#he got sap on his face and climbed into my lap to show me

[let-love-run-red]

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#yall i love my Koda boy so much id die for him #he hasnt been feeling good lately its just a mix of a bunch kf stuff #he got into tree sap #ate too much grass and got sick #and found a rotten egg in our yard somehow and got sick again #and every time he didnt feel good he came to me and climbed into my lap and huffed like he was crying?? and just stayed until he felt better #he got sap on his face and climbed into my lap to show me #he let me wipe his face and fiss for half an hour until i figured out using vegetable oil would take it off #then sat there for another fifteen while i got it out of his fur and washed the oil out and dried him off #then he put his little head in my hands and fell asleep while i dried his neck off #and when he got sick he immediately ran over and curled up between my feet so i put him outside while i cleaned up #and when i let him back in he climbed into my lap on the couch which is something he rarely does because he gets hor #and just fell aslepe while i pet him and rubbed his ears he ks SUCH a good boy #the amount of love and trust he has for me is overwhelming because hes just a good boy and loves people and trusts everyone and hes so pure? #a truly good boy #Koda #empress rants #empress speaks

[stormy-skies-falling]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕥

about: dreamwastaken x reader, sapnap, georgenotfound, karl jacobs, quackity

warning(s): swearing, suggestive comment, shenanigans, sapnap and dream being idiots

pronouns: none specified

word count: 2.6k+

note: ANON THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA AND I LOVED WRITING THIS!!! Kisses! <3 (Link to original ask is here!)

summary: Dream's haircut stream takes an unexpected turn

It’s been a few weeks since Dream face-revealed and the internet is raving about his upcoming facecam stream. Even then, the excitement hadn’t even died down since the second wave of hair pictures. The same ones he claimed he needed a haircut on. Conveniently enough, what better time to get your haircut than while streaming? Right, George? It also worked out that I have quite a bit of experience when it comes to hair, so Dream’s hair won’t get totally botched… hopefully.

I set down the hair scissors on my boyfriend’s desk, the last thing we needed for the stream. With a sigh, my hands go to my hips as I make sure everything is accounted for. Hair scissors? Check. Trimmers and razor? Check. Shaving cream? Check. The main supplies seem to be here and the stream is all ready to go. Now for the star of the show.

Speaking of– Dream walks into the room, he paces for a few beets before flopping into his chair, a nervous look on his face.

“Everything alright, Love?” I ask, furrowing my brows at my boyfriend’s distress. The man huffs as he brings me to his seated figure and crashes his head into my stomach. I bring my hand up to his fluffy hair, running it through the soft locks. Clay practically purrs at the attention. Cute.

“Just nervous. That's all.” Dream sighs with contentment as I massage his scalp, hugging me even closer. 

“It’s okay to be nervous, you know.” I say, tilting up his chin with my free hand. “You’ll do great, just like you always do.” I give the man below me a kiss on his nose, causing his face to go pink and the normally confident man to get all bashful. 

Dre sends me a shy smile and shortly follows it with a kissy face, because he has no shame. I giggle at the sight but oblige to his wishes anyway. How could I ever say no to him?

 Bending down to kiss him with such little contact doesn’t seem good enough for my boyfriend, instead he decides that pulling me into his lap would be a better option. Good with me.

“Well how’d you get here!” Dream teases with a toothy grin. He’s definitely back.

“Oh I don’t know! How ever could I have gotten here?” I giggle. Dream cups my face with his hand and I lean into his comfort. “It’s not like I have a clingy boyfriend or anything.”

“Nope, not clingy at all.” A soft laugh erupts from my mouth before Clay meets our lips in a gentle kiss, but our smiles and giggles subside as the kiss deepens. So much for short and sweet. 

I tilt my head to deepen the kiss further wanting to be as close to him as possible. Clay seems to have the same idea as he lifts my hips, one hand threading in my hair and the other on the back of my thigh. “Pretty.” Clay hums through the kiss, breaking away for barely a second before diving back in. 

“You guys done?” A voice interrupts, making me go frigid and the man under my groan in annoyance. How in the world did we not hear him come in?

“Sap, have you still not learned to knock?” Dream whines, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, face noticeably hot. 

“I did. Four times. You two were too busy sucking each other's faces off to notice.” The younger man deadpans. Oh yeah.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” I say sheepishly, finally meeting Sapnap’s stare. Still embarrassed that we got walked in on. Again.

 I wiggle out of my boyfriend's grasp and climb off his lap, earning me a sad whine from the man. “Oh you’ll be fine you big baby. Besides, you have a stream to start.” Now he’s pouting even more.

“Yeah, I wanna see your hair get messed up.” George says as he bursts into the office.

“You realize Y/n’s doing it right?” Sapnap notes, leading George to pout.

“I thought we were going to do it. I’ll actually turn out decent if Y/n does it!” Dream scoffs at George’s comment and makes grabby hands towards me. I roll my eyes and oblige to my clingy boyfriend’s wishes, not that I mind anyway.

“Shut up George. You’re just mad that you have to pay for your haircuts and they still turn out crappy.” Dream grumbles, cuddling into my side.

Everyone else’s eyes blew wide at the comment, jaws dropped. The silence in the room is deafening, no one dared to utter a word in the hopes of not setting anyone (*cough* George) off. 

“You’re sassy tonight.” Sapnap notes, breaking the thick tension in the room. I mean he’s not wrong.

“Hmm,” I purse my lips and shift my gaze over to the time displayed on the computer screen: it reads 5:00 p.m. “Well, it looks like it’s about time to start the stream!” The Dream Team’s attention moves over to my figure, checking them back to the present.

The reminder kicks us into high gear: Dream gives me one last kiss on my shoulder and finally lets me go, running back to his room to change his clothes; free from my boyfriend’s hold, grab his phone and post/tweet the stream reminders; Sapnap and George run downstairs to grab Karl and Quackity from the couch to complete the full set of feral boys. 

An eruption of notifications came in, from all our phones, at the announcement of Dream’s facecam stream. If Clay was worried about not many people showing up, I don’t think he would have to worry. 

My boyfriend rushes back into the room, hair disheveled and eyes blown wide. “Are you okay?” I ask, thoroughly confused.

“I just tripped up the stairs and saw my life flash before my eyes. Nothing out of the ordinary!” He replies, going over to his computer to turn on the “Starting Soon…” page. The viewers flood in, viewer count rising thousand after thousand. 

“Okay, Honey,” I grab my boyfriend by his shoulders and start fixing his deranged hair. “Take a deep breath okay? Just breathe.” The simple action seems to do the trick as he takes a few deep breaths: still excited, but calmed down. “There you go.” I praise and kiss him on the nose. Dream smiles at the action and brings me into a tight hug.

“Where would I be without you?” 

“I don’t know. I am pretty great. Aren’t I?” I joke as I lock my eyes with my lover. I expect them to be light and entertained by my intricate joke. But as I fully look at him, his eyes are full of  intensity and love instead. Where would I be without him?

“You are, my Angel.” I start to flush, attempting to hide under his passionate gaze, but he’s having none of that. Bringing one hand off my waist, the man lifts my face out from his chest, so I can meet his eyes once more. “I love you, Y/n.” He says, back at it again with the intensity. 

“I love you, Clay.” I say, eyes full of love for the man who has alway been by my side– who has helped me as much as I’ve helped him. 

“Oh my God!” Our heads whip around at the noise. Why does this always happen? “Can you guys stop eye-fucking eachother for two seconds!” Quackity yells as he and the rest of the feral boys flood into the room. “I need tO EAT LATER!”

“Quackity, you’re just mad that we’re in a happy relationship and the most intimate relationship you’ve ever been in was with a burrito.” Dream deadpans, not having any of Quackity’s shit. Is he out for blood today or something?! 

“HEY THAT WAS A BEAUTIFUL FIVE MINUTE RELATIONSHIP AND YOU KNOW IT!” Quackity pouts, arms crossed, throwing a pretend tantrum.

“Why don’t we just start the stream now?” Sapnap butts in before Dream can make yet another comment and Quackity can get too into whatever he’s doing. Sapnap you are god-sent.

“Sounds good to me!” I push my boyfriend into his chair so we can finally get this going (like it’s not mostly my fault). 

The minute Dream starts talking on stream, chat goes crazy (even without the facecam on). The boys and I quietly exit the room, so no one knows that we’re here and we can make it a surprise.

When Dream announced that he was going to do a facecam stream, he didn’t release what he’d actually be doing on the stream. There were some theories– of course– and there were quite a few that were spot on. Even though we all wanted to, none of us hinted toward what was going to happen, during the event, so we could give the DSMP community a heart attack! In a good way, of course!  

One of the most interesting things about the whole situation is that Dream and I haven’t actually revealed that we are dating yet, all they know is that he and I are “close friends” and that I have been part of the Dream Team for years. Along with the facecam stream and 5/5 feral boys, the world is going to know about our relationship. We’re all in for a night. 

By the time we had all been brought in (Sapnap, George, Me, Karl & Quackity), chat and Twitter were going insane. All of our names were trending along with all the configurations of ship names. It’s safe to say that it’s an exciting day for everyone.

“Okay chat, so now that’s we’re all here…” Dream looks around the room and leans back to ‘see if anyone else is coming,’ just to mess with chat again. Well chat has been thoroughly messed with, because chat starts spamming…

“IS SOMEONE ELSE COMING???”

“WHO’S THERE???”

“DREAM YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING”

“WHY IS HE SO HOT???”

 …Along with other variations. 

“No, no, I’m just kidding. This is all you’re going to get.” He says, gesturing at himself then the boys and me. “But on to what we’re actually going to be doing– no. No! CHat! WHO SAID THAT?!” Confused, I lean over my boyfriend’s shoulder to see what caused him to freak out. Dream grabs my hand, points my index finger out, and puts it on the flagged message. 

“Oh my gosh– ew!” I grimace at the vulgar message, glad that Dream flagged it. It takes me until after I’m done wincing at the message to realize that my boyfriend and I are still holding hands. “Dream, you know you could have just used your hand. Right?” I laugh.

“But I like holding yours!” He says, completely forgetting that we’re in front of a live audience of over 400,000. My eyes blow wide at the comment, but Dream is relentless. Oh so we’re doing this now?! “Just like I like holding you.” He says, pulling on my arm, effectively tugging me into his lap where he wraps his arms around my waist and cuddles into the back of my neck. Holy shit. 

Chat’s freaking out (I am too, but we don’t talk about that) and so are the boys. The boys knew (obviously), so I’m not sure why they’re going more insane than chat, but okay. 

“Surprise!” I say, face beet red as Dream kisses me on the cheek. “He’s clingy.” The man below me sends me a playful glare.

“Only for you!” He grins and I roll my eyes. The love-struck look on both of our faces causes chat to go even crazier. This is probably getting clipped… someone better send it to me.

“Yeah, yeah, you guys are cute, but now on to why we’re really here! Me!” Karl interrupts, taking the chair Dream and I were sitting in and rolling it behind him. I laugh at Karl's antics as he gets all up in the camera’s grill.

Before I can even stand up, Quackity lifts me off Dream. I let out a squeak when Quackity spins me around, holding onto his neck tightly, so I don’t fall. By the time he sets me down and I’m no longer dizzy, the whole room is in practical chaos: Dream and Sapnap are now armwrestling, for some reason; Karl sat back down, next to George, and they’re resuming the chess game that they’ve been playing; and Quackity has fallen on his ass, laughing, because I bumped into a few things when I was still dizzy. 

“motheR FUCKER, SAPNAP!” Dream yells, causing Sapnap to erupt in a fit of laughter. Oh he lost the arm wrestle. Haha Loser. “Let’s go again!”

“No, no, no, dude. Don’t you have something to do?” Sapnap reminds, gesturing towards me.

“I can’t right now,” He whispers.”We’re in front of a live audience.” 

My mouth drops and my face gets red. This little shit– “Well!” George interrupts before I can say anything. I shoot him a grateful look, one that he returns with a suggestive wink as he stands up. Nevermind then. “We do have something planned for this stream and because no one seemed to be able to spit it out, I will!” He says, shooting us a passive aggressive smile. “Today, our very own Y/n will be cutting… Dream’s hair!” –Quackity starts the wheel of fortune music, from his phone, blasting it from his speakers– “So, Dream, get in the hot seat and get ready for the haircut of your life!” 

After handing off his phone to Sapnap, Quackity picks Dream up bridal style and carries him into his chair. When my boyfriend is seated, he shoots Quackity a grateful nod and gets back to talking to chat. How strong is this man and why does Dream seem so casual about it?! Is this a common occurrence when I’m not around?!

I place myself behind Dream and mess with his hair as he talks chat through the process I’m going to take. “...but Y/n’s been cutting my hair for years now, so my hair won’t be totally messed up!” I roll my eyes and give him a quick flick on the back of his head, causing him to turn around and pout at me. With a short laugh and a shake of my head, I give him a chaste kiss before turning his head back to the camera.

“Don’t worry, chat, it’s just going to be a trim– nothing extreme.” I reassure, noticing some people asking. The room goes strangely quiet. Furrowing my eyebrows, I look between Dream and Sapnap who are sharing a look with one another: Dream’s face is reluctant and Sapnap’s expecting… What did they do?

“Umm, Y/n…” Sapnap starts, gaining my attention. “So you know when Dream got so mad when he lost the arm wrestle and wanted to do a rematch…”

“Yeah– what did you two do?” These little shits.

“Well…” 

“Sapnap, stop beating around the bush and just tell me what you did.” I deadpan, trying to prepare myself for the worst.

“If Dream lost the arm wrestle… you’d have to give him a Yee Yee Mullet.” He says, practically hiding in on himself.

It takes me a few seconds to process what he means and by the defeated look on Dream’s face and sympathetic looks from Karl, Quackity, and George, I know that Sapnap wasn’t kidding. 

“Y/n?” Sapnap squeaks out, trying to meet my eyes.

I slowly turn my head to meet his eyes. I take a deep breath, weighting my options before deciding with saying: “You bet fUCKING WHAT!?”

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This post was inspired by...

Got dAYMN DREAM

#dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken imagine #sapnap x reader #sapnap imagine #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound imagine #quackity x reader #quackity imagines #feral boys x reader #feral boys imagine #dsmp x reader #dsmp imagine

[teddy06writes]

I feel there isnt enough sapnap x karl x quackity x reader, so can I request sap x karl x quackity x y/n where everone js tired at the end of the day, and despite having separate rooms, they all collapse together in one person’s bed

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader (HOLY SHIT THE POLY SHIP REQUESTSSSSSSS)

Trigger warnings: swearing

premise: vidcon pannels and meeting fans can be tiering, and maybe by the time the day is done you and all of your crushes collapse into bed together without realizing until the next morning  ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

“Blep” talking

‘blep’ thinking

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(y/s/n)- your screen name

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Ah vidcon, a content creators dream, or worse nightmare, or in your opinion, wild trip that lasted three days.

~~

It was your first time seeing anyone from the Dream SMP in a while, and your were practically buzzing with excitement by the time you were getting off the plane in California.

You fiddled with your carry on as you made your way towards baggage claim, grinning upon hearing a yell of “Oh my god is that (Y/n) from the internet!?”

You turned to see Alex standing just outside the gate he’d landed at, quickly you ran to hug him, stomach filling with butterflies at his touch. “Wait it’s Alex from the internet!”

You both laughed as you pulled away, starting back to baggage claim, “Are you excited for vidcon?” He asked.

“Yeah, what I’m not excited for is having to share a house with you idiot for a weekend.”

He scoffed, “What do you mean? It’s gonna be fun!”

“Oh yeah, the entire SMP together in one house, is such a good idea. It’s gonna be chaos!”

“That’s the fun part!”

“I like to sleep at night without being interrupted by random screaming and stuff.”  You argued.

“I’m sure there won’t be random screaming.”

“You seriously underestimate Tommy.” By now you had made it to baggage claim and began to look around for the right carousel.

You split up, planning on meeting back by the door to wait outside for Bad, who had arrived the day before and was picking people up, a few at a time.

After waiting at one carousel for a few minutes your suitcase came rolling out, but as you went to grab it someone else grabbed it from behind you, a familiar voice drawling, “Hey, hey.”

Grinning you turned to see Nick smiling back at you, “Hey yourself.”

He hugged you, and again your stomach filled with butterflies.

Pull away you smiled, “Come on, I think I left Alex just over there.”

Grabbing your suitcase in one hand, and his hand in the other you tugged him off toward where you’d left Alex, calling, “Alex look who I found!” as soon as he was in view.

Nick dropped your hand to grab Alex’s to pull him into a hug, and you found yourself fighting a grin at how red Alex's face turned.

“Bad texted me that he’s almost here!” You announced after checking your phone.

“Who else is he picking up?” Nick asked.

“Uhhh,” You pulled the messages back up, “Karl and Fundy, and then Wilbur is supposed to be getting another rental car and driving the rest of the Europeans when they get here, minus George cause apparently he also flew out early.”

You all headed out towards the pick up area, weaving through the crowds of people you felt Nick grab the back of your shirt, and when you looked back at him in question he muttered, “So I don’t lose you Idiot.”

All you could do was hope your face was clear of any blush as you smiled back.

You all ended up stood near the curb when a voice cut through the chatter, “Hey gu-uys!”

“Karl!” The three of you exclaimed as he ran through the crowd towards you.

Upon reaching you he some how managed to get his arms around all of you enough for a group hug, and you laughed, “Shouldn’t you be at the other gate?”

“Yeah, but I thought I saw you guys so I came over here, and I was right!”

Alex cocked an eyebrow, “What if it wasn’t us?”

“uhhh, I dunno, awkwardly ran at random people?”

You all laughed, and Nick scoffed, “You’re ridiculous.”

After a few more minutes of waiting, a car slowed near the curb, Fundy’s head practically falling from passenger window, “I’m looking for some youtubers, dumb American ones, you seen any?”

Bad smacked him, “they aren’t dumb, hey guys!”

