Prompt: Please write something where the reader is a shape shifter and Hugh is sent on a mission to find her. Could you please add Kurt Wagner as well?
Characters: Wolverine x Wolf!Reader x (little bit Kurt Wagner)
You felt a sharp pain in your stomach and turned your head to look, an arrow, you heard some men come running after you, hunters, you thought and quickly started running in the direction of the barn that you’d stayed at the past couple of weeks. You squeezed yourself through the hole in the barn door and felt that you would have to focus on everything else than the pain that the arrow was causing you.
Previously: Yuuri has survived his first day of being bodyguard to Crown Prince Victor, though not without drawing the suspicion of Prince Yuri and Otabek, the captain of the guard. Victor has proven to be quite the handful as a charge, and Yuuri is beginning to see what Otabek meant when he described the job as a “glorified babysitter.”
It takes Yuuri several months to get used to the new life he’s living, which is, in retrospect, a good thing. It isn’t permanent; can’t be, no matter how much he enjoys it. And he does enjoy it immensely, even if he’s really just doing the same thing that he would have been doing back home.
He spars with Victor during fencing practice, just like he sparred with his own bodyguard Minami. He helps tutor Victor in the ways of the other countries of the area, like he helped Mari. He goes on afternoon rides with Victor, the way he used to do at home, alone.
It’s different in some ways, he admits. They teach each other their native languages, so that they can communicate with more than just the common languages. Yuuri has grown used to (perhaps too used to) the feeling of having someone latch onto him like an overheating barnacle at night. He learns that the palace dog, Makkachin, has a particular fondness for things that he shouldn’t have, a lot like Yuuri’s Vicchan.
He learns that Victor is relatively useless in emergencies, like when Yuuri’s thoughts get to be too much for him. He tries, after that first disaster, to keep his episodes away from Victor, since it seems to cause him distress to see Yuuri like that.
He learns that though he shows it in roundabout ways, Prince Yuri has more respect for his brother than he does for anyone, even their father. He learns that for all that Victor acts like a bumbling idiot, he’s actually smart– so smart, in fact, that it terrifies Yuuri sometimes. He can also be serious and sometimes cruel when something needs to be accomplished and isn’t (though luckily that side of him doesn’t come out often). He’s highly tactile, and shows decorum only when it’s strictly necessary.
Yuuri also learns, on one particularly average day, that he’s possibly a little bit entirely in love with Victor. And that poses a problem for him, since he has always had trouble concealing his emotions. Luckily, it seems that in this case, Victor’s denseness isn’t faked; he truly has no idea.
All in all, Yuuri is happy here. For a while, he even forgets that he’s a prince; it’s still there, hovering just at the edge of his mind at all times, but he’s often too busy to dwell on it.
Fast forward three months, and Yuuri is rolling out of bed early for once. As he recalls, there isn’t much going on today. There’s a meeting with a foreign dignitary later this morning (he wasn’t told the name; he never is, and it never matters much. He just stands there, making sure that nothing suspicious is happening and hoping that it isn’t someone that would recognize him) and a few logistical things that need to be dealt with for the ball celebrating Price Yuri’s birthday. Unless he missed something in his briefing last night, it’s going to be a relatively easy day.
He gets dressed before waking up Victor. “Your Highness. Victor, come on. It’s time for breakfast and you know how your brother is going to be if he has to wait for you.”
Victor’s eyes are closed, but he smiles and pulls Yuuri down. “He’s always like that.”
Yuuri flails a bit, trying to keep his belt buckle, knife, and sword sheath from scratching Victor. It doesn’t leave him a lot of time to stop his fall, so he lands right where Victor wants him. “Victor! You could hurt yourself doing that!”
“I can’t hear you, I’m sleeping.” Victor gives an exaggerated snore and Yuuri laughs.
“No you’re not,” he says, still chuckling.
Victor laughs with him, opening his eyes. “What gave me away?”
“You don’t snore.”
“I knew it!” Victor’s voice is suddenly very loud. When Yuuri winces, he looks apologetic. “Yura always said I snored, but I knew better.”
That doesn’t surprise Yuuri in the slightest. After all, Prince Yuri has always seemed to enjoy giving his older brother grief. Yuuri gets out of bed for a second time, tugging Victor along with him. “Come on, get dressed properly. You have a meeting after breakfast.”
“You’re such a mother hen,” Victor laughs.
“It’s my job,” Yuuri says, straightening his own collar before turning toward the wardrobe to get out clothes for Victor.
Breakfast goes about as well as can be expected. That is to say, it goes as well as it ever does, with Prince Yuri making a fuss, Victor being himself, Mila and Georgi being obnoxious, and the Tzar looking to Yuuri to try to keep some sense of sanity. Yuuri, as usual, can do nothing but look back at him helplessly.
