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Possible trigger warning.

Daniel's (Dan's) POV-

It is a chilly autumn morning here in Beacon Hills. The air has a certain nip about it that bites into the core of people. It's also that time of year when students are either ill, having a mental breakdown, drowning in work or all of them. I am all of them. But what the cold wind and the low temperatures doesn't help is my left leg.

All of my whole seventeen years of life I've had this chronic pain throughout the whole of my left leg. The doctors said it would be a miracle if I even walked. I did walk; but at a price. I have to use a cane or a walking stick. That's hard. That's hard when you're in elementary and no one understands why you always have a stick and they take it to sword fight. That's hard when you're in junior school and as well as all the depressing sides of puberty you are teased for not being able to walk without a cane. No, kids can be cruel but teenagers? They're worst. Because of all of these factors including the immense, constant pain I am addicted to my prescription painkiller pills.

You see when I moved to Beacon Hills just before high school I was so nervous. My anxiety levels were through the roof. I thought I'd never be truly accepted or that because I have to use a cane to walk, that people would think of me as less of a person. Not only do I use a cane, I am gay. That makes me an even bigger target for cruelty and bullying. I just hope no one hits my bullseye.

As expected, people stared: but it wasn't in disgust or pity. It was in curiosity. That, that was new. Now, curiosity did kill the cat so some apologised when I explained. They then went about their daily life. Not all of them did though and one example is my three month boyfriend Stiles.

Oh Stiles, Stiles is just the cutest thing ever. He has my same dry humour and sarcastic manner. Stiles is extremely caring for me and is ever so kind. Stiles does it because he cares for me, not because he's my carer. Stiles is so loving and I try to be too but I've never really had many friendships before nevermind relationships. So yeah, I struggle with relationships but I honestly do love my Stiles. So I try for him.

As I've said I am ill, having yet another mental breakdown probably and drowning in work. I'm sinking further and further with work because I'm ill, which is making the mental breakdown worse.

"Mornin' Dan." Stiles mumbles from beside me, "How are you feeling?"

I have the flu. I refuse to go to the hospital and doctors so me and Stiles reached a compromise: he will stay with me.

"S-still ill." I mutter, cold as ice.

Stiles gets out of the double bed very gently and grabs another warm, thick blanket and lays it on me. I instantly feel a lot warmer.

"There you go baby." Stiles smiles ever so sweetly.

"Stiles?"

"Yes?"

"I've been thinking-"

"Well, that's dangerous."

So I throw his pillow at him and he laughs.

"I'm not the sort of guy that you deserve nor the sort of person you are looking for." I say glumly.

Stiles sits on the bed next to me, swivels round, goes cross-legged position and sighs.

"Dan-"

"No Stiles," I take a breath, "I don't want you to go falling for me."

I manage to bring myself to look at my precious boyfriend and I spot a tear in his eye.

"Daniel, listen to me" Now he takes a breath, "The first second I saw you I couldn't get over how gorgeous you were. I immediately knew that I wanted to get to know you. It's too late for me falling for you - I already have." Stiles let's a tear or two slip.

"Of course I had to go fuck everything up!" I shout, "Please, don't cry."

"W-why are you doing this, Dan?" Stiles asks all teary which breaks my heart.

"You knew exactly who I was when this started. I don't see why you're so surprised. Plus, nobody cares!" I say angrily, sitting up.

"I care!"

"See all I do is hurt you, Stiles."

"You're a wonderful person, don't ever forget that. I'd do anything for you Dan, anything. I can't imagine my life without you, okay, I can't." Stiles wipes his tears on his Batman hoodie sleeve, "I'm not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again. I promise."

I'm a bit shell shocked but Stiles always knows how to make me feel better, he always knows how to make me feel loved.

"I love you b-but I'm terri-fied." I say, choking on my words.

Stiles comes rushing towards me and we clasp to each other in a warm embrace.

"I know and I love you too Daniel." Stiles whispers in my ear, stroking my hair.

"I'm sorry."

"I know."

"Can we stay like this for a while? It's nice."

"Yes. You'll feel better after some food anyway. I love you Dan."

"I love me too."

"You're such a dork."

"Yeah but I'm your dork."

"Stiles shut up, you're choking me with your cliche." I laugh.

"That's not the only thing I can choke you with." Stiles says mischievously.

I really hope you like this Solvesborg. I really like this imagine anyway. It's something new I have tried. It may not be the longest imagine ever but I think I've included everything you've asked for and the length seems fine to me. Also I did not know what to call it so I hope you like the title I came up with?

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