You waved at them as the guys started loading their suitcases into the back of the car, and after Karl insisted he take yours as well, you slid into the back seat, “What’s the house situation like?”

“It looks like just about everyone will get there own room,” Bad reported, “But Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled are sharing the room with the bunk beds, because Clay designated it as the kids room.”

You snickered as Alex climbed into the back next to you, leaving Nick and Karl to take the spots in the middle row of the van.

“And obviously cause Kristen’s coming she and Phil are sharing, and then Eret said he, Puffy, and Niki would take the room with the double beds,” Fundy offered, “Which means the rest of us should get single rooms.”  

Alex elbowed you, “Told you wouldn’t get stuck with random screaming.” 

“Oh there's still time for that.”

~~

After getting to the airbnb and racing Fundy for one of the bigger rooms that was left (it was decided Phil and Kristen would get the master bedroom, and Clay had already claimed the biggest guest bedroom), you dropped your suitcase in one corner and brought your toiletries bag in the shared bathroom between your and Nick’s rooms, before flopping back onto your bed. 

No more than three minutes passed before Karl wandered into your room, flopping down next to you, “Ranboo and Sam are making nachos, and Dream and Nick found a foosball table in the garage, so a mini tournament is being organized if you want in.” 

“Foosball?” You questioned. 

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.” 

You allowed him to tug you up, and followed him down from the left hall of bedrooms, through the living room and to the connected garage where George was yelling over everyone to try and form teams. 

“Me and (Y/n) are a team!” Nick announced, grabbing your hand to pull you towards him. 

“Okay, that leaves Big Q and Karl as the last team for now! When other people show up they can join.” George announced. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur of foosball games, nacho’s nearly being spilled everywhere and the rest of the people arriving. 

~~

The next day was the first day of vidcon, and after getting dressed in some casual clothes you grabbed your laptop and headed out to the living room, mostly empty in the quiet house, with the exception of Tubbo, who was flipping through tv channels, and Phil, who was tinkering around in the kitchen. 

“So what’s your plan for the day?” Tubbo asked, finally having settled on a baking show. 

“Uhh, stress about the panel until it’s time for the panel, hang out, maybe find a pizza place, you?” 

“Me and Tommy are just gonna wander the convention center most of today cause I don’t have anything until the meet and greet tomorrow, then when he has to go I think me, Ranboo and Fundy might be going to mess with dream george and sapnap during the dream team panel. What’s you first panel about?” 

You glanced back down at your laptop, “It’s listed as ‘small creators with a big part’” 

From the kitchen you heard Phil chuckle.

“Oh cool.” Tubbo smiled, turning back to his show. 

You looked back down at your laptop, reading over the possible sample questions and discussion topics, you wanted to be mentally prepared for this.

At some point, as the rest of the house began to stir Alex shuffled out from the hallway and plopped down in between you and Tubbo on the couch, throwing his legs up in your lap.

“Good morning.”

He groaned, “Why is it so early?”

“It isn’t,” you laughed, flicking at his forehead, “Your just jet lagged.”

“Is there coffee here?”

As if on cue Nick, who had come over from the kitchen, offered him a mug, “Phil made a big ass pot of it.”

“Oh thank fuck!” He took the cup greatfully.

Nick smiled, handing you the other mug before going back for his own as Karl flounced into the room and plopped down on the other couch, “Good morning!” 

“Morning Karl!” You smiled. 

“oooo, are we watching cake wars?” He asked excitedly. 

Tubbo nodded and launched into an explanation of what had happened so far in the episode. 

Eventually everyone woke up and was gathered around in the living room and kitchen, drinking coffee and tea as they planned for the day. 

“Well if most of us have different things planned why don’t we just plan to meet back up here before dinner?” Niki suggested. 

A half asleep Wilbur nodded, “Sounds like a good idea.”

Techno snickered at his grogginess, elbowing him lightly, “I guess the first panel really will be sleepy boys inc.” 

If Wilbur had been fully awake he probably would’ve elbowed him back, but instead just muttered, “Shut up.” 

“Okay! So we meet back here for six yeah?” Bad asked. 

Everyone nodded, and disappeared back to their various places around the house to get ready. 

Back in your room you put your laptop away and got the last of your things ready for the panel, even though it wasn’t starting for a few hours.

“(Y/n)! Your panel’s at 12 right?” Nick half yelled through the open bathroom doors. 

“Yeah?”

“Okay cool, do you wanna come with me, Alex and Karl? Apparently Jimmy and all them just got in.” 

“Sure.”

You had talked to the famed, ‘Mr. Beast’, a few times, and had even been in one or two of his gaming videos, so before you knew it Alex was stealing the keys to one of the rental cars and you were off. 

“Yeah we just left the airbnb.” Karl, said into his phone. There was a pause before he said, “Oof, I’m glad I came out early then.” Another pause and then he laughed, “Nimrods. We can stop for food if you want?” 

A few minutes later he ended the call, leaning up between the front seats, “The gang requires food, we’re taking a pit stop to taco bell.” 

“Taco bell? At 9 in the morning?” Alex questioned. 

“Yeah apparently the nimrods forgot to get food before they left the airport, and now their stuck in traffic. We’re gonna meet them at the hotel.” 

You chuckled, “Sounds like a Jimmy move. Let me guess, they forgot because none of them slept and they took a red eye?” 

“What the fuck is a red eye?” 

You looked back at Nick, incredulous, “You don’t know what a red eye is? Oh my god you privileged fool!” 

Alex snorted, “It’s a really early flight Nick. Like, a you get to the airport for 11pm, and end up eating breakfast when you get to the other airport, flight.”

“Or, a get to the airport for anytime between 11pm and 4am and regret your life choices while waiting for your plane.” You offered. 

“In other words, hell.” Alex finished, pulling into a drive thru. 

“Yikes, why would anyone do that?” Nick asked. 

“It’s cheap.” Karl said. 

“Planes are less crowded, so are the airports.” Alex added. 

You smiled, “I do it for the feeling of a lineal space. There's no vibes like airports from 11pm to 4am.”

They all laughed, and Karl quickly unrolled his window to order an ungodly amount of food. 

~~

Unsurprisingly,  after that the day passed in a blur, the panel going pretty well, and then the impromptu meet and greet outside the meeting hall, trying to make it through the convention center with Clay and Nick without being mobbed, and then suddenly everyone was back at the airbnb getting ready for dinner. 

“(y/n) you bitch why are you taking so long in there!” Tommy yelled through the bathroom door. 

“I’m trying to fix my hair from when you threw water at me prick! There's five other bathrooms in this house go find another one!” You yelled back. 

Distantly you could hear Bad yell, “Language!” 

“Everyone is in the other bathrooms!” 

Giving up on your hair you set the brush back down and recapped the container of paste, turning and opening the door to your room, “Alright, fine.” 

“That wasn’t that hard was it?” Tommy asked, moving past you into the bathroom. 

“Don’t touch my stuff.” You instructed, striding out of the room and down the hall. 

Out in the living room Eret was humming as they cleaned up the last of the later Tommy had gotten everywhere as the rest of the group started to assemble. 

Once everyone was finally ready, and the final arguments of who would take which car, you were shoved into the back of one of the vans with Karl and Alex, making all of the anxiety that had dissipated after the panel came flooding back, especially when Nick, who was sitting on the bench seat in front of you, turned to join the conversation. 

The night was spent trying to keep blush off your face whenever Karl’s knuckles brushed yours, when Nick’s arm found it’s way around the back of your chair, or when your and Alex’s knees bumped. 

‘God’, you had thought, ‘this is like some romcom shit.’ 

After Tommy’s fail attempt to steal a set of car keys and try and drive home  -Phil smacked him upside the head, Niki snatched the keys from his hand, Kristen started to lecture him, all while the rest of you laughed your asses off- The bill was paid, and everyone piled back up into the cars, already starting to plan a movie night. 

Upon getting back to the airbnb, you headed back to your room to change back into the hoodie and comfortable pants you had been wearing earlier, heading back into the living room in time to steal Punz’s seat on the couch with Nick and Karl. 

When Alex squeezed into the spot between you and Nick, you could’ve sworn you saw Techno smirking and Puffy waggling her eyebrows toward you, how they found out about your stupid group crush you had no clue, but then Clay and Skeppy started to argue over what movie to put on. 

Tubbo ended up taking the remote from Clay, and from where he was sitting In front of one of the couches, tossed it over to Phil on the other side of the room, who said, “We’ll do a vote then!” 

A movie was selected democratically, some cheesy action movie began to play, and at some point you half turned, propping your legs up across the boys laps as Alex maintained a running commentary on the movie, just loud enough for you and Nick to hear, and Karl absently traced small shapes into your ankles. 

~~

The second day of vidcon was the most hectic, with you, Nick and Alex were going to watch the Mr. Beast panel Karl got to be a part of, plus both the dream smp panel and the meet and greet later in the day. 

You had woken up to Karl and Alex jumping on top of you, “Wake up! You’re gonna be late!” 

You groaned, struggling to shove them off, “What time is it?” 

“8:27.” Alex said, sliding off your bed. 

“Fuck,” You muttered, “Get off me, what the hell happened to my alarm?” 

“You left your phone in the other room, when it went off it woke us up.” Karl explained. 

“He means it woke him up and he felt the need to wake me up,” Alex complained as you sat up now free of the people laying on you, “Why the hell is your alarm set so early?” 

“It’s not early, I just wanted to be able to get ready without being in anyone’s way.” 

Karl nodded, “Makes sense.”

“C’mon, let’s give them time to get ready.” Alex grabbed Karl’s arm, half dragging him out of the room.

You quickly got ready, pulling on a nicer button down, plus a jacket that was one of the first from your new merch line.

You finished your hair, plugged in your phone and headed out to the kitchen where Fundy seemed to be attempting to make pancakes, dragging Karl into the process as well.

You sat down next to Alex and Ranboo, “How long do you think until they burn the house down?”

“I am not going to burn the house!” Fundy exclaimed.

You reached over and turned down the heat on the griddle, “Well you were gonna burn something.”

Ranboo snickered, “They aren’t wrong.”

“Shut up Ranboob!” Fundy retorted.

They continued to bicker as Tubbo emerged from up stairs, shoving Fundy out of the way to take over the griddle. “You’re all ridiculous.” He muttered.

“Yeah no shit.” You sighed.

“Language!” Bad yelled from the dining room.

“French!” Eret called back as she entered the kitchen, “Morning guys!”

“Morning!” Tuboo chirped, starting to flip some of the pancakes. 

“It’s panel day!” Tommy yelled, charging down the stairs, “Those best be chocolate chip Tubbo!” 

Karl held up the bag of chocolate chips he been scattering into some of the pancakes, and Tommy grinned, “Karl my man!” 

~~

Once breakfast was eaten and the dishes cleared everyone loaded back up into the cars to head to the convention center, everyone splitting up again, planning to meet back in the right area in time for the full panel. 

Karl headed off to meat with Jimmy and the guys as You Alex and Nick took spots in the audience. 

Once they took to the stage Nick leaned over and elbowed Alex, “Bet you 10 bucks when they open for questions you don’t go up just to flirt with Karl.” 

Alex glared at him, “10 bucks isn’t worth it.” 

You held back a laugh, “I’d throw in another 20.” 

Alex considered this with a sigh, “Deal, but only if we get milkshakes later.” 

You and Nick agreed, and soon enough when they opened up for audience questions Alex started to stand up, but immediately sat back down blushing slightly, “No.” 

“Damn.” Nick sighed. “We’re still getting milkshakes.” 

Once the Mr. Beast panel had ended you all went to meet up with Karl and head off to the dream smp panel. 

2 o'clock rolled around and the panel moderator began to announce everyone, one by one, and you managed to force down your anxiety, taking your place on the stage between Karl and Nick when the mod called, “(y/s/n), one of the first people to actually join the dream smp.” 

You sat down, smiling at the audience and quickly sneaking out your phone to take a quick video of your friends and then a pan of the crowd to put on twitter later.

Once everyone was on stage the moderator looked up and down the long table, “Wow, there are a lot of people on stage right now, is this everyone from the server?” 

Clay nodded, “Just about, we have a few others, Alyssa, Callahan, Ponk and Antfrost, who had other stuff going on, but for the most part, this is everyone from the server.” 

“This is honestly incredible, how, how are you guys all feeling about being here? I know this is the first Dream SMP panel, but you guys have been to vidcon before right?” 

“Most of us,” George laughed, “I think the only one who hasn’t is (y/s/n), there first ever panel was yesterday.” 

The mod looked over at you, “So, how does it feel to be at your first vidcon?” 

You laughed nervously, “Well, I mean, I’ve been to vid con before, but I was always out there in the audience, it’s- it’s pretty nerve wracking to be up here.” 

The topic shifted and after that things seemed to move more quickly. 

In the blink of an eye the first hour and a half was spent and people from the audience began to ask questions. 

“Wilbur, as the main writer for roleplaying on the server is it hard to keep track of character specifics and story arcs or is it all just written in with the scripts?”

Someone asked.Wilbur hummed, “Well I guess in part it’s written in the scripts, but I think I should turn this question over to (y/s/n), they’ll have a more interesting answer.”

Everyone turned to you. 

“Well, in my mind it isn’t all that hard, but I am literally the kid who memorized long monologues for fun.” You chuckled, “Once the first revolution arc started and the server really started to turn to roleplaying I started a google doc that now gets updated constantly. I have running tabs on current arcs, details on arcs that have ended and then there's detailed character descriptions. 

“I don’t necessarily write down bits to add while I’m streaming or anything, but most of the time it has to be the middle of the night or I won’t file anything correctly.”

Nick chuckled, “I have seen the document, it is terrifying.” 

“Didn’t someone open it to see you updating in the middle of the night once?” Ranboo asked. 

Alex nodded, “Yeah that was me, it was very traumatic, like, I blinked, and then there was another fifty words on the page.” 

You dropped your head in your hands, “It was the night after the whole election thing! Techno joined the server and then I had to add a whole ‘nother character profile, and he and his stupid English major were making things complicated!” 

“Listen man, I just wanted to make sure I had a backstory that fit into the story line, ‘s not my fault when Wilbur lets Dream have partial control of thing the storyline ends up non cohesive.” 

People laughed, and the topic was changed with the next question.

~~

Two and a half hours later, an extra hour after the panel was supposed to end, (there was just so many extra questions), you headed off stage, and were all rushed across the center for the meet and greet, which had been pushed back in time with the panel.

You felt bad for making the fans wait, but the organizers assured you that it was fine, most of the fans had been at the panel anyway.

In the big open hall the orginizors spilt everyone up into groups of threes and fours, the way fans could move down the line and see everyone.

Inevitably you ended up with Karl, Nick and Alex, at the end of the long sections of people.

“Holy shit man, how is it already 6?” Alex asked.

“Who knows.” Nick muttered glancing down at his phone.

“Dude this is supposed to go for like three hours too.” You complained, rocking up on your heals to look down the line, seeing the first groups of people starting to move past Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy.

“We’ll be fine! It’s always fun to meet fans!” Karl said, though he did look slightly wary.

After another three hours of talking to fans, signing things, and taking pictures the last group of people finally made it to your section.

“Hey! They saved the coolest for last!” The boy exclaimed.

“Hell yeah they did!” Alex half yelled back, some how still managing to keep up the enthusiasm.

“Here, let’s get you guys all in a picture together!” His mother said, motioning for you to all stand together. You slung an arm around the kids shoulder, smiling at the camera. “

“Okay serious question time, which one of us is the best?”

“Uhh,” the boy looked from person to person, “probably you (y/s/n), your contents really cool but your under rated.”

You grinned, offering him a fist bump, “ha! See that’s the third person in the last hour!”

Karl scoffed, “but I got like six people over all.”

“I only got five.” Alex pouted.

You rolled your eyes as the boy asked, “So if you guys are in a poly relationship on the server does it create problems with your friendship in real life?”

You all froze, except for Nick who somehow seemed to know this was coming, “Well, in game and out of game relationships are different, sure you can ship all you want, but that doesn’t mean stuff actually happens in real life.”

The kid nodded, “Cool, hey I saw your stream like, during quesrentine, just a question, how many people have tried to fight you today?”

You laughed, “at least 15 took pictures with him squared up.”

A few minutes more and the kid was gone, being ushered away by his mom, and you glanced at your phone, “holy shit it’s already 9:15.”

“Where did the time go?” Kale asked incredulous.

~~

After meeting back up with the rest of the group you all headed off to terrorize a McDonald’s, drawing a lot of attention from random fans as you all scarfed down food.

By the time you got back to the Airbnb it was nearly 11pm and everyone was exhausted.

After quickly getting ready for bed you a collapsed.

~~

The next morning you woke up, and for a moment worth your eyes still closed you were perfectly content with the warmth pressed agasint you.

Then you came fully too, realizing that, no, you weren’t fully swaddled in your comforter, you were laying in a bed with other people.

Opening your eyes you blinked away sleep, looking down, confused to see Alex asleep with his head on your chest.

Turning your head you saw that it was Nick on your other side an arm wrapped around you both.

Karl was half sprawled across all of you, similarly to the airport, as if he could hold all of you at once. You sat in shock for several moments before realizing you were in fact, trapped in bed.

Alex’s fingers were tangled with yours, Nicks nose was pressed into your neck, and you could have sworn Karl shifted in his sleep, as if to get closer to you.

‘Well,’ you thought, ‘might as well make the most of it.’ As settled back down to fall back asleep.

~~

Once you had all woke again, no one spoke as they headed back to there own rooms, and your crossed back through the bathroom form Nicks.

~~

The rest of the day past, still no one speaking about it, and that night you found yourself laying in your own bed, wondering why it felt so wrong.

There was muffled whispers from Nicks room, and you quietly got up, moving into the bathroom to hear better.

Unfortunately for you Nicks door to the bathroom was still open, so you couldn’t eavesdrop as planned.

Karl and Alex were both sat on the bed next to each other as Nick paced. “What’s going on?” You asked quietly

“Would- would it be weird if we cuddled again?” Alex asked hesitantly.