“Yuuri, let’s go have a bath,” Victor says after fencing lessons.
Before answering, Yuuri takes a quick glance out of the east window; the sun has risen past where he can see, so it must be close to noon. “You have a guest that should be arriving any time now, so I’d advise against it.”
“Exactly! I’m quite sweaty and I hardly smell very good either. Is this how you’d have me greet a royal visitor?” Victor clutches his chest dramatically, falling into Yuuri’s arms.
Yuuri, as is his instinct at this point, catches him. He really is lovely, he can’t help but think before blinking and shaking his head to recenter himself in reality. “Oh alright. But I won’t be joining you.”
Victor’s eyes widen and his bottom lip quivers in a pout that Yuuri should not find so adorable. “You’re going to leave me with Otabek?”
“Well, someone has to be around to greet the visitor, if you aren’t,” Yuuri says, grinning at the way the logic seems to hit Victor like a hammer.
He sends an errand boy to get Otabek, who arrives minutes later. He’d been right, that first day; Yuuri doesn’t call on him for help often, but there are times when he truly can’t be in two places at once. He and Victor are gone soon after, heading for the baths (though Otabek will surely stand outside the door) while Yuuri stays behind and waits for the arrival of the person who has been granted a royal audience with Prince Victor.
Mila runs up to him not thirty minutes later, panting that there’s a carriage at the gate. Yuuri makes his way to the throne room, apologies for Victor’s absence already memorized and ready to be spoken (hopefully without completely fumbling it, but that will be an issue all its own).
Those apologies die on his tongue the moment that the visiting royal is announced.
“Presenting His Royal Highness, Crown Prince of the Southeast, Phichit Chulalont!”
Request:Hiya, so, could you do a thing that is where you’re jungkooks best friend and he forgot to tell you that he was bringing his friends over and when he was at door of apartment, reader yells back to come on in kook and she was in the middle of changing, wearing a bra and jeans, and she turns around after she has shirt on and notices that there is more than just kook and most are turned away except for namjoon or yoongi? Thanks
(Credit to original owner of gif also I got massive writers block so forgive me for it’s lateness and how short it is)
Bts had just finished they’re tour and returned home so it would be only a short amount of time before they returned to work so you had Jungkook to stop by any time and say hello and for you to catch up with him. He was you best friend and you were so close you were like siblings. He had a key to your house so even before he debuted he had a tendency to always just come over without pre-announcing himself.
You had been lying around your house and not really doing much but decided the middle of the day was as good as any to actually get properly dressed, maybe order some food and watch some TV or play on your laptop. You forced yourself off the couch and stopped when you could hear loud chatter coming down the hall and realized one of your neighbors must have been having friends over and you groaned upon realizing that your quiet night at home was loudly ruined.
You entered your room and began stripping off fully until you were in your bra and underwear, you heard the door open and heard Jungkook call out to you “Just in here, come in!” You yelled back.
You pulled your jeans on and scrambled around for a shirt and noticed the noise from the hallway was carrying into your apartment and frowned but pulled one of Jungkook’s shirts on and turned around to greet your friend and saw not just Jungkook but all of his friends, Jungkook stood staring at you in surprise along with Yoongi who stood there and couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you. Jungkook noticed this and immediately kicked into older brother mode “Yah! Hyung don’t stare at her!” He yelled and pushed Yoongi and the rest of the embarrassed boys away from your room. You were definitely embarrassed and entered the room where the boys had laid out the dinner they had brought with them. You sat down at the small table next to Yoongi and Jungkook both of whom were equally shook but for different reasons. After a few minutes normal banter kicked up with the guys and in the loud chatter Yoongi leaned over to you with a small grin. “Cute bra.”
(This was more of a drabble I’m sorry :( I still hope you liked it though!)
A week. It’s been a whole week that Ives girl—er, wait, she likes to be called El—has been living in the grandiose trailer of Jim Hopper. Yet, he admits to himself that the silent presence of a slim frame draped in an old concert t-shirt of his and some baggy flannel pants perched at his kitchen table with the expression of a frightened deer still makes him flinch a little (what? He’s not used to company). He greets her with a short, “Hey, kid,” and shuffles around the kitchen with feigned purpose, as Eleven remains tense as ever and follows him with her eyes. Well, frightened deer doesn’t really cut it for this kid—she’s more like some sort of fox, unnerved and calculating at the same time, tense and ready to bolt at any moment. She’s still just a kid, though….which is exactly causing the problem weighing on Hopper’s sleep-hazy mind as he aimlessly opens door after cupboard door and pretends to rummage through the useless ingredients inside. How the hell is he supposed to feed this kid?! She’s not going to survive on three cups of black coffee, a swig of last night’s beer, and a donut, that’s for damn sure. Their first week entirely consisted of thawing out frozen pancakes that Karen Wheeler whipped up in advance and graciously sent