacob had nearly cried laughing- though it wasn't really funny enough to warrant it- at the sight of a poshly-dressed, middle-aged woman walking her pet goat, wearing matching sweaters, down Main Street in your hometown.

"How could I forget? That was what made me realize just how much I love you. The way you laughed, I never wanted it to end," you replied.

He smiled down at you and placed a quick kiss on your nose, then forehead, and both of your temples. You repositioned yourself, just a little higher than you were, so you were closer to his face, and pecked his lips, repeating the action a few times before somewhat focusing on the movie.

You moved your arms up to support your head a little more so that it wasn't on a downward angle, resting on your large boyfriend's collar area, your forearm resting just beside his ear. Jacob turned his head, his lips gently brushing against the skin of your arm, sending goosebumps across your skin.

For the next little while, he alternated between ghosting over your skin, and placing feather-light kisses wherever he could reach. You did the same with the exposed skin on his neck and collar bone.

Few words were spoken during this time, both of you enjoying the goosebumps appearing on each others skin and the little laughs that made their way out from time to time.

You turned your head back to face Jacob again, shifting your weight shortly after so that your forearms were on either side of his head, supporting your head and you propped yourself up a bit more.

You started spouting out random, nonsense questions, peppering kisses all over his face between them, not only because it was fun, but because it meant you got to hear Jacob's laugh, occasionally his voice, too, if he could come up with answers to your questions. He also fired some back, shocking you every time with how ridiculous they all were. But that was the point, really. Making each other laugh and feel better in general, even on good days, was always the goal with you two.

Two movies later, you had both run out of nonsensical questions to ask, and had settled for actually watching the movie for once. Your head was tucked back into the crook of Jacob's neck, and your hands were resting one on his upper arm and the other at the back of his neck. His cheek was pressed against the top of your head, both arms locked around your back.

You were both nearly asleep at that point, though also both too stubborn and borderline-desperate to admit it, wanting to stay in each others embrace as long as possible. Jacob kept pressing soft kisses on top of your head as you rubbed slow circles on his arm, enjoying the warmth of his body surrounding you.

A silent "oh, fuck" was heard just above you. You looked up at Jacob with a cocked eyebrow.

"It's nearly midnight, if we wanna both actually be up in the morning we should head to bed soon," he said, a little louder than before.

You sighed, propping yourself up a bit before leaning back down to kiss his lips, a little harder and more passionately than you had been since laying down, a kiss which Jacob gladly returned with just as much passion.

Pulling apart, you reluctantly got up, both of you getting ready for bed. As soon as the TV was off, Jacob grabbed you by the waist and picked you up bridal-style. He carried you quickly to your bedroom before you could do anything more than squeak in surprise.

As soon as you reached the bedroom, Jacob threw you gently on the bed, immediately crawling in next to you and pulling the covers over you both.

You quickly curled into his side, kissing his shoulder as you did. He pulled your leg across his body, trying to achieve the same feeling of closeness as you had earlier. After a few moments of rearranging limbs and adjusting positions, you both sink further into the bed.

"I love you," you sighed into Jacob's neck, placing yet another gently kiss on his skin. His arms tightened around you quickly as he kissed the top if your head.

"I love you too," he mumbled into your hair between kisses.