“We were debating asking you.” Karl admitted.

Nick nodded, “You don’t have to, it’s just- we-“

Quietly you crossed the room, climbing into the bed instead of answering the question outright.

~~

“Is- I- am I stupid, or is this something?” Alex whispered.

Vidcon had ended and even with the long weekend everyone was staying in California the time had gone all to fast.

You, Alex, Karl and Nick had continued to cuddle every night, still not talking about it during the day.

“Do you think it could be?” Was your only response, continuing to card your fingers through Karl’s hair.

“It seems like it already is.” Nick said.

Karl yawned, “I think I’d like it to be.You nodded,

“me too.”

“Me too.” Nick agreed.

Alex smiled, “I guess it’s decided then.”

The dark room was quiet another moment before you snickered, “It’s cannon irl now guys. What will the fans think?”

#mcyt x reader #karl jacobs x reader #mcyt imagines #karl jacobs imagines #sapnap x reader #teddy06 writes #quackity x reader #Quackity imagines #karlnapity #karlnapity x reader #sapnap x quackity x karl x reader #poly

[vneuns]

— “CHILDREN” + Feral boy Hcs

authors note(s): fillers !!!!

cc warnings: cringe , uh that’s it i think

Dream

- you sat on the opposite side of the couch watching your son sit on his fathers lap as he pointed out random things in the movie

- he'd occasionally look over at you and smile but you knew it wasn't a nice one

-he was really saying "I took your manz."

-when the toy he was holding rolled away he went to go get it

-you quickly got up and went to sit on your boyfriends lap

-he chuckled wrapping his arms around you knowing the game you were playing

-vin was use to this by now

-you and Oliver got jealous of each other's time with dream very easily

-and with Oliver being the daddy's boy he was he hated when dream showed you too much attention

-the little boy turned around and dropped his toy when he saw you in his place

-he started cursing you out in baby language as he pulled on the back of your sweatshirt to try and get you off his fathers lap

-Dream unwrapped his hands from around you helping Oliver in the couch before moving them back

-he sucked on his pacifier as he tried his hardest to move you out of his spot

-"mama mose!" He yelled through the pacifier

-"no! I was here first!" You yelled into Dreams shoulder

George

-"hi baby!"

-George had just gotten back from lunch with the boys when he was met with Aspen

-she laughed and smiled running to him at the door

-"I missed you!" He said as he tickled her side

-"where's mama?"

-she pointed to the bedroom

-he held her walking towards your bedroom

-"hi babe,"

-you looked over at them from the doorway smiling

-"hi,"

-he put aspen down on the bed taking off his shirt and putting on a pair of basketball shorts and a comfy merch hoodie before joining the two of you

-he laid next to you wrapping his arms around you

-"how are you love?"

-"your daughter is going to make me pull my hair out,"

-he chuckled peppering your face with kisses

-"no daddy no."

-Aspen climbed over your body wiggling herself between the two of you

-you moved her back to where she was putting your leg over kios and your arms around him

-"mine."

-she pulled your hair

-"My daddy!"

-George laughed as he sit up removing her hand from your hair

-"no."

-she started to cry

-he felt bad

-he picked her up putting her in the middle of the two of you

Sapnap

-you laid your head on sapnaps lap as the two of you watched tv

-Aspen was in the kitchen with Quackity him probably giving her ice cream and that's why they're so quite

-she came back arms crossed in front of you cookies and cream ice cream evident on the corner of her lip

-"mommy what you doing?"

-Sapnap chuckled as he ran his fingers through your hair

-"Cuddling with my husband, what are you doing?"

-she rolled her eyes taking a step further standing in front of you

-"no cuddle with daddy."

-you could hear Quackity laugh loudly from the kitchen

-"and why not?"

-"because he my daddy."

-you rolled your eyes back at her

-"and he is my husband. I don't see your point."

-she pushed your head slightly backwards

-you gasped as Sap put a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing harder than he already was

-"my daddy."

-"I was here first."

-"no. I go get ice ceam with Uncle Quacky,"

-"HEY YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T SAY ANYTHING."

Karl

-Kar walked in to find you laying down with Oliver on your chest watching CoCo

-Oliver was babbling to you about something you couldn't understand but you just nodded in agreement

-he pouted at the sight

-when you finally noticed him your eyes lit up

-"Babbyyyy!"

-he smiled walking over to the two of you

-"Hi lovies,"

-he leaned down kissing the top of Oliver's head before pressing a kiss to your awaiting lips

-he went to sit on the opposite side of the couch just scrolling on his phone

-after a while he got bored and jealous of how you'd kiss his forehead and he'd giggle and tell you to stop it

-you could feel his eyes on you two so you told Oliver to go get him

-he waddled over to him taking his hand and leading him to the couch where you laid

-you smiled putting your arms out for him

-he of course smiled back at you laying him self on top of you

-Oliver squealed happily as he laid on top of karl and you

Quackity (aspen's 5/6)

-"no we can't go that way it's cheating."

-"and?" Your daughter asked sassily

-you chuckled from your spot on the bed watching as Alex was trying to teach Aspen how to play a game

-"we don't cheat."

-"but we could."

-"but we're not."

-"you no fun I'm going with mommy,"

-she wiggled off quackitys lap getting on the bed sitting in front of you

-"hi."

-she smiled laying down against you

-"what you doing?"

-"trying to convince your uncle wilbur to watch you so me and your father can go on a date."

-she gasped dramatically looking at you

-"noooooo! Don't send me to uncle wilburs' he thinks he’s cool and relatable and he’s always making sad jokes."

-you laughed tickling her

-"sounds like wilby alright."

-quackity got into bed wrapping his arm around you putting his head in the crook of your neck

-"go somewhere,"

-"my mom,"

-aspen wrapped her arm around you putting her leg over yours

-"you're only alive because of me."

-Aspen sat up

-"That is not true."

-you chuckled closing your eyes

-this was going to be a long fight.....

@heynihachu @inniterhq @basilly @yamturds @dysfunctionalcrab @siriushxney @sqpnap @tinyegg @ttakinou @charnease @o-0i @i-mmunity @b3l0v3ds @alice-blue-skies @the-swageyama-tobiyolo @mitzimania @joyfullymulti

#mcyt x reader #mcyt x yn #sapnap x reader #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #dream smp ff #dream team ff #fluff #feral boys ff #feral boys hc #feral boys x reader #mcyt hc #mcyt headcanon

[jkknight98]

My G/T promt challenge attempt inspiration.

This was my first attempt at ever doing a collective prompt challenge so it’s very safe to say I am a little nervous posting this story, especially since I suck at writing standard stories and fell back into my comfort zone, but I hope that everyone who reads enjoys it. It's from @bittydragon idea ( If I knew how to link the original post I would, but I am not very well versed in Tumblr writing yet).

The prompt was to have the tiny protect the giant, I was faced with two options that I could do, protecting the mental self vs the physical self. I chose protecting from the physical since a giant can easily protect the outside of their bodies, but their insides can be easily hurt without them knowing until much later.

Here’s Tommy protecting a gaint Wilbur from his own poor judgement plus interactions from the rest of the sleepybois inc.

Warnings : Blood warning, slight mention of regurgitating meal, soft vore, cursing.

(I have always viewed soft vore as a sfw interest but I know others may not so I’ll leave it out of the main collective tag just to be safe until I’ve been given the all clear to add it, but otherwise I’ll say its just an inspiration from all the wonderful work already posted through the challenge.)

G/T Prompt Challenge

Wilbur should have known that his habit of eating sand would come back to bite him one day, but who could blame him when he enjoyed the texture of sand crunching in his teeth and the feeling it made tumbling around in his stomach. It was supposed to be a normal day when the sands decided to strike back against him. He was just enjoying a warm summers day with his family at the nearby beach, techno was asleep under a umbrella while Phil was trying to keep his tiny brother Tommy from accidentally drowning himself by jumping from the giant's knee and then pinching them to make the man jump and create massive waves for the little gremlin. He couldn't hide his smile as he took hold of another handful of sand and let it fall in clumps into his mouth, not noticing the hidden treasure chest even when it landed in the middle of his tongue with the copious sand, he didn’t get a chance to chew the sand before his father yelled at him after seeing what he had done, swallowing the mouthful quickly before the giant avian could force him to spit it out,” Alright Alright Phil, I've had my two mouthfuls for the day.”

“ You shouldn’t be eating any, what are you going to do if you swallow something that isn’t just sand, what are we going to do then!”

Wilbur just laughed at his yelling father as he leaned backwards on his hands, smiling as he watched Tommy get his fathers attention again by using his feathers as a climbing frame, he shook his head at the sight. He really did love his mixed-up family.

~~

It wasn't until they were having dinner that night did they all find out the true dangers of his habit. They haven't been eating long, Phil chatting with Techno about who knows what while Tommy darted around the table pulling himself chunks of food from everyone's plate, Phil had learned quickly not to make one for Tommy since the tiny always said that everyone else's looked better, and Willbur was waiting for the next pass of the tiny so he could pull his target out of reach. He had pulled up a giant piece of pork away from the tiny, quickly stuffing it into his mouth and laughing as the gremlin child raged at him, he quickly chewed and swallowed down the meat as he dodged the tiny pea that was thrown at him, ” Come on Tomms, I know you have a better arm than that.” He continued to eat a bit more on his plate, subtly feeling how much he ate already before he stopped, feeling a touch of pain from his stomach.

“That's weird?”

“What's weird Will?”

His father looked at him slightly concerned when he had pushed his chair back a bit to look down at himself, taking a hand to gently place on his stomach, ” I don't know dad, my stomach just started hur-ghh.” The moment he put a slight amount of pressure on his stomach it felt as if something was ripping inside, the pain was bad enough that it nearly brought him to tears. He quickly pulled up his shirt to see if it was something on the outside, but the skin was perfectly clear with no signs of irritation.

“Wilbur walk me through what hurts.”

The avian was already up and at his side while Techno was holding Tommy at his other side, but still out of the way of their father, both looking equally as concerned.

“What's wrong with you big man, finally bite off more than you could chew?” The tiny looked as ridiculous as usual trying to act indifferent like the oldest, but it was easy to see the real concern hidden behind his normal snark.

“Oh shut up before I feed you to a bird Bratt, ” Wilbur stuck his tongue out at him before wincing again when he felt his fathers cool touch, ” hurts right where your pressing.” He watched as Phil's hand began pressing at different parts of his body, telling him about how the pain was worse in that spot, but could feel it throbbing into other areas.

He watched his father frown before he went to stand fully, he looked more concerned than he had before, but didn't voice anything to clue his sons into what he was thinking. The avain walked over to a side room to grab a small bucket and set it into Wilbur’s lap, taking care to not press it against his stomach, before sitting back in his chair to look at his son, ” I'm going to need you to empty your stomach a small amount, I don't want you to empty it fully just in case it's something I hope it's not, but I want to check just in case.

Wilbur felt a little annoyed at the thought, they were just eating dinner and now dad wants him to spit up half of it just because of a little stomach pain? “ Really dad I'm sure I'm fine, it's probably something stupid like I ate to big-.”

The avians wings puffed up in an attempt to show how serious he was to his son,

“Dont argue with me Will, just do it.”

Wilbur looked at the sternness on his father's face and sighed, ” fine, ” he began flexing the muscles he used for whenever Tommy used his stomach as his personal sleeping bag and nearly cried when he felt his stomach explode in pain again. It was as if every moment his stomach made was like it was ripping itself open. He only got a little bit into his throat before he had to stop because the pain was too much, quickly spitting the mouthful into the bucket and thrusting it into Phils arms as he leaned over and and gently wrapped his arms around himself, ” please don't make me do that again, it really fucking hurt.”

He didn't see the concern on Phil’s face as he looked into the bucket and showed it to his other two sons, Techno looking equally as concerned while Tommy looked confused. The tiny leaned further over the slightly tinted pink fingers and wrinkled his nose at the almost coffee ground looking substance that rested in the bottom.

“What is that brown stuff, Wilbur didn't eat any mud before we had dinner.”

The father figure kept up his concerned expression as he set down the bucket to run a hand through his hair,”That's because that isn’t mud, that's what it looks like when someone is suffering from internal bleeding.” Phil looked back at Wilbur's plate and the others quickly as he used his hands to feel for anything that could have been hidden inside,” I don’t know what you could have swallowed Wil, I made sure to not have any bones in anything.”

Wilbur just shook his head as it swam a little bit in pain,” I don’t know either, all I've eaten before it started hurting was dinner and the sand at the beach.” he gave another groan as his stomach gave another contraction and sent another wave of pain,” I'm just going to stall my system until we figure out what to do.” He closed his eyes to concentrate and felt the change gradually, his stomach calming and finally coming to a standstill to prevent the walls from churning at the rate that they were, no longer trying to digest the little bit of dinner he consumed.

Techno was the first to gently move Tommy to one hand as he used his other to gently grip his brother on the shoulder,” You sure you didn’t eat anything between our beach trip to now, nothing at all?” The piglin hybrid was clearly a little on edge, he was fully capable of protecting his family from the outside, but even he was powerless when a threat came from their own insides.

Everyone was a panicking a bit more as they tried to think what could be doing this to the musically inclined son before Tommy spoke up, the tiny brightening as he thought of a good idea in his mind,” Why don’t I go inside to check, I can go and see whats wreaking up your insides, that would work wouldn't it?”

The thought made Will turn a little green, ” I don't know if I could get you down with how bad it hurts,” he managed to make a teasing smirk though,” you sure you want to see that porkchop again.” He laughed at the face the tiny had made, but winced again when a flash of pain punished him for this action. He took a slow breath and tried to raise up as slow as he could, wincing as he got to his full sitting height,” are you really sure you want to do that, it’s going to be more gross than ever.”

The tiny just smiled as he pushed up his sleeves and held up his arms in a clear ‘pick me up’ gesture,” I can’t really protect you guys from the outside, but I am able to help you from the inside, besides a little gunk isn’t going to stop me from keeping my big brother safe.”  

The response brought a small smile to Will's face as he lifted the tiny,” alright you sap, let's get a plan put together before you go saving me from what's hurting me.”

`~`

Tommy stood in Will’s hand and gently shuffled the duffle bag on his shoulder that held a small knife and a small splash healing potion to reduce the damage before a proper healing potion could be taken, he looked up with another smile,” alright, let's get this over with before you get even worse.”

Will smiled lightly before opening his mouth, feeling his smaller brother clamber his way inside and curling up, and slowly closed his mouth and tilted his head back. He felt a mild wave of sickness at the thought of the heavy weight his brother would unintentionally create, but forced it away as he gave a quick swallow,using a hand to gently touch the firm bulge before it slipped behind his collarbone. He looked up to his dad and other brother with a weak smile,” let's hope he finds what's wrong and not cause any more damage.”

Tommy couldn’t help the soft noise of disgust as he slid into the stomach, landing in knee high mix of the stomach's contents, but he also noticed a strange glowing that was coming from what he suspected to be the front of Willbur’s stomach. He was quick to wade his way over to the object, also taking note of a few other things that shouldn’t have been there floating in the muck. “When did he manage to eat chainmail….oh my god.” Sticking out the stomach wall that looked very inflamed under the shiny purple glow was an iron sword, the handle looking a little worse for wear like the armor but the blade looked perfectly fine as it held firmly in the slowly bleeding wall. Tommy was momentarily shocked before he went to inspect the wound, wincing as he yelled up to Wilbur to inform him what he found.

Wilbur heard the tiny voice of Tommy yell out at him, listening for a moment before looking at the two other giants in pure confusion,” He found a sword sticking into me, as well as chain mail armour… when the hell did that get in there.” He jerked and gave a loud yelp as the pain in his middle got more intense before he felt the normal tingling of a healing potion,” You could have warned me before you pulled it out you little shit.”

Phil was the first to slap a hand to his head,” we were on a beach next to the ocean, you probably ate a buried treasure without realizing, this is what you get for eating sand all the time, be thankful tommy was here or else things could have been way worse.” The elder left the room quickly with a yell on how he's going to get a large healing potion to ensure the wound would fully heal once the youngest was released. The second eldest looked at Wilbur with a small smirk as he got up, giving a quiet ‘ I told you so’ before also leaving the room.

The remaining son sighed as he placed a hand over his stomach, softly rubbing where he felt his tiny brother was leaning,”Let's get you out of there Toms.”

`~`

“I really can’t thank you enough Tommy, if what you were saying was true, there would have been no way for us to get that sword out on my own. Also what enchantments did it have on it.”

Tommy smiled up from his cosy position in a towel placed on Wilburs chest, snuggling further into the softness and warmth the two provided together,” It had unbreaking on it, it would have taken you ages to digest the thing, and you would have to go through so many healing potions since you couldn;t heal around it.”

The elder nodded and placed his hand over the towel as he laid his head on his pillow, using his thumb to stroke the tiny in thanks,” what would I do without you, you little gremlin.” He smiled when he felt a small pair of arms wrap around his thumb tightly and pull it to rest on the tiny’s chest where he could feel the gentle breathing.

“ You wouldn’t be able to shit, someone has to protect you giant bastards when you think nothing can hurt you, especially things at my size.”

#tiny t0mmy #giant w!lbur #gt soft vore #soft vore #Ive never been good with straight G/T interactions #giant ph!l #Giant Techn0 #blood warning #vomit warning

[onlydreamofmysoul]

The Prince and The Pornstars

Chapter Two

Here we are! Chapter two! I am so freaking blown away by your responses yesterday! I’m so glad you guys are liking it as much as I am!!

Characters of course by the lovely @lumosinlove

Logan 

The pretty redhead was utterly clueless about this industry, but Logan didn’t mind. 

“I um, so I uh, I need to…” Finn was stuttering, his cheeks ablaze and Logan felt a flutter of fondness for the man. 

“Here,” He said, patting the bench next to him, “Asseyez-vous.”

Finn stared at him helplessly for a minute and Logan laughed. “Sit down Red.” 

Finn did so, seeming grateful for it, still looking at Logan nervously. “I’m sorry,” He blurted out, “I’ve just never done anything like this and I have no idea what to do and I’m not trying to be unprofessional but I mean I really have no clue how any of this works and I-”

Logan laughed as he pressed his finger against Finn’s lips. “Shhh, it’s alright.” Finn’s shoulders slumped. “It is pretty weird when you start.” Logan admitted but then he shrugged, “But at the end of the day, it’s just a job. When you’re on set, just think of it as mechanical. There are certain things you must do to keep it working.”

Finn nodded. “Mechanics, yeah I can do that.”

“We’re people though off set,” Logan felt the need to add, raising an eyebrow. “Sometimes that part is forgotten. At the end of the day this is just our job.”

“No, no no! Of course you’re people, I never-”

Logan hushed Finn again, unable to stop his laughter. “Mon dieu mon rouge, you really are a nervous wreck. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun.” Logan let his voice soften, “Are you sure you’re okay to do this?”

Finn nodded, meeting Logan’s eyes, his expression steely and suddenly Logan couldn’t quite catch his breath. At first all he saw was a blushing, stuttering rookie but then suddenly there was a person in front of him and his eyes were a gorgeous deep shade and Logan could barely remember what he had even meant to say.

“I’m sure.”

Logan wetted his lips, trying his utmost not to let his eyes drift to Finn’s own and nodded. “Okay. Ready?”

“Ready.”

Logan reached out and took Finn’s warm hand in his own and guided it to his semi-hard dick, clenching his jaw as Finn tentatively wrapped his fingers around him.

“Like this?” Finn breathed and Logan met his eyes again and found himself unable to look away. Finn stroked his cock slowly, gaining speed as he got more confident, making Logan’s breathing stutter as he circled his thumb over the head. Logan forced himself to look away - he was the one who told Finn this was purely a mechanical matter and yet here he was, getting far too caught up in the whole affair. He stared down at the ground, swallowing with some difficulty as he felt himself building closer and closer to orgasm.

“That’s enough.” He ground out to Finn. Finn’s hand stopped moving, but didn’t pull away.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Logan gasped, “Yeah all good, thanks Rookie.”

Finn smiled weakly at him, then stood up and moved to the side, walking over to Remus when the other man beckoned him over. Logan nodded to the director and everyone set up to continue, Sirius coming back to Logan’s side as Logan watched Remus and Finn chat out of the corner of his eye.

“We have a new fluffer it seems.” Sirius commented, bumping Logan’s shoulder playfully as he sat back down. Logan looked at him wryly. “Not that it makes much difference to you.”

Sirius chuckled and his gaze flitted to Remus. “Non. Or to you for all intents and purposes. All you really need is Leo, ouais?”

Logan smiled softly, feeling some of the confusion flicker away. “Ouais. Yeah he’s all I need.”

“Okay boys,” The director, Arthur called. “Are you ready?”

Sirius and Logan both gave him a thumbs up, then Logan climbed onto Sirius’ lap to get back into position, while people on set called out instructions.

“Logan, tilt your head to the other side.”

“Sirius, both hands on his hips please.”

“Okay, faces a little closer!”

Logan and Sirius did as instructed as quickly as possible and then they were rolling again. Logan leaned down and kissed Sirius lazily, tilting his head the way he knew gave the best camera angle. He knew the crew were shuffling around them but he tuned them out in order to focus on what would look the best. 

“Okay Sirius, hands in his hair please,” Arthur called and seconds later, Logan felt Sirius gripping his curls. “Logan, when you’re ready, get on your knees and say your line.”

Logan pulled away from Sirius and sank to his knees, dragging his hand down Sirius’ chest, over the rigid lines of his abdomen until he gripped his cock.

“I’ll show you what a real workout is.” He said and without pause, he took Sirius’ entire cock in his mouth.

Not many men could say they could take the entirety of someone the size of Sirius Black. Logan had seen his fair share of dicks over the years, but very few could compare to Sirius size wise. Logan however, happened to be in love with one of the few people who could compete, so let's just say he had a little experience with something that big in his mouth.

“Hands in his hair again please Sirius.” Someone called and then Sirius was guiding Logan, making it look like Logan was just being used fir Sirius’ pleasure. “Alright, Logan now start stroking yourself.”

Logan did as they asked while Sirius tilted his head back, gasping and moaning loudly. Logan in turn played his part well, groaning once or twice and fucking into his own fist. Logan looked up into Sirius’ eyes as he sucked, swirling his tongue around the shaft. 

“Sirius, finish on Logan like we discussed whenever you’re ready.” 

“You want to taste me? Bet you just dream about me coming in your mouth.” Sirius muttered, saying his lines perfectly. Logan in turn whimpered and nodded as best he could with a cock in his mouth. “Or maybe I should cover you with my cum so everyone will see what a bad boy you are.” With that, Sirius pulled out of Logan’s mouth and came in streams, all over Logan’s face while Logan himself pulsed in his own hand. 

Sirius leaned forward and licked a strip up Logan’s face before standing up and walking towards the ‘door’ of the locker room. “Same time next week?” He said with a wink over his shoulder and Logan groaned his assent. 

“And cut! Lovely work boys!”

Logan gladly accepted the robe which he pulled on while Finn came over to wipe down his face with a warm cloth. 

“So, what did you think?” He teased. Finn froze for a moment before continuing to help Logan clean up. 

“It was uh, good? Yeah you were really good this was honestly nothing like I expected.”

Logan nodded. “Yeah it’s really not that not when people are yelling instructions at you.”

Finn froze and Logan could see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “There’s um, there’s some in your hair.”

Logan sighed, resisting the urge to feel for himself, knowing he would just make it worse. “Yeah I figured. I’m gonna shower anyways so I’ll just get it out then.”

He stood up and smiled at Finn who still seemed more flustered than Logan thought a person could even be. “I’ll see you around Red?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’m not going anywhere.”

Logan smiled as he walked away. Finn seemed a little innocent for this business but all the same, Logan hoped he lasted here. He couldn’t quite explain what it was but there was just something in him that told him he needed to see that boy again. 

Logan stepped out of the shower into his little dressing room to see Leo waiting for him on the couch. The room was tiny, really just a place for Logan to have a little privacy but it was perfect for what Logan needed. He and Leo always spent at least ten minutes together like this after filming ended just to come back from pornstars to people, taking a minute just to breathe and settle into themselves.

“Hey there Nutter-Butter.” He greeted as Leo looked up from where he was scrolling through his phone and smiled. Logan quickly threw on his pants and a hoodie and slotted himself between Leo’s legs. He rested his cheek on Leo’s chest, sighing happily as his boyfriend’s warmth seeped into him. 

“Hi baby.” Leo said, cupping Logan’s cheek and tilting Logan’s head up for a quick kiss before settling back down again. “Good day?”

Logan hummed, slipping his hands under Leo’s shirt just to feel the press of their skin together. He could hear Leo’s heartbeat and it was steady, Logan’s constant.

“Yeah it was good. Remus told the funniest story about his brother, filming was delayed by ten minutes ‘cause everyone was laughing so hard.” Leo chuckled, one hand coming up to stroke through Logan’s damp hair. “There’s also a new fluffer.” Logan added, his thoughts flitting to Finn.

“Oh yeah? What’re they like?”

“His name is Finn, he was working with me today.” Logan yawned, stroking Leo’s sides almost for his own benefit than Leo’s. “He seems nice.”

“Oh, is he the guy with red hair? I think I passed him in the corridor today with Celeste.”

Logan nodded. “Yeah that’s him.”

Leo kissed Logan’s curls. “He’s cute.”

Logan sighed, thinking about how one of two of Finn’s darker freckles were the same shade as his eyes. “Yeah he is.” He moved, crossing his arms under his chin so he could look up at Leo properly. “How was your day sweetheart?”

“It was okay. Kind of boring because I was just getting the filming schedule for the week and running lines and stuff. Nothing interesting to report.” He brushed his thumb over Logan’s cheekbone, “It meant I got to come here to you quickly though so I suppose it was worth it.”

Logan snorted, rolling his eyes. “Sap.”

Leo just grinned. “You love me though.”

Logan kissed him. “Yeah, yeah I really do.” He pulled away but Leo chased his lips so he conceded, laughing as he pressed into Leo’s touch. 

“Come on,” He mumbled, pulling away just enough to talk but still close enough that they were breathing each other’s air. “Let’s go home.”

Leo groaned but got up, shoving on his shoes and grabbing his jacket. “Okay,” He said, tucking Logan under his arm as they strolled out. “What will we have for dinner?” Logan just hummed and snaked his arm around Leo’s waist. “Whatever you want Peanut, whatever you want.”

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[drabbles-mc]

A Lifetime Of Me

Obispo “Bishop” Losa x Reader

Warnings: none! We love fluff!

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: A proposal request for el Presidente by @masterlistforimagines​! I love writing fluff and turning Bish into a sap, so I hope you enjoy! 🥰💍

You and Bishop had known each other for what felt like your entire lives. You met when you were teenagers when you had been on the brink of getting into a fight with some guy who wouldn’t leave you alone. You had been toe-to-toe with him, pushing him down on the sidewalk. There hadn’t been any fear or hesitation in your voice or movements, but Bishop still stopped what he was doing to make sure you were safe. After the man had left, he walked over to make sure that you were alright. You were still so rattled and angry that you blew him off, not wanting to deal with some other guy now that you had gotten rid of the first one. But, if anyone asked Bishop, that was the exact moment that he started falling in love with you—right as you left him in the dust and stormed off.

He was persistent enough to get your attention, but not enough to be creepy, which was a very fine line to walk. You let him in, and for years he was your best friend. You knew everything there was to know about him, and he knew everything about you as well. The older you both got, the more involved he got with the club, it actually made him keep you closer. You kept him grounded.

There wasn’t a specific moment where he asked you to be his girlfriend—it all just sort of fell into place. No one inside or outside of the club could pretend to be surprised when you started showing up together everywhere, Bishop’s arm draped protectively around your shoulder to keep you close.

You had moved into Bishop’s house with him three years ago, and all you could think was why hadn’t you done it sooner. You instantly felt right at home, and he made sure that you never would feel uncomfortable or out of place. The second you brought in your first moving box, it wasn’t his anymore, it belonged to the both of you.

You were lying on the opposite end of the couch form him, your legs entwined in the middle. Your eyes were fixed on the movie that you were watching but you could feel him looking at you. The past few weeks you had caught him looking at you differently. It wasn’t bad, but you could sense that something had changed. He had had a lot going on with the club so you figured that maybe his mind was just somewhere else.

“Obispo? You okay?” you smiled at him.

He nodded, placing his hand on your leg with a smile, “I’m good.”

You let that be the end of the conversation. But you did maneuver yourself to the other end of the couch so you were curled up against him. You felt him sigh contentedly underneath you. He wrapped his arm around your waist as he placed a kiss on top of your head. For the remainder of the film, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Every time you glanced up at him, he would simply smile at you and press a kiss to your forehead.

What you didn’t know, was that for the last two weeks, a ring had been burning a hole in Bishop’s pocket. He didn’t have a solid plan to propose to you just yet. He figured that when the time was right, he would know. He had no doubts about you saying yes—the two of you had spoken often about creating a life together. But still, he wanted the moment to be just right.

There had been one close call of you stumbling upon it. Everyone was at the clubhouse, a typical Friday night party. You were situated on his lap on the couch while he was talking with the guys. You went to reach into the pocket of his kutte to grab the pack of cigarettes he usually kept there when he swatted your hand away. He was never like that and it caught you off-guard.

“What? I just wanted a smoke.” confusion was all over your face.

He cleared his throat, feeling bad at his overreaction but he couldn’t tell you why, “Sorry, Amor,” he reached into his other pocket and pulled out the pack of cigarettes, giving you one and lighting it for you.

The incident had since faded from your memory but not from his. He made the calculated decision to be much better at hiding the ring when he was keeping it on him. He knew that he had no intention of proposing to you in front of the club, or any people for that matter. But he couldn’t leave it at home when he wasn’t there in case you stumbled upon it accidentally. Every scenario ever was running through his mind all the time.

You unknowingly snapped him back to the present when you gently nudged him to get his attention. He looked down at you with a smile, “Hmm?”

“You have an early morning tomorrow?” you asked.

He shook his head, “No, I’m all yours tonight and tomorrow, Querida. Why? What’s on your mind?”

“Wanna go for a ride?” you smiled. He’d seemed so inside his head lately, you figured a nice night-ride would be a good way to help him clear his head. Plus, it had been a while since the two of you went for a ride just because.

“Now?” he chuckled, sitting upright, “I’d love to. It’s been too long, huh?”

You nodded, excitedly getting up off the couch, “I’m gonna go grab a sweatshirt and my boots. Be right back,” you kissed him softly on the lips before taking off to the other end of the house.

He chuckled to himself as he watched you run off as excited as the first time he had ever offered to bring you for a ride. All these years later and the excitement still hadn’t worn off for you. It hadn’t for him, either. He still loved the feeling of your arms wrapped tight around him, the way the heat from you would warm up his entire back even through his kutte and shirt.

He grabbed his kutte and draped it over his shoulders, patting the pocket to reassure himself that the ring was still inside. He sighed with relief when he felt that it was. He pulled his boots on and patiently waited for you by the door. You came out, smiling and giddy as ever. He didn’t even bother asking if you were ready because he already knew the answer.

“Where to?” he asked as both of you clipped on your helmets.

“Somewhere with no people and lots of stars,” you smiled at him before tucking a couple beers into the bag on the side of his bike.

He chuckled and nodded, knowing a few places the two of you could disappear to for a couple hours to get away from it all. You climbed up onto his bike with ease and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling yourself as close to him as you possibly could. You took a deep breath, reveling in the comfort of it all as he started up his bike and pulled out of the driveway.

The two of you took the long way out of town, loving to see all the minimal lights of the shops and bars as you went through town. You were cozied up against Bishop thinking that you could spend the whole night like that.

Eventually you rolled to a stop, way out away from town and all of the people in it. Bishop got off the bike and helped you to do the same. You grabbed the beers as Bishop rolled out the blanket for the two of you to lay on. He was sitting upright and he situated his legs so that you could sit between them, your back pressed against his chest. You rested your head back, the leather of his kutte feeling cold at first.

He rested one hand on your thigh, “This was a good idea.”

You gazed up at him, “Yea?”

He nodded before taking a sip of his beer, “We needed this, didn’t we?”

You nodded but didn’t say anything else as you took a sip of your beer and returned your attention to the sky above you. You loved the comfortable silence that you and Bishop learned to share over the years. He had never been much of a chatterbox, and being with him had taught you that you didn’t always have to be speaking to let someone know what you’re feeling. You learned to communicate in the quiet moments with him.

He ran his fingers through your hair, staring at you as you stared up at the sky. He remembered the first few times the two of you took a ride out to stargaze. He hadn’t expected you to know so much about stars and constellations. He listened intently as you pointed things out, loving to hear you talk about things you were passionate about.

You brought him back to the present moment, “You know, if you look closely,” you pointed off into the distance, “You can see Venus tonight.”

“Yea?” he smiled as he looked up at the sky.

“Mmhm,” you continued to point, “You see that one that looks brighter than the rest?” you looked up and when he nodded you continued, “It’s not a star or a satellite—that’s Venus! Beautiful, right?”

“Not as beautiful as you,” he kissed your temple.

The two of you fell back into silence. You finished your beer and set the bottle to the side, resting peacefully against him. You felt him shift slightly beneath you. You glanced up and saw him trying his hardest to reach into his kutte without disturbing you. You shifted to the side a little to make it easier for him to reach whatever it was that he was grabbing for.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on top of your head. You melted into him, loving when he held you like that. You reached up and traced your fingers down the side of his face, feeling him leaning slightly into your touch.

“Y/N?”

“Mhm?” you looked up at him.

“Can I talk to you about something?”

You tried to move so you could sit across from him facing him, but he wrapped his arms tighter around you to keep you in place. “Of course,” he hadn’t seemed angry lately, but you knew that he seemed different. Hopefully you would find out why.

“I’ve been thinking for a while,” he placed one hand over yours, “about us.”

“Whatcha been thinking?” your nerves were starting to eat away at you, but you were trying to keep it light.

“That I love you so much, that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, that you’ve made my life so much better from the day that you walked into it,” there were tears starting to gather at the corners of his eyes, as he turned one of your hands over so your palm was facing up, “And that I would love, more than anything in the world, to make you my wife,” he pressed the ring gently into the palm of your hand.

You glanced down into your hand, and tears immediately began trickling down your cheeks. You closed your hand around the ring and turned, tackling Bishop to the ground in a hug and covering his entire face with kisses. You finally pulled away, looking him in the eyes, “Nothing would make me happier.”

Bishop laid there, looking up at you as you thumbed the tears off of his cheeks. He took your hand in his, uncurling your fingers so that he could slide the ring on. It fit perfectly and both of you were looking at your hand thinking about the life that was ahead of you. You couldn’t help the fact that happy tears were still spilling down your face. Bishop smiled as he continued to wipe them away.

“I love you so much, Obispo,” you chuckled, looking at him, “We’re really doing this, huh?”

He smiled and nodded, pulling you down into a kiss, “We really are.”

“How long have you been planning this?” your eyes strayed back to the ring on your finger.

“Not long,” he was beaming, “Only since I asked you if you were alright and you told me to fuck off because the last thing you needed was more men in your life.”

You laughed, your cheeks turning dark as you shook your head at the memory. “That really sealed the deal for you, didn’t it?”

He chuckled, kissing your knuckles, “What can I say? I like a woman who isn’t afraid to put me in my place.”

“Yea, well,” you laughed, “You’ve got a whole lifetime of that ahead of you, Obispo.”

He smiled, “Can’t wait.”

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[sunflowerim]

I LOVE YOU 3000!

-PART 40

Weekend 7

Harry reached sharply at 8 and was warmly greeted by Lux who couldn't stop smiling. Theo was playing with Cliff and upon seeing Harry, both of them ran to him at once.

"Will Cliff be joining us?" Harry asked, scratching Clifford behind the ears.

"No," replied Theo sadly, "he is not allowed, so we're dropping him at the dog sitters place."

"Aww Cliffy we'll miss you,'' Harry patted Clifford before looking around for Louis.

Louis emerged right then from the room wearing an unbuttoned sap green shirt over a plain white tee, sunglasses hooked in the t-shirt, chocolate brown fringe falling over his eyes. He looked beautiful.

Louis caught him staring but was awestruck himself to do anything about it. Harry stood in front of him wearing a pink shirt with white polka dots, buttons half undone (as always) and sunglasses atop his head, tangled in his curls.

They stared at each other without even moving a muscle when Theo and Lux started aggressively tugging Louis, breaking the moment.

"C'mon uncle Lou, let's goooooo."

"We're getting LATE!"

Within fifteen minutes, all of them were seated in Louis' car driving to the dog sitters house. The car speaker was playing 'Do you wanna build a snowman' on Theo's insistence and after dropping Clifford, they were driving off to the wonders that awaited them.

Harry waited with the kids as Louis went ahead to buy the tickets. Once they got the tickets, they stood with a group and a tour guide greeted them.

"Hello and welcome to the Warner Bros Studios- the making of Harry Potter. I'm gonna walk you through the sets and--"

Harry was distracted by Louis practically bobbing with excitement next to him. Soon the guide led them into the studio and they stood in a wide hall, at the centre of which a statue of the Gringott's dragon was suspended.

People around them were buzzing around and clicking pictures. Even Louis took out his phone and with great concentration took a picture if the dragon. From there, they were led to a set up of the inside of privet drive and the cupboard under the stairs.

"Oh my god, Theo look Harry's room," Lux pulled Theo out of the crowd to show him what she'd seen.

Next they went inside the great hall where and it was magnificent. Harry had seen the Harry Potter movies, but wasn't that deeply invested in them. But Louis. Let's just say Harry had come to visit the place with three kids and not two. Louis couldn't contain his excitement at all. He took in everything with eager eyes, took pictures randomly and every now and then Harry could hear him murmur "wish I was a wizard."

Slowly they walked through a lot more sets each as exciting as the last one. From the Gryffindor common room, boys dorm, Hagrid's hut, potions & herbology classroom, leaky cauldron, to the various shops of Diagon Alley, each captured the attention of the crowd and made everyone's jaw drop. They had a difficult time in the forbidden forest, where huge spiders kept appearing every now and then, scaring Theo and Lux, and Louis had to keep explaining that those weren't real.

There was a particular emotional moment when Louis was brought to tears by a stuffed werewolf because it reminded him of Remus Lupin. Both Lux and Theo, along with Harry had to console him afterwards. He had barely recovered when they were faced with a abstract statue of Sirius Black and Louis was sad again.

Soon it was time for lunch and they found some nice seats in the in-studio restaurant and ate to their fullest. Louis and Harry even tried butterbeer and Louis declared this should be available at all regular clubs too.

After lunch, they were led towards the Hogwarts Express and Harry took pictures of Lux, Theo and Louis one by one in front of the 9¾ platform. In another section, tourists could dress up in Hogwarts robes and sit on a broomstick and record videos and of course all three of them did.

All of them were amazed at the props section. Each and every prop used in the movies was placed in glass boxes and they looked so realistic, it'd make one think that they were actually in the wizarding world.

Walking around the wizarding world set up they didn't even notice the time and soon it was almost evening.

The tour was almost over and their last stop was the merch shop. Upon entering the merch shop, nobody moved for a few seconds. They were taken aback by the variety of items that had been stacked up for sale. Louis bought Lux and Theo a wand each and they couldn't stop waving it around even for a second. He himself wanted to buy a Gryffindor quidditch costume, which earned a tease from Harry,

"Fancy seeing you go to work in these."

"Don't be silly Harry, it's for Halloween."

At the end he settled for a Gryffindor t-shirt and bought robes for the twins instead. Hufflepuff for Theo and Gryffindor for Lux.

Louis even made Harry take the Sorting Hat quiz right there, so he could buy him something. Hufflepuff.

"Yay, Harry you're with me," said Theo running to hug him.

Harry wouldn't buy a robe so Louis got him a t-shirt too.

They also bought a Hogwarts poster for the twins' bedroom at Louis' (because their mum wouldn't let them put up so many posters in the room in their own house and well Louis is the cool uncle so he'll obviously buy it for them).

On their way out they bought loads of chocolates and in his excitement, Louis didn't notice that Harry was lingering a little longer at the payment desk.

It was a wholesome day and it left them exhausted but happy.

After exiting the studio, Louis drove them to his favourite restaurant for dinner. The twins were staying with them tonight and had insisted Harry stay back too. Harry readily agreed and Louis was the happiest.

Theo had fallen asleep in Harry's lap and Lux in Louis' and the two of them slowly climbed the stairs to the apartment carrying the kids in their arms.

After reaching the apartment, Louis woke them up for a while to brush their teeth while Harry got them ready for bed. As Harry and Louis tucked them in their bed, they both said their goodnights in sleepy murmurs.

Harry was feeling tired too and went to the guest room (which had begun to look like his room) after wishing Louis goodnight.

As Harry settled in the bed, he took out his phone, deciding to post some pictures.

As he finished posting some pictures, he noticed that Louis had put up some stories on Instagram too. He was amused by the excitement which was radiating off of Louis' stories. He really was a kid at heart.

Harry was about to keep his phone down and go to sleep when he noticed that Louis had posted a picture. He quickly scrolled up and when he saw what Louis had posted, his breath hitched.

Harry will never know what possessed him at that moment that he jumped out of bed and pulled the blue wrapped packet from under the bed, deciding to go to Louis' room at once. He grabbed a clean t-shirt (which belonged to Louis) from the bedside drawer and at once made his way across to Louis' door. Clutching the packet tightly in one hand, he softly knocked.

Harry waited for about 2 seconds before the door was opened by Louis, still shirtless.

"What happened Harry? Did you need something?" Louis asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"No, --um yeah, I mean- I wanted to give you something," Harry replied waving the packet slightly.

"Oh come in."

They made their way to the bed when Louis seemed to remember he wasn't wearing a shirt and quickly dived into the drawers for one. Harry's brows furrowed in frustration when he saw Louis putting on a black tank top and coming over to sit next to him.

"What did you get me?"

"See for yourself," Harry said handing the packet to Louis.

"You didn't have to," Louis continued, carefully opening the packet, "When did you even--"

Louis paused midway, opening the box in the packet, gaping at the content inside. "Harry, you-- I-- you- thanks wow, I mean- how did you-", he tried forming a coherent sentence while picking up the carved wooden wand from the box.

Harry chuckled quietly, "I saw how intently you were learning the wand choreography. It's only fair that you have one too."

Louis flung himself on Harry, knocking the breath out of his lungs, "thank you so much, I love this."

Harry hugged him back tightly, trying to steal as much warmth as he could before he had to let go.

Louis let go after a few seconds, face flushed and went back to examining the wand. Harry watched Louis' eyes sparkle as he held out his wand and tried out some moves. Louis couldn't stopped smiling and that made Harry's insides flutter.

After a while, Harry decided it best to leave, "So I'll leave you to your devices. Goodnight."

Harry got up to leave but was stopped by Louis tugging the hem of his t-shirt.

"You could stay if you want," Louis said, ducking his head down.

"Here?" Harry asked, unsure, not letting his hopes get the better of him.

"Here," Louis replied looking up, holding Harry's gaze.

"Um okay."

Harry sat back on the bed as Louis shifted around to remove his clothes from the bed. Harry moved back in the bed and leaned against the headboard. Louis joined him soon and for a few moments both were quiet, not knowing what to say. The silence wasn't uncomfortable though.

Louis had kept the windows open which let in the cool summer breeze and Harry felt at peace listening to the sound of crickets with Louis beside him.

Louis started first-

"I saw that you posted a picture of me from your main."

"Yes."

"Wouldn't that be a problem?"

"Why? I can hang out with my friends."

Friends

Harry quickly tried to correct himself after seeing the look on Louis' face, "Not that I consider you one-- I mean-- yes I do, but not in that way, you know-- I mean-"

"It's okay Harry. I know," Louis replied, relaxing once again and slowly sliding down the bed, lying flat on his back.

Harry watched him as the moonlight settled on the curves of his face, and watched as his eyelids fluttered slowly, the moonlight dancing in the shadows of his eyelashes.

Harry tangled his fingers with Louis' half afraid that Louis would remove his hand but Louis just tightened the grip.

"Thanks for today," Harry hummed so slowly, that Louis missed him.

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for today," Harry said, a little louder this time, "for everything actually."

Louis craned his neck upward to look at Harry's face and said, "Someone's being sappy today."

Harry smiled and slid down himself, propped himself on his left elbow, head resting on his hand and looked down at Louis. "Well you make me one."

"You make me one too."

If Harry could choose one moment to relive over and over again, it would probably be this, him lying beside Louis, their fingers intertwined and his face hovering inches above Louis'.

They gazed at each and even in the dim moonlight that had filtered in the room, they could see every inch of each others face clearly and suddenly without a warning Harry leaned in and kissed Louis.

Louis' brain short circuited and he froze for a second before giving in. Harry astounded by his own courage didn't waste time in climbing on top of Louis and taking his breath away.

Harry could feel the butterfly convention in his stomach going feral.

Louis let out a nervous laugh when they stopped to catch their breaths. Harry's curls were all over his face and Louis brought his hand up tuck the wild curls behind his ears.

"Harry are you sure?" he managed between ragged breaths.

"Yes," Harry replied, his voice strained.

"But-" Louis stopped, not knowing how to say it.

"Oh god," Harry groaned, "you're gonna make me say it aren't you? Yes Louis Tomlinson, I want this, if it wasn't clear enough. Just that-" he paused, "you're the first-"

"-bloke you're snogging?" Louis completed with an all knowing smile.

"I would have framed it better, but I guess that works too."

With that Harry closed the gap between them again, hands fiddling with the fabric of Louis' shirt which he managed to pull off in a few minutes.

"Shouldn't have put it on," Harry murmured in between their kisses.

Louis tangled his hands in Harry's hair and tugged at it in response.

"I love seeing you in my shirt," Louis said, rolling them over, settling on top of Harry, legs straddling Harry's hips, "but right now, I'd like for it to disappear."

Louis grabbed his wand from the bedside table and pointing it down at Harry, said "Evanesco!"

Harry watched in amusement as the boy above him, held a wand out and incanted a vanishing spell in the middle of a heated moment. Trust Louis to be dramatic. Louis' eyes glistened in the dim light and Harry obliged instantly. Louis leaned in on Harry and they got into their rhythm again, slowly discovering every inch of each other's skin, neither willing to let go.

--

When Harry woke next morning, he pleased to find himself on top of Louis' chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of Louis' belly underneath his hand. He slowly got up, careful not to wake Louis up and got off the bed, planting a kiss on Louis' forehead and made for the bathroom. He quickly freshened up, and returned to the room, to find Louis sitting up, with his back facing the window, sunlight slipping in through the curtains and illuminating his back. Louis smiled sleepily and beckoned Harry to come over. Harry started making his way over to him but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Stay here, don't move, I'll be back."

He dashed out of Louis' room and into the guest room and returned a minute later with his phone.

"Can I take a picture?"

"What?" Louis laughed in disbelief. "You can't be serious, I'm in my boxers."

"That won't matter. You look beautiful."

A slow blush spread across Louis' face and Harry took that as a cue to move forward. He stood at the end of the bed on Louis' right side and with great concentration took a picture.

"Let me have a look" Louis asked.

"Nuh, uh. You'll see when it's time."

Louis pouted his lips in faux sadness which earned a kiss from Harry.

"Now freshen up, the twins will be up anytime soon."

Inside the shower, Louis couldn't stop thinking about last night. He could feel a stupid grin spread on his face everytime he thought about Harry.

God. He might be in love.

Louis emerged into the drawing room and an amazing smell of pancakes wafted into his nose.

"Hey how'd you know?" Louis asked, making his way over to the kitchen and climbing on top of the kitchen counter.

"Huh? --oh this? Lux told me. Pancakes. Household favourite."

"You're spoiling them."

"You're one to talk," Harry raised an eyebrow at Louis and had to force his thoughts from wanting to kiss Harry again to the delicious pancakes being cooked.

The twins absolutely adored Harry and wouldn't let him leave even after breakfast. Lot's of negotiations and promises later, they finally agreed to let Harry leave. Louis walked him to the door and as Harry was leaving, he reached out and held his hand.

"Um, you do realise that we've watched 21 out of 22 movies and it's just week 7?"

"So what? If you thought you'll get rid of me after a few calculated weeks, you're wrong mister. I think we established that already."

"Yeah, I was just checking if it stands," Louis replied sheepishly.

"After yesterday, you don't have to worry," Harry said, moving closer and pressing a chaste kiss on Louis' lips.

And he was off.

Louis would have stood in the doorway for a little longer if the sound of giggles behind him didn't break his train of thoughts.

Lux and Theo were peering around from the couch and had apparently witnessed the display of affection.

"Are you going to marry him uncle Lou?" Theo asked, his expressions a mix of glee and confusion.

"No Theo, put your mind to rest," Louis ruffled Theo's hair.

"Do you love him? Like mommy and daddy?"

Louis smiled at that, "I don't know Lux, maybe ask Harry, next time you see him."

Lux beamed at that and soon Louis was getting the twins ready to be picked up by their mum.

Louis' sister actually stayed for an hour and they talked about all sorts if stuff, catching up on things they'd missed in each other's lives. Louis thought for a moment of he should tell her about Harry but then decided against it. It was too soon.

No sooner had all of them left, when Louis got a notification of a new post from Harry's private instagram. He quickly opened it and what he saw took his breath away again. Harry seemed to be doing that quite often.

Harry Styles was going to be the death of him.

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Note : first of all I'm so sorry for the late update, my college schedule is all packed up ugh -_- Secondly I've never been to Warner Bros Studios myself, so excuse the narration!

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Silver Nights With You~

ꕥPosted: 12/18/20

ꕥGenre: College!au, Christmas Imagine, Fluff, Angst & Smut (You know it’s gonna end happy, I’m a sap)

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Mingi

ꕥSummary: You get stuck in a cabin with Mingi and shit goes down( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

ꕥWord Count: ~4.9k (Holy shit I’ve never written this much before I am so sorry)

ꕥWarnings: Angst, Thigh riding, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it my dudes), Praise (m & f receiving),

ꕥA/N: This is the most angst I will ever write, I was genuinely on the brink of tears while writing this because I honestly can’t stand people being sad. Anyway this literally took me days to write and I really hope you all like it :)

ꕥTagging: @raysanshine​

“It’s fucking cold.” I took a sip of my hot cocoa, burying myself deeper in the mountain of blankets on my lap, glancing at the snow falling outside.

Wooyoung scoffed and spread his arms along the back of his couch, “It’s December, of course it’s gonna be cold.”

I turned back to him, “Okay, yeah, but I’m still gonna complain about it.”

“You complain about everything.”

“That is a gross over-exaggeration that portrays me in an unfair light and, frankly, you should be ashamed.”

My closest friend smiled, showing his slight dimples. His eyes drifted to my own, smile fading slightly. “What do I have to do for you to join us? Even for an hour or so?”

I sighed. Wooyoung had been bothering me about coming to our friend Yunho’s annual Christmas party for days now, but I simply wasn’t in the mood.

“I’d rather not go at all.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

A year ago at the same party, my boyfriend Mingi broke up with me. It wasn’t a bad breakup, but it still hurt. He was set to study abroad for the next year and it just made the most sense to him, he told me. So who was I to stand in the way of his dreams? We decided to cut contact shortly after, it being too painful for us to even have small talk. We hadn’t talked since.

I’d spent the following year in a limbo, trying my hardest to enjoy my newfound independence, but ultimately failing, my thoughts somehow finding their way back to Mingi. Everything reminded me of him.

Rainy days made me think of the way he loved to dance with me in the rain, spinning me and smiling wide, warm raindrops messing up our hair. Sunny days made me think of the times we’d both take off work to have picnics, making wishes on dandelions. Stormy days made me think of how we’d cuddle up to one another and watch a trash movie, making fun of the characters’ bad choices. He was a part of me. He always would be. I suppose two years of dating does that. I suppose they take a part of you with them, too.

I told myself I healed. I told myself I was over him. But deep, deep down I knew I wasn’t. Part of me never would be.

“He won’t be there this year, if that helps at all.”

I remained silent, refusing Wooyoung a response, looking down at the carpet.

“I get it. I know what you’re going through. It really wasn’t that long ago that Aisha broke up with me.”

My eyes darted up. Wooyoung hadn’t talked about their breakup with me yet. I refused to push him, knowing he was still in pain and that he’d tell me when he was ready.

“It was for the best but I can’t pretend like I’m gonna move on soon. We were dating for a year and a half for god’s sake.” He let out a bitter laugh and turned to me, “I know it’s tough, but would you do it for me? Please come.”

“Okay.”

-

The high shrill of a female voice rang out through my phone, leading me to pull the device away from my ear.

“I knew Wooyoung could get you to change your mind!”

“Arin I get that you’re excited, but I’m gonna go deaf if you keep yelling.”

“Ack I’m sorry! I’m just so excited to see you! It’s been, what? Five months since I saw you last?”

“Yeah something like that.”

“Well anyways, I know it’s probably tough for you but I really appreciate you going. I know everyone else will, too.”

I tried to push down the longing I felt for Mingi, remembering the previous year in far too much detail.

“Yeah it’ll be nice to see them.”

“Okay I hate to cut it short but my boss might actually fire me if he finds me on my phone again.”

“You’re literally dating him. There’s no way in hell he’d fire you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

“Shh not so loud!”

I rolled my eyes, knowing I was speaking no louder than usual.

“Alright. Take care then. I’ll see you at the party.”

“Yep! Love you, girly!”

“Love you, too. See ya.”

My phone beeped, signaling the end of the call.

I checked the calendar hanging on the wall of my bedroom. Three more days till the party and I was dreading it more and more.

A knock at the door startled me and I made my way over, opening the door to find Wooyoung standing before me with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“What are you doing here?”

“What? Can’t a guy just drop by to say hello to his best friend?”

“He can, but you only do when you’re up to something. What is it this time?”

“Nothing! Scout’s honor!” He lifted a hand to make the famous three-fingered salute. 

“You were never a boy scout, dumbass.”

Wooyoung brought a hand to his chest, mocking offense, “I’ll have you know that I simply brought flowers over as a thank you for agreeing to come with us.”

“Aww really? Do you wanna come in?”

“Yeah, really. But nah I can’t stay, I just wanted to drop them off.”

“You’re sweet.”

A cocky smile formed on his face, “I know.”

He passed the flowers over to me, giving me a hug and saying his goodbyes. I watched him walk to his car, a little skip in his step, wondering how anyone could let him go.

-

I grabbed my warmest jacket and walked out to my car. Today was the day I’d been dreading for weeks. Today was the day I’d have to put on a brave face and pretend I was alright. I mentally hyped myself up as I slid into the driver’s seat.

You’ll be okay. You’re strong. You can do this.

Snow was already starting to fall and I made a mental note to be careful. After all, Yunho’s cabin was roughly an hour away.

As I drove, the snow began to fall much faster, leaving me no choice but to feel concerned. My car didn’t have four-wheel-drive and what if my car got stuck? I was only fifteen minutes away but in snow like this with such a low temperature, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk the rest of the way.

The sun had already begun to set and seeing the road becoming much harder. Only four more minutes with the current speed I was going. I could make it.

Of course, the universe wasn’t having it and my car broke down almost immediately after I had the thought.

“Fuck.”

I panicked for a brief moment, trying to start up my car with no success.

Wait. My phone.

Grabbing my phone at rapid speed, I found it out of battery.

“I literally just charged it what the hell?”

I tried my best to cope with the fact that I had no choice but to walk the rest of the way. Taking a deep breath, I opened my car door and braced for the cold wind.

Trudging through the snow storm, I felt my ears and hands begin to hurt from the cold. I could barely see where I was going, having to rely on remembering where the cabin was based on the times I had been there prior.

Eventually I spotted a cabin in the distance and kept going, feeling myself lose heat with every step.

Finally, I climbed up the stairs and reached the main doorway.

I knocked loudly against the large wooden door, silently pleading for someone to answer. After waiting a few seconds with no response I tried to turn the door knob, grateful to find it unlocked. 

I pushed the door open and entered, quickly closing it behind me. Warm air rushed over me and I never felt so thankful for indoor heating. The inside looked the same as it always did; the main door lead to the living room which had the same snow globes above the fireplace as always, the same Christmas decorations scattered throughout, and the Christmas tree in the same corner as usual.

I shivered and moved to find a blanket when I saw a tall figure enter the living room. I looked up, feeling my heart drop. Standing before me was the one man that I didn’t want to be here.

Mingi’s eyes widened and mouth opened, looking at me with surprise. It seemed both of us were frozen, unable to do anything other than look at one another.

His rich chestnut hair was longer than when I saw him last, it was parted in the center, reaching his eyes. He was wearing a fitted green sweater that complimented his honey skin and tight ripped jeans. I refused to allow myself to acknowledge how attractive he truly looked. I refused to tell myself how much I missed him and how I wanted nothing more than to jump in his arms.

“What are you doing here?” I managed to say, hating how timid my voice sounded. It’s because of the cold, I thought.

He seemed to come out of his trance, “I could ask you the same.”

“I’m here for the Christmas party.”

Mingi gave me a confused look. “The party isn’t until the twenty third.”

Annoyed, I narrowed my eyes, “It is the twenty third.”

He raised a brow and took his phone from his pocket, turning it to me, ‘December 19th’ it read.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I huffed, moving to sit down on the couch while running my hands along my arms for some sort of warmth. Mingi noticed immediately and left the room only to bring back several thick blankets.

I removed my jacket and wrapped the blankets around me as tight as I could.

“My car broke down a while back and my phone is dead. Is there anyone here that could give me a ride?” I didn’t want to spend more time with him than I had to. It hurt too damn much.

Mingi gave an apologetic smile, “I’m the only one here, actually.”

I gave the man a confused look, “Why are you here?”

“My second semester ended so I’m no longer studying abroad. I came back to visit friends but didn’t have a place to stay so Yunho has let me stay here for a few days.” He was silent for a few seconds before adding, “I was gonna leave before the party I-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself. It’s fine.”

Silence.

“I would take you home if I could, but my car is being fixed right now so it isn’t here. We could call someone maybe if that-”

“Yeah that’s fine. Can I borrow your phone?”

He nodded and handed it over. I didn’t notice it when he showed me his phone before, but his lock screen was different. It shouldn’t have hurt to see that it changed from a selfie of us to a picture of him with friends I assume he made abroad. It shouldn’t have. It had been a year, I should be over him.

I opened his phone without needing a password and tried to hide a smile. He never had a password in all the time I’d known him.

Good to know some things never change.

I dialed Wooyoung’s number and pressed the call button.

“We are sorry, but at this time your service provider is out of range. Please-”

Great.

I handed back his phone, “You don’t have any signal.”

“That’s odd, we always have service here...Do you wanna charge your phone? Maybe you’ll have better luck?”

“Yeah.”

He left the room and I placed my head in my hands, trying to process seeing him for the first time in a year. He was devastatingly handsome and still as kind as always.

I really miss him, don’t I?

His voice started me, “Hand me your phone, I’ll plug it in for you.”

I passed my phone over, accidentally touching his warm hands and I felt a spark run through me which I did my best to ignore. With almost comical timing, just as Mingi reached a plug-in, the lights went out.

“Uhh...that’s not supposed to happen.”

I scoffed, “No kidding. Do we have a generator?”

“Honestly, I don’t think we do.” Mingi gave me a sad look, “It’s been snowing hard outside for hours so there’s no way we’ll be able to leave now. Even with a car.”

“Awesome. I love to hear that.”

“At the very least we’ve got food to last us a few days. We should be okay-”

“Do I look like I want to spend several days here?” I snapped.

He looked taken aback at my words and I felt a pang of regret in my chest.

“I’m not sure we have a choice.”

I hated to admit it, but he was right.

“Do you want any food?”

“Huh?” I asked, confused.

“Are you hungry? I could make you something if you’d like.”

I thought for a moment. “Yeah, actually. If you don’t mind, anyway.”

Mingi shook his head, walking to the kitchen. I didn’t realize how hungry I really was until he mentioned it, so I didn’t care what he made for me.

Minutes later he placed a plate and cup on the coffee table in front of me.

My favorite sandwich and chips. He remembered.

It should have been considered kind, but it just broke my heart a bit further. It was a simple act, but it proved that he stored it in his memory.

He remembered.

“I hope it’s still your favorite. I got you your favorite lemonade, too.”

I nodded, trying to prevent tears from spilling.

“I’ll be honest, I’m not quite sure what to do.”

“Lighting the fireplace would probably be a good start.”

He laughed, “Ah you’re totally right. I’ll be back with a lighter, call out to me if you need anything.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

Stuffing my face with the sandwich, I hummed. I always loved his sandwiches. There was something special about them, knowing that he made them for me, and this one was no different.

Mingi once again returned, this time with a lighter and a blanket, lighting the fire and sitting down on the couch across from me, wrapping himself in the blanket.

I couldn’t help but wonder how I possibly ended up in the current situation. Maybe the universe was out to get me. Who knows?

I took another bite of my sandwich, hoping I’d be able to leave soon.

-

I briefly glanced over at Mingi to find him on his phone.

Lucky. I wish I had mine so I wouldn’t be so damn bored.

The crackle of the fireplace was the only noise for what seemed like an hour. Neither one of us spoke. Growing tired of not doing anything, I stood and walked towards the fireplace to admire the snow globes. I noticed that behind the globes rested a photo album. I debated whether or not I should open it for the span of a few seconds before my curiosity got the best of me.

Opening it up, I saw pictures of all of our friends from the previous years of Yunho’s Christmas party. I began to walk back to the couch with my eyes on the book when I tripped, some of the pictures falling out. Mingi noticed and quickly rushed over to my side.

“Are you alright?” He was careful not to touch me, I noticed, but he was still right by my side.

“I’m fine, just help me pick these up.” I motioned towards the pictures scattered across the floor.

“Of course.”

We resumed our silence, picking the photos up and placing them back in the book. Noticing Mingi had stopped helping me I looked at him, prepared to make a quick jab at him for not helping, when I saw why he stopped.

In his hands he was holding a picture of the two of us kissing, dated two years prior.

I let out an empty chuckle, devoid of all humor, “I don’t know why that’s still there. Here,” I reached out to take the photo, “I’ll throw it away-”

“Don’t.” His response was immediate, taking me by surprise. He shifted awkwardly, clearing his throat, “I’d like to keep it.”

My heart felt like it stopped for a moment, hoping he missed us as much as I did.

“Why?” I asked.

Mingi smiled, still looking at the frozen image of the two of us. “Do you remember this day?”

“Of course I do.” My eyes began to water without me realizing, “That day was the first time you told me you loved me.”

His eyes found mine, sadness within them, “Yeah. Yeah it was.” His voice became horse as if he was fighting back tears.

“I didn’t want to let you go.”

“Then why did you?”

His eyes drifted down. “I was traveling halfway across the world for a year. I guess part of me thought you would meet someone else. I wanted to save myself the heartbreak in case you did.”

“I would’ve gladly stayed with you if you had asked. I have no desire to meet anyone else. Ever. You are the only one for me.” I froze, the realization of my words hitting me.

Mingi looked at me, “When I was abroad, I missed you every second of every day and I have missed you every second of every day since.” His hands cupped my face as if I was made of glass and a single tear fell down his cheek, causing my own tears to spill.

I was no longer able to speak, and so I did the only thing I could think of: I kissed him.

I kissed him with all the hurt that I felt after he left me. I kissed him with the deep love that I still felt for him. I kissed him with the fear that I’d lose him once again.

Our kisses soon grew heated, the photo album quickly forgotten, and I found my arms wrapped around his neck, hands running through his soft hair while his found their way to the bottom of my sweater, toying with it.

“Do you want this?” He growled, voice much deeper and raspier than before.

“Yes.”

With that, he pulled my sweater over my head, eyes scanning the red, lacy bra I was wearing.

His favorite.

Mingi chuckled, “This is still my favorite bra of yours.”

“I don’t know, I’ve got some new ones that are pretty hot.”

He let out a groan and began to leave kisses down my neck, setting my skin on fire.

I stopped him, needed to know one thing before we continued, “Did you...have you...since we last...?”

He smiled, “How could I? I’ve only ever been yours. Have you?”

I gave a slight smile, “No. No, I haven’t.”

I kissed him again and lifted his sweater, tossing it across the room. He had slightly defined abs when I was with him before, but they were far more prominent now. His arms were much more defined and it took all of my concentration to keep from drooling.

“Like what you see, doll?”

My voice was a borderline squeak, “Yes.”

“You still into praise, sweetheart?

I nodded, pulling on his jeans. Only slightly embarrassed with how eager I was.

“Not yet, baby.” Mingi easily lifted me to the couch and helped me remove my jeans. He grabbed my hips and placed me on his thigh, tightening his muscles as he dragged my clothed core across his own jeans. In mere seconds I became a quivering mess. I realized how truly long it had been since I’d been with anyone like this, and I had to admit I was needy.

“What a good girl you’re being for me. Aren’t you? You’re doing wonderfully, my love.”

I whimpered and pulled myself closer to him.

“Are you close, baby?”

I nodded, maybe too quickly, and felt my orgasm wash over me. I panted, already out of breath.

“Good girl.”

Bringing my lips to his I reached for his pants again and this time he helped me remove them. As I grinded down against him, he let out a deep growl.

“Let’s rid you of these, hmm?”

He eagerly removed my panties and bra and stared at me for a minute.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

I blushed fiercely. “You’re so incredibly handsome. Somehow even more so than when I saw you last.”

Mingi looked at me with a shy smile then resumed his actions. He removed his underwear and ran his length across my slit, teasing me slightly.

“Mingi, I need you.” I begged.

His eyes darkened and he entered me without hesitation. My back arched as he reached a steady pace and littered my neck with kisses, most likely leaving hickies, marking me as his.

I pulled his hair, bringing him closer to me. Mingi was always fairly vocal, but he could never get enough of me pulling his hair, always moaning in response.

He reached down and toyed with my clit, causing sparks to fly through me.

“Fuck—babe don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t—shit—planning on it, doll.”

Both of us quickly reached our high, cumming at the same time. I pressed a hand against his chest as I caught my breath.

“You’re still really, really good at that.”

Mingi laughed, “You are too, sweetheart. Oh wait-”

He got up and returned with a warm towel, cleaning me up and looking at me fondly.

“You’re cute.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mingi smiled, placing the towel aside,“Now, how about we get under some blankets? We’ll feel cold soon enough.”

I nodded and began to put my undergarments on, reaching for my sweater.

“I think not.” He said, now with his pants on, handing me his own sweater which I gladly took.

“You look hella good in my clothes, miss.”

I giggled at his choice of words, feeling happiness bubble in my chest for the first time in a long time.

“You look hella good without a shirt, mister.”

Mingi raised a brow and ticked my sides, making me squeal.

“I’ll fight you!” I yelled.

He stopped and rubbed his nose against mine, “Sorry I can’t help it. Your laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world.”

“Shut up.” I laughed, feeling shy.

He placed arm around me, nuzzling my neck.

I turned to him, worry in my eyes, “I’m really sorry for lashing out at you earlier. That’s not like me.”

He smiled, “I know it’s not. But don’t worry about it, I understand. It’s a defense mechanism I guess.”

I cuddled up to him then realized I needed to use the restroom. I tried to get up when he pulled me closer to him.

“Please don’t leave me.”

“Silly, I just have to use the restroom. I don’t want a UTI.”

He laughed aloud, “Fine but you better come right back.”

“I will,” I told him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before I walked away.

I soon looked in the mirror of the bathroom, observing my flushed cheeks and the wide smile I couldn’t seem to wipe off my face.

This girl looks happy. I think I can get used to seeing her in the mirror.

I returned and was instantly pulled back into his arms.

“I love you.”

I felt a tear run down my face, feeling beyond happy, “I love you, too. So much.”

I wasn’t sure when, but I felt my eyes began to droop, slowly falling asleep in the arms of the man I loved.

-

The day following, Mingi’s phone recieved signal and I was able to call Wooyoung. Apparently the power lines had fallen, everyone in the immediate area losing power. The nearest roads had been somehow cleared overnight and he’d be able to come pick me up.

“Wooyoung’s on his way over, apparently everyone lost power.”

“Hmm. well I, for one, am glad we did,” Mingi pulled me into a tight hug.

“Yeah, me too.”

A silence fell between us, but it was comfortable this time.

Mingi spoke up, his voice becoming playful, “I’m taking you on a date soon. There’s nothing you can do about, I’m afraid you cannot refuse.”

“As if I would refuse.”

“Mmm.” I didn’t think he could, but he pulled me even closer to him.

“Mingi you’re literally gonna break my bones.”

He let go of me, eyes wide, “Did I hurt you? Gosh I’m so sorry I can—”

“You didn’t hurt me you goof.”

“Oh good. You scared me.”

The honk of a car horn scared me and I jumped, Mingi hiding a smile.

“Call me if you need anything, okay? You’ve got my number.”

“Of course.” Giving him one last kiss before I bid him goodbye and left the cabin, hopping in Wooyoung’s car.

“Holy shit are you okay? Was anyone even home? My god I feel so bad—”

“Mingi was there.”

Wooyoung’s face froze, quickly turning into a scowl, “I swear if he did anything to you—”

“No, don’t worry about it. We’ve made up,” I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.

He didn’t say anything, he only stared at me before he spoke again, “You two totally fucked, didn’t you?”

“Wooyoung!” I slapped his arm in shock.

“You didn’t deny it!”

“Oh shut up. Just take me home.”

He playfully rolled his eyes and put the car in drive.

“Just so you know, I’m happy for you. I get why he did it but I am still a little pissed. I swear to fucking god if he breaks your heart again I will actually break his knee caps.”

“Oh I don’t doubt it. I wouldn’t worry to much about it, though.”

“If you insist, okay.”

“I do.”

-

December twenty third. The day that I had been dreading once, now one that I had been very much looking forward to. I checked my makeup and outfit once more before texting Mingi.

Me: I’m ready whenever you are!

Mingi Mango: I’m outside :)

Me: Shit, already?

Mingi Mango: Language

I scoffed, grabbing my purse and running outside to meet him.

“Babyyyyyy!” Mingi yelled as he saw me.

“Mangoooo!” I yelled back, jumping into his arms.

“How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Mingi it’s been two days.”

“But it feels like forever! You look absolutely stunning, by the way.”

“You cheese. You look really good yourself.”

“You know it,” Mingi winked and opened his passenger car door for me, “My lady.”

I was unable to keep from smiling, giving him a little kiss on the cheek and climbing into the car. The entire car ride was filled with lighthearted conversation, not a single silent moment between us.

“We’re here, doll.”

“Yes I see the cabin in front of us.” I teased him.

“Well just in case you didn’t I thought I’d let you know.” He laughed, eyes disappearing into crescents, and I felt my heart swell.

We held hands as we walked into the cabin, finding several pairs of eyes turning to us, then to our intertwined hands. I was pleased to find smiles on my friend’s faces, feeling happy that they were happy for us. Arin came running towards me at a seemingly inhuman speed and wrapped her arms around me.

“Ahhh how are you, girly? I’ve missed you so much! And you look gorgeous! I love that sweater on you! And your makeup! Wow! How’d you do that? Have you been eating well?”

“One question at a time, Arin.” I smiled.

“Sorry! I’m just so happy!”

"Me too!” I looked around, “Do you know where Wooyoung is?”

“Oh he’s out back with San. They’re having a competition to see who can build the better snowman.”

I shook my head with a smile.

At that moment she took a step back, looking at our hands. I had told her about Mingi and I dating again over the phone and she seemed happy for me, but I had to admit I was nervous to see her reaction in person.

“You,” She pointed a finger at Mingi, “If you hurt even a hair on her head I will actually fight you.”

Mingi’s eyed widened, assuring her that he would never hurt me.

She clapped her hands, “Well, good. Now that that’s over, do you all want a drink?” Arin cocked her head, the change in mannerisms throwing me a little.

“Yeah that’s fine.”

“Okay! I’ll be right back! Catch up with everyone you two!”

As if he was a ghost, Yunho appeared next to Mingi, scaring us both.

“Christ, Yunho. Give a man a warning first.”

“Sorry,” He chucked, “How are you both?”

“We’re doing well, thanks.”

“We’re happy.” Mingi turned to me and looked at me with heart eyes, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

“You all are cute. Speaking of, you haven’t met Mia, have you?”

Mingi and I exchanged confused looks.

“No, I don’t believe so. Who’s that?”

“She’s my new girlfriend. We’ve been dating for a little over a month but if I’m being honest, I’m already head over heels for this girl.” Yunho turned, calling out to a girl surrounded by people, “Mia, can you come here?”

The short brunette walked over, a smile plastered on her face as she made eye contact with Yunho.

“I’d like you to meet my friends from high school.” He introduced us and she nodded, fully invested in the conversation.

“I’ve heard a lot about you both! I’m so excited to get to know you all better!”

I smiled at her enthusiasm, “Aww you, too!”

Arin walked over and handed Mingi and I our drinks, skipping off to meet another friend.

Yunho and Mia wondered off soon after, greeting more people coming in.

“Hey I’ve got something I wanna show you.” Mingi whispered in my ear.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Come with me.”

Before I knew it, Mingi was pulling me into a bathroom and locking the door.

“I know what you’re doing, Mango.”

“And what’s that?” He asked as he leaned down to reach my neck, kissing me gently, arms resting on my hips.

“We’re at a party.” I said, whining at him but doing nothing to stop him.

“I saw that couch when we walked in, you know? I’m never going to be able to look at it the same.”

“Me either.”

My head eventually won the fight I was having with myself, and I promised that if he could wait till he dropped me off I’d be all his. It seemed to appease him as he gave me one last kiss and led us out of the bathroom. Somehow, no one noticed and I was grateful, sure that my flustered expression would certainly give us away.

“Hey, look at this.”

My eyes moved in the direction Mingi was pointing, seeing a mistletoe directly above us.

“Oh you definitely planned that.”

“And if I did?”

“I’d kiss you all the same.”

Mingi bent down to kiss me, a hand on my face, another around my waist. As I wrapped my own hands around his neck, deepening the kiss, I couldn’t help but think that this was what true happiness felt like.

Thank you, Mingi. Thank you for giving me the greatest gift of your love. Merry Christmas, my love.

#atzinc #mingi #ateez #ateez smut #ateezau #college au #atiny #song mingi

[pasiveagressive]

11 things Niall Horan Can’t Live Without// Niall Horan

Based off of GQ’s Video some parts are taken right from the video so please don’t kill me on that. Warnings: None?

You wake up to your boyfriend's alarm. When he was setting it last night you had informed him he was not going to wake up to it, he obviously denied the accusation and set it anyway leaving you to wake up to it and then in turn wake him up. 

“Babe,” you lightly shake him “If you want to get your haircut before your interviews today you need to get up.” He groans “Babe seriously if you don’t get up and turn off your stupid alarm I will not talk to you for a week.” he grabs his phone turning off the insufferable noise then closes his eyes again. Five minutes later the alarm goes off again informing you that he did not turn off the alarm but simply hit snooze. “Niall seriously if you don’t get up, I will extend the no talking thing to a month.” He finally starts moving and you aren’t sure if it is because you threatened to not talk to him for a month or if it is due to the shrill that is his alarm. He turns it off and then rolls over to be face to face with you. “Morning love.” He says and leans in for a kiss. You turn your head so that he kisses your cheek instead of your lips. “Hey!” you stay silent and climb out of the hotel bed. He tries to get you talking for the rest of the morning. “Love did you hear Harry’s new song?” “Y/N what do you think of my hair cut?” “Sweetheart what do you think my ten essentials should be?” You however refused to break. His first interview of the day is with GQ and it is the ten essentials video. Because you were not talking to him, Niall hadn’t told you what he decided his are. If you had to guess though it would be his guitar, sunglasses, phone, pillow, hair cream, journal, hair dryer, Lewis’ contact, wallet, and he will probably be cheesy and say you. You arrive at GQ headquarters and he steps to the side to talk to the person directing the video you assume. A few minutes later you are sitting behind the camera in a seat they gave you watching your boyfriend be his usual charming self. He holds the clapboard “Soft sticks, Niall Horan, GQ Essentials, soft sticks.” He claps the slate “You're welcome.” they do about a hundred variations of this before they move on. “What’s up GQ? It's Niall Horan here and these are my essentials.” He is then handed his hair dryer. You guys actually share the piece of equipment rather than carrying two around the world, but details. He talks about why it is an essential for a few minutes and then is moved on to the next item “Essential Number Two, Sarah Chapman face mask…” once he finishes talking about the face mask he makes a joke about how he seems vain after showing his first two, and this of all things is what breaks you vow of silence (well that and you are tired of not talking), “You are vain!” you shout, he laughs, “Seriously all I had to do all day today was say I am not vain? That is what made you talk to me?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “Come over here love.” You roll your eyes and walk on to the set. “Now I did not list her as one of my essentials, but this right here is my girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N.” He pulls you on to his lap “She isn’t one of my essentials because she is more than that for me. What’s higher than essential?” he thinks out loud and crew members start throwing out ideas, “Indispensable!” “Imperative!” “Vital!” “Yes!” Niall exclaims “I like that one. Vital. Y/N Y/L/N is vital to my survival. She does so much for me that no one even knows about all while continuing her studies.” He puts a hand over the side of his mouth as if he is whispering, “She's going to be a lawyer.” he says with so much pride in his voice it makes your eyes well up. “Oh shut it you big sap.” you try and laugh off your tears and slap his arm. “I am serious love, honestly guys if it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have even gotten out of bed this morning.” “He’s not lying or being dramatic about that.” You say as you go to stand up thinking your part was played, “Wait, what do you think the rest of my essentials are?” “Well you threw me for a loop with the face mask, but I am ninety-nine percent sure that Lewis’ contact info is one of them.”

“Damn, why didn’t I think of that?” he expresses. “See this is what I mean, she knows my life better than I do!” He lets you get up this time when you try to stand, but gives you a quick peck because he had yet to kiss you today. Even though you both believe ‘a peck is almost not even a kiss’, it would have to do for now.

The next item surprises you a bit, Niall had always liked to drink water more than anything else but he normally had a disposable bottle. For his birthday you got him a Hydroflask. He tried his hardest to remember to use it but old habits die hard, and forming new ones is even harder. He talks about how he had recently gotten it as a birthday gift and was trying to use it more because he is trying to do whatever he can to save the planet,

“...I’m no like eco-warrior, but my girl is and I feel like this is my start.” He tells the camera. An intern hands him his next item, his guitar as you guessed. He loves that thing nearly as much as he loves you. He had helped with the design process and picking what wood would be used, so it is only natural that it is his baby. He constantly has a guitar out when you are just laying around the house or hotel room, he gets bored very quickly so it is something for him to do with his hands.

He goes through the rest of his essentials some of the items surprise you a little but for the most part you could have guessed them all, sunglasses ( a matching pair sitting on your head), a baseball hat, his golf clubs of course, his suit ( he actually brought your favorite and gave you a little cheeky wink when it was brought out), his clothing steamer, and his hair cream.

Once you are walking out of the building sunglasses on your faces, hand in hand, he tilts his head at you,

“I am sorry about the alarm darling.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, and I am sorry for acting like a bit of a brat over it.” he kisses your temple, “Should we get lunch before your next interview?” you ask

“Of course. Pizza?”

“You know me so well.”

#niall horan #niall james horan #niall x reader #niall horan x reader #niall horan x y/n #niall horan imagine #niall horan fanfic #one direction #one direction imagine #fluff

[ragingbookdragon]

Two Can Play At This Winter Game

A Connor Kenway x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: None

Author’s Note: DAY 9 OF THE CHRISTMAS FICS. Real talk, I did this at the beginning of (November but don’t tell anyone we put the tree up early) the season and I pouted all day. Enjoy! -Thorne

           He wasn’t outright avoiding her, she decided, but something was certainly up with Connor. Never was he one to make excuses in order to get away, however he seemed to pull them out of thin air whenever she caught up to him.

           This time he’d made the excuse that Ollie needed his help with carrying another whiskey barrel. She frowned at his back as he headed to the inn, her arms crossed over her chest. Alright, he’s hiding something. And I’m gonna get to the bottom of it. Turning on her heel, she walked into the manor, finding Achilles at the head of the table, pouring over one of his journals.

           “Achilles,” she said. “A word.”

           The old man snorted, not even looking over at her. He turned a page. “You’re a little young to make demands of me, young lady.”

           She rolled her eyes. “It’s not a demand. Just a question.”

           “Just a question, she says.” His eyes met hers. “Something tells me it’s going to be more than a simple question.” He gestured to the chair beside him. “Sit, (Y/N).”

           Doing so, she got comfortable, but went silent as soon as she sat down.

           “What?” he huffed. “Afraid to ask now?”

           (Y/N) let out a pfft. “No, I’m just thinking about how to phrase the question.” Her eyes drifted to him. “Do you know if Ratonhnhaké:ton is hiding something?”

           Achilles lowered his eyes to his journal, fingers following down the page. “Other than everything he hides about himself?”

           She nodded, and though he wasn’t looking at her, he knew her answer.

           “What makes you think he’s hiding something from you?” his question was curious but held a deeper level of suspicion for his student.

           Her heart warmed at how high a regard Achilles kept Connor in.

           “Well for starters, he’s been avoiding me.”

           “He avoids everyone unless he can’t.” he countered.

           “True, but he’s really avoiding me. I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong, but he wont talk to me, so I can’t tell.”

           Achilles cocked a salt and pepper brow. “Have you tried?”

           (Y/N) couldn’t help the scowl that came across her features. “Of course, I’ve tried,” she insisted. “But every time I show up, he gives me some—” her hands waved wildly, as if they would speak her frustration. “excuse about what he has to go do.”

           She shut her eyes and leaned back in the chair. “I don’t think he’s mad at me, but…” her hand massaged her temples and she sighed heavily. “Hell, I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”

           A silence fell between them, and at first, she figured the old man was thinking it over when he laughed.

           Her eyes snapped open and she stared slack jawed at Achilles as he leaned back, one hand over his stomach, the other over his eyes, unbridled laughter filling the dining room.

           It made her face warm. “Hey, what’s the big idea?” she prodded. “Why are you laughing at me?”

           Achilles wiped a stray tear away. “Oh, it seems to me that you two are having your first fight.”

           (Y/N) scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Please. This isn’t a fight.”

           “Is it not?”

           She glared at him. “Usually, a fight is an instigation that one party makes, and the other party is aware of it. Thus, resulting in the ensuing fight or argument.” She uncurled one of her arms and propped it on the arm of the chair, resting her chin on her palm. “This isn’t a fight, it’s the beginning to—”

           (Y/N) narrowed her gaze and hissed, “I hate it when you do that, Achilles.”

           He offered her a coy smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, (Y/N).”

           With a sharp snap, he shut the journal and rose from his seat, grabbing his cane. “I’m going to take a nap.”

           She glowered at his back as he left, then turned her gaze to the window, watching a few cardinals fly by the glass panes. After a moment, she stood.

           “Alright then. If this is our first fight, then two can play at this game.

***

           In reality, she couldn’t play that well, having to wrestle with herself each night to not go climb into Connor’s bed, ultimately into his arms. So far, she’d managed to reason away every offer to spend the night with him: her back hurt, she had a headache, she felt like she was coming down with a cold, it was too hot at night (that one wasn’t true in the slightest—it was freezing at night), she had mission reports to go over, she had mission reports to fill out, she had mission reports to—she had a lot of excuses, but she was running out quickly.

           She sat in the corner of her bedroom beside her robe stand, quietly going over a few reports from when Achilles had been the mentor of the Colonial Brotherhood a decade and a half ago. The name Cormac kept coming up and (Y/N) went between Templar and Assassin records spread around her like a madwoman, trying to find out more. So, Shay was an Assassin turned Templar. He was the reason the Brotherhood fell so far. What happened to him that made him—

           A knock sounded at the door and she glanced over her shoulder, seeing Connor standing there, a look of apprehension on his face.

           She turned back to the reports. “Come in.”

           He took a few steps into the room, crossing over to her in two. She eyed his leather boots but didn’t look up at him.

           “What are you working on?” he asked quietly, almost as if he raised his voice, she’d flee.

           (Y/N) sighed, tossing a book over to her bed. “Not much, if I’m honest. A few reports from the Brotherhood a few years ago.” Her eyes drifted back to the report open in her lap. “What are you doing here?”

           Connor went silent, then murmured, “You are upset with me.”

           She paused, then gazed up at him. “Do you want me to be honest with you?”

           He nodded.

           A sigh passed her lips. “I’m disappointed that it’s taken you this long to engage me.” Her eyes narrowed sadly. “My attitude towards you has been a result of your attitude towards me.”

           (Y/N) nodded at the floor. “Sit.”

           He sat beside her with his legs crossed, watching as she turned to face him.

           “You’ve been avoiding me for a while, and every time I tried to discover why, you just up and left. So…I did the same.” She tried to take the attention off her by rubbing her thumb over her knuckles and sighed. “I guess it was a bit childish to do in the end.”

           Connor frowned, feeling a heavy weight on his chest. “I apologize for my actions.”

           (Y/N) stared at him. “I appreciate the apology Ratonhnhaké:ton, but I don’t want it.” His brows furrowed and she added, “I want to know why. I want to know if it was something I did. Was it? If I hurt your feelings in some way, it was never my—”

           He cut her off by reaching behind him, pulling a red cloth out. It was tied neatly with twine, but the look on his face didn’t tell her that it was a gift.

           “What…is that?” she asked, and Connor undid the tie with one hand, then pulled away the corners of the cloth to reveal shards of glass.

           It didn’t take her but a few seconds to realize it was one of the Christmas ornaments they’d hung on the tree a week earlier, an old family bauble passed down to her.

           She felt shock rise in her. “Ratonhnhaké:ton what happ—”

           He lowered his head, voice full of shame as he lamented, “I was moving some of the ornaments so they would not fall, but it accidently slipped out of my fingers.” He shook his head. “I could not catch it in time.”

           Connor gazed at her. “I know it was important to you…I am sorry.”

           Suddenly, (Y/N) felt like a complete fool for her actions. She smiled sadly at him. “Ratonhnhaké:ton, why were you so afraid to tell me?”

           He averted his gaze. “Your mother gave it to you. And you looked so happy when you hung it on the tree.” He started to clam up on her, red streaking on his cheeks as he whispered, “I was…afraid you would be…furious with me.”

           She gently took the cloth from him, his amber eyes watching her closely for any perceived sign of rage. (Y/N) folded the cloth and set it beside her, to his surprise, and looked back at him.

           She shrugged and gave him a smile. “It’s just an ornament, Ratonhnhaké:ton. I can glue it back together.”

           His dark brows furrowed, like he couldn’t comprehend her reaction. “But it was from—”

           “From my mother,” she said, nodding her head. “Yeah, it was. As were most of the ornaments on the tree.” (Y/N) smiled. “Breaking ornaments happens. It’s not something to feel terrified over.”

           She looked back at the red cloth. “I guess I should apologize to you as well.”

           “For what?” he worried. “You did not do anything.”

           (Y/N) glanced at him and explained, “No, but I obviously made you feel like you couldn’t come to me about this.” She reached out and took his hands, raising them to her lips. She placed kisses along his knuckles, murmuring, “I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me, Ratonhnhaké:ton.”

           This time, the flush was evident across his cheeks and he stuttered out a reply. “It is—it is okay.”

           “Please don’t ever feel like you can’t come to me when something is wrong, okay?”

           He nodded mutely, afraid that if he opened his mouth, he’d say something foolish.

           Her eyes drifted over the cloth. “Well, I guess I should go collect some sap to fix that with, unless…” she met his eyes. “You’re tired and would like to hit the hay?”

           For a moment, his face pinched, then he understood. “Oh, sleep. Yes, I am rather tired.”

           (Y/N) snorted. “Yeah, I bet telling your lover you broke a familial ornament is nerve-racking enough to tire you out.”

           Connor glared at her as he helped her to her feet. “You are going to tease me about this for a while are you not?”

           She winked at him. “Oh, every Christmas, no doubt.”

           He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I guess this is to be expected.”

           Nudging his side, she quipped, “You can make it up to me by picking one out with me in town later next week.”

           “You want me to go?”

           “Of course.” She said. “If we pick one out together, it’ll be special to us both.”

           Connor smiled. “That…sounds like a good idea.”

           (Y/N) snorted. “Well yeah, it came from me.”

           He rolled his eyes at her, starting to remove his robes. She, being in her nightclothes already, simply crawled into the bed, waiting for him.

           When he slipped into the bed, (Y/N) immediately snuggled into his arms, resting her head on his chest; his arms curled around her tight, holding her as if she would disappear.

           For a few moments, neither of them said a thing, merely enjoying the silence, then he murmured, “It is good to have you in my arms again.”

           “Yeah?” she replied, her fingers dancing across his chest.

           “Yes.” His lips pressed against the crown of her head. “I did not—I do not sleep well when you are not beside me.”

           (Y/N) swallowed thickly, feeling a warmth spread across her cheeks as she whispered, “Neither do I…the bed is too cold and lonely.”

           Connor chuckled, his chest rumbling under her ear. “I guess we have both learned a lesson.”

           She smiled and looked up at him. “I guess we have.” She pressed a kiss to his skin. “I love you, Ratonhnhaké:ton.”

           He leaned down, pressing his lips to her forehead. “And I you.”

#connor kenway x reader #connor kenway x reader imagine #connor kenway x reader imagines #connor kenway imagine #connor kenway imagines #connor kenway #Ratonhnhaké:ton #ac3 #ac3 imagine #ac3 imagines #assassins creed 3 #assassins creed 3 imagines #assassins creed 3 imagine #ac imagines #ac imagine #assassins creed imagine #assassins creed imagines #achilles davenport #shay cormac

[marydublinauthor]

Random Gt Drabbles: Lagrimoso

Characters belong to @bittykimmy13 and me. I wrote the first half and Kim wrote the second. ❤️

TW for mention of dehumanization.

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She found Micah strumming his acoustic guitar on the roof of the med van. There was no walkway for prints to get up there— hell, there wasn’t one for dumb-ass humans, either. She scoffed under her breath, spotting boot scuffs under the glossy windows.

The scheduled shows here were done. Most of the crew was out, enjoying their last night in the city. Everly put herself right into the light and pumped her arms until Micah noticed her.

He stood up on the roof and made a gesture at her like he was performing for the chain-link fences. “It’s the star of the show, everyone!” His showman voice cracked with exhaustion, but his playing lacked nothing. He strummed harder, fingers dancing on the strings. “She comes from far away lands… Gracing us with an encore that you’ll never forget…”

“Can you come down here?” she called up between cupped hands— though there was no way her voice carried. Nonetheless, she knew he saw.

She waited for him to finish the elaborate riff, which tapered off in a high-pitched squeal as his fingers slid along the frets. And then the silence hit. He wavered on his feet, then climbed down from the roof and sat down on the ground next to her. Without the guitar in his hands, Micah looked like the energy had been sapped from him.

“What’s gotten into you?” Everly put a hand on his thigh. “We saved three trinkets tonight. Why are you out here drunk and moping?”

Micah grunted, “Hey, I am only one of those things.”

She waited patiently for his walls to fold. Tonight, those walls were made of paper and thread.

“The looks on their faces, Ev. The screams…” Micah hissed out through his teeth, let his head sag. “They don’t understand the stupid game I have to play. I fucking hate it, Everly.”

“I know,” Everly reminded him in a murmur.

“No, you don’t know. All these tiny little faces staring up at me, too fucking scared to even string a sentence together. Over and over and over…. So many of them.”

Everly climbed into his lap and reached up to cup his chin. Immediately, he snapped his face away from her touch. She flinched— Micah never did that, never. And then she lost words entirely when she got a good look at his bloodshot, puffy eyes.

He had been crying.

When Micah finally spoke again, his voice was like sandpaper. “I… I put the blonde girl… I put her in my mouth tonight. Let her sit in there while the cameras drank it all in.” He sniffed noisily, looking anywhere but the small woman perched on his leg.

Every felt tears prickling her own eyes as she stared up at him unwaveringly. It never got any easier, imagining her soulmate in the depths of depravity. “You were just doing what you had to, to get them to safety. Don’t do this to yourself.”

Micah bared his teeth, shaking his head adamantly. “I didn’t have to keep her in there that long. Fuck, Everly. I… A part of me liked how it felt. I’m no better than the rest of those sick fuckers.”

>>> She faltered, those awful words like sledgehammer to her heart. Her pause did not go unnoticed. He glanced at her before she could stow her horrified expression. Shuddering, he put a hand over his eyes.

"No, Micah," she insisted. "That's not _you_. You're a fucking rockstar. Cheering and laughing usually means good things for you. Maybe you didn't enjoy what you did-- just how _they_ reacted to it."

"You don't know that," he said hollowly.

Growing frustrated, she shoved at his chest with both hands. "If every good person gave up on being good the moment they slipped, there'd be none of them left." Her hands closed on the fabric of his shirt, tugging to get his attention. When he looked down, she did not waver. "Do you think I'm a bad person?" she asked softly.

His bloodshot eyes narrowed. "Of course not."

"A bad judge of character?"

He considered it. "A touch harsh, if anything. Look, Ev, I know where you're going with this--"

"I don't like most people on a good day. If you were actually some sicko, don't you think I'd be smart enough to spot it and stay the hell away?"

His fingertips crept to her calves, afraid to commit to the touch. "Maybe you're too scared to leave."

Everly gave a laugh that finally pushed a few of her tears onto her cheeks. "Yeah, look at me. I am beside myself with terror. Please oh please, someone save me." She leaned the side of her face to her chest, fingers looped firmly in his shirt.

Her gaze drifted to his private bus. Their safe haven, where the rescued trinkets were likely uncertain of what would come next. She ached for the safety of those walls--a place she never imagined that would feel like home. It would be nothing but a hollow shell without him in there.

"Let's go inside," she said.

He promptly shook his head. "You go. I can't bring myself to be near them right now."

Sighing, she sank down and made herself comfortable on his lap. "Fine. Fifteen minutes. Pull yourself together, then we're going in."

A little scoff. "What, you're gonna drag me in there?"

"No need. I'll hop in there myself and start sawing off guitar strings until you come in."

His hands suddenly swept in and pressed her against his stomach. He curled into himself, practically cocooning her with his body. A kiss pressed to the top of her head.

"I take it back," he murmured against her hair. "You're evil."

"Glad you came to your senses."

She looked up, and though he was smiling, the light in his eyes had been thoroughly extinguished that night. She saw him glance at his bus, saw the way his smile wavered. Nestling into him, she averted her eyes and embraced a stab of guilt she deserved, knowing that once again, she was asking too much of him.

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Teach me

Steve x reader x Wanda x Bucky

You'd all joined the Avengers at different points throughout the years. Steve had been the first, you'd come a few months later, then Wanda had joined and finally Bucky.

As you were part of the same team, you'd all been friends long before the prospect of a relationship. The four of you were too nervous to act on any feelings you shared, and it had driven the team crazy. It had driven the team so crazy that Natasha, Clint, and Tony had locked the four of you in a room and refused to let you out until you all admitted your feelings.

Two years down the track, the four of you were the most effective team this world had seen. Together, missions were easy. You did what you needed to in a quick and almost systematic way. 

As a quad, the four of you seemed to always be learning new things about each other. Even after years of being a team, friends, even after dating for two years. It appeared the surprises never ended.

"Am I allowed to move yet?" Wanda questioned Steve for the seventieth time.

"I'm almost done with the outline, Wand. Just a little longer, you look beautiful." Steve told her.

"Couldn't you just take a photo of her and work off that?" You asked, watching the scene from the sidelines. "Wanda looks like she's going to kill you."

"I could, but it wouldn't be the same." Steve shook his head. "Okay, I have an outline, you can move now, sweetheart," Steve told Wanda.

"Thank you." Wanda sighed. "Alright, I love you, but I'm going to lay down now. My back is killing me." She said, pressing a kiss to yours and Steve's cheeks.

"I still think you should have just taken a photo of her." You reiterated. "You never finish a painting in a day. You still have one you tried to do of the three of us that remains unfinished."

"I have to wait for the paint I want to arrive. There are certain colors I want to use, and I can't quite mix them." Steve told you as he got paint onto his palet. 

"But still, Steve, how do you remember all the details you need to?" You questioned, tilting your head to the side.

"Because he's a lovesick sap and stares at us too often," Bucky said, entering and sitting beside you.

"Look who's talking." Steve snickered, glancing up to see Bucky pull you onto his lap.

"I at least admit it," Bucky said, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"How hard is painting?" You asked Steve.

"Not very hard. It's all about the amount of patience and time you put into it." Steve told you. "Did you ever learn to paint?"

"No, I was homeschooled even before my mutation kicked in." You shrugged. "Art wasn't part of my father's curriculum."

"We're going to fix that," Steve said, pulling the canvas off the stand and replacing it. "Come here." Steve held his hand out for you. Climbing out of Bucky's lap, you walked over to the blonde. Steve positioned you in front of the blank canvas and put a brush in your hand. 

"What are we painting?" You quizzed Steve as he stood behind you.

"Whatever you want to paint," Steve said, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want. You just say it, and I'll help you." Steve promised.

"I want to paint Buck." You looked back at the blonde with a smile.

"Then, Bucky, you shall paint." He said, beginning to teach you to paint.

For the next two hours, Bucky remained still as Steve guided you in your attempt at painting. When your impromptu art class was done, you had a finished picture of Bucky. It wasn't great, it wasn't terrible either, but it meant something to you because it was something you did with Steve. It was something Steve had taught you.

Non-reader POV

"How's Pietro?" Steve asked Wanda after she hung up the phone. 

"He's doing well." Wanda smiled. "He's joined in some prank war that Clint started. He sounded very content with himself." She added, taking a seat next to Steve.

The quad had been on vacation for the past two weeks. The world had been quiet for the past few weeks. And as Tony pointed out, now was the perfect time to take that vacation, the four of you had been talking about.

Two weeks ago, the four of you had all packed a couple bags and taken Tony's jet to his house in Australia. A home he'd ever so graciously loaned to the four of you, provided you do him a favor one day in the future.

Pray to Thor Tony got drunk enough to forget all about the promise of a favor.

"They haven't burned down the tower, have they?" Steve asked her, worry coloring his tone. Clint and Pietro working together was not a good idea.

"Not yet," Wanda assured him. "Give them another week, and we'll revisit this conversation."

"Don't even joke about that." Steve chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"He's a good man even if he does act like a debil." She smiled, resting her head on Steve's broad shoulder.

"Debil?" Steve rose an eyebrow. "I don't think I know that one."

"It's like an idiot, but a step further." Wanda attempted to explain to him.

"Moron?" Steve offered.

"Yes. Moron." Wanda snapped her fingers. "Pietro can act like a moron, but he has a good heart."

"How do you say that? Good heart?" Steve questioned, turning towards her.

"Khorosheye serdtse." 

"Khorosheye serdtse,"  Steve repeated clumsily. "Khorosheye serdtse." He said again with much more clarity this time.

"Very good." Wanda smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

"Could you teach me some more?" Steve asked her with an enthused grin.

"Of course," Wanda told him. The two sat on the couch for the next hour, Wanda patiently teaching an eager Steve her native language, until Y/N and Bucky arrived. 

"We're back!" Y/N said as she and Bucky entered the living room, arms laden with grocery bags.

"Dobro pozhalovat' domoy." Wanda and Steve greeted the two in unison.

"I didn't know you spoke Sokovian, Steve." Y/N commented as Wanda moved to help you and Buck.

"I didn't speak it until an hour ago," Steve said, kissing first Bucky and then you in greeting. "Wanda's been teaching me."

"Tell me, is Steve still a terrible student?" Bucky asked, causing Y/N and Wanda to giggle as Steve scowled.

"I was always a good student." He denied the brunette.

"Our French teacher wanted to wring your neck." Bucky deadpanned.

"He was a dick," Steve swore under his breath, but the other occupants of the room heard it, evident by their boisterous laughter.

"Anyway, what other sentences did you learn?" Y/N asked the blonde.

"Ya lyublyu vsekh vas," Steve said. "I love you all." He repeated in English.

"Love you too, sweetheart." Y/N said, kissing the man quickly.

"Love ya, ya punk," Bucky said, also kissing the man once Y/N had moved away.

"I think you'll have to teach me more Sokovian Wanda," Steve commented.

"I'll gladly teach you, Steve. Any time." Wanda responded with a smile.

"That smells really good," Wanda commented, entering the kitchen to see Bucky behind the stove. 

"Thank you," Bucky said, looking up at her entrance. "I picked it up while on the run." He mentioned, pushing some of his hair out of his eyes.

"You need to do the cooking more often," Wanda told him, sneaking a taste of the sauce.

"Germs, Wand," Bucky said, shooing her away from the stove. "Besides, if I did all the cooking, we wouldn't get to have your paprikash." 

"I'll teach you how to make paprikash if you teach me how to make whatever this is." Wanda bargained.

"It's chicken marsala," Bucky explained to her. "And you've got yourself a deal." He added, shaking her hand.

"Great." Wanda chirped, throwing her hair into a ponytail. "What can I do to help?"

"Can you use the mallet and flatten the chicken out?" Bucky asked her.

"Yes, chef," Wanda smirked, moving over to the board where the chicken breasts were waiting. "So who taught you how to make this?"

"I was bussing at a restaurant somewhere in Italy," Bucky told her. "I was friends with one of the chefs, and he would teach me some recipes after hours. This was one of the few things I was good at."

"I highly doubt you weren't able to master everything you were taught." Wanda rolled her eyes at his modesty.

"Seriously." Bucky nodded. "I almost burnt the kitchen down once. I spilled a bottle of liqueur near the flame and would've burnt the whole place down. If it weren't for the fact, there were fire extinguishers in every corner of that place."

"Maybe we should bring that idea back to the tower." Wanda giggled as she finished flattening out the chicken. "Okay, what next chef?"

"We get them in the pan," Bucky told her. "Bring the board over, and I'll show you the perfect way to get them cooked perfectly."

"Bold words." Y/N said as she and Steve entered the kitchen.

"Just you wait, kitten. You'll see." Bucky promised, smiling as the two sat at the island.

"How was your day?" Steve asked Wanda and Bucky.

"Surely much more relaxing than the two of yours," Wanda smirked. "How was the skype meeting?"

"Hell." Y/N groaned, resting her head on the marble. "It's such bullshit they called. We're on vacation." 

"I know, moy sladkiy." Wanda cooed. "If you want, I can tell Pietro to annoy them." She offered, turning the chicken as Bucky told her.

"Fury would kill him, doll," Bucky told the witch. 

"And Tony would glue his feet to the floor." Steve chuckled. 

"Dinner is almost ready." Bucky nodded, stepping away from Wanda to open the wine. "Y/N, could you grab plates and glasses? Steve, could you grab the cutlery?" Bucky asked.

"You got it." Y/N said, hopping off the stool.

Y/N and Steve set the table as Wanda and Bucky finished off the delicious-smelling meal.

"And we proudly present chicken marsala," Bucky said, dishing up each plate.

"This is delicious, you guys." Y/N moaned.

"And that is the highest compliment I need," Bucky said, cutting into his own meal. "What do you say, Wand?"

“It’s all I need.” Wanda smiled.

Reader POV

The four of you had returned home a month ago. You immediately wished you were back in Australia. It seemed as the world was on pause in Australia, but the second the four of you returned to New York, the world was playing again.

It had been back to back missions and meetings for the past month, and it was taking its toll on you. You felt drained. You felt tired, no matter the amount of caffeine you consumed. But you also felt too wired to even try to sleep.

You needed a break. You need five minutes for yourself.

It was 1:04 in the morning as you dragged yourself out of your shared bed. You grabbed the bag you left by the elevator doors and stepped in, rubbing your eyes before stretching.

"To the studio, please," You said, leaning against the wall.

"Of course." The Irish A.I. said before making the elevator move. You quickly made it to the studio and sat on the floor as you opened your bag. Pulling out your pointe shoes brought into you a feeling of nostalgia. 

It had been a while since you'd pulled them out of storage. 

The lacing of your pointe shoes and the stretches were ingrained into your bones. You were almost vibrating in joy as you tied the final lace. It was funny, you hated ballet when you were younger. Hated that you were pushed into it with no regard as to your own feelings. Yet now, it brought you joy. Brought you calm.

The world faded as you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to play your playlist. You had finished your third routine when you heard slow clapping behind you. Looking up and into the mirrors, you saw Bucky standing behind you with a smile.

"Did I wake you?" You puffed out, spinning around to face him.

“Wasn’t sleeping anyway.” Bucky told you, stepping forward. “You were so into your dances, you didn’t even notice me standing there.”

“Sorry.” You muttered, looking down.

“Nothing to be sorry about, kitten.” Bucky said, raising your chin and kissing you softly. “You looked beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You responded, cheeks flushing redder than they already were.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dance before.” Bucky stated. 

“You weren’t missing much.” You shrugged, moving for your water bottle. “I don’t do it as often as I’d like anyway.”

“Don’t say that, kitten. I think you’re really good.” He said, sitting next to you. “Do you think you could teach me a little?”

“Really?” You asked him in surprise. No one had ever wanted to dance with you.

“Really, really.” He smiled. 

“Okay.” You grinned. “Okay yeah. I can teach you whenever you want.”

“How about now?” Bucky suggested, standing and holding a hand out to you. You smiled widely and grabbed his hand and he twirled you into his arms. “See I already know a few tricks.”

“Guess an old dog can learn new tricks.” You teased him. “Let’s see if I can teach you a few more.” You added, leading him into the middle of the room.

Time flew by as you began to teach Bucky. The tricks started off easy but it turns out Bucky was a fast learner and an ambitious one. The sun was beginning to enter the room as you and Bucky tried a new lift (12 seconds).

“Please don’t drop me.” You laughed giddily.

“Never, Y/n.” He promised, gently lowering you down.

“Do we want to know how long you two have been in here?” Wanda asked, standing in the doorway, red robe tied tightly over her body. Steve stood beside her in his pajamas with a smile on his face.

“Probably not.” You nodded.

“You do know it’s six in the morning, right?” Steve asked the two of you. After the two of you shook your heads, he let out a sigh. “Come on, let’s get some breakfast. The two of you can show us what you’ve been up to after.”

“Sounds good to me.” Bucky said, grabbing your bag in one hand and your hand in the other.

The four of you had been together for years, and yet the four of you were constantly teaching each other new things.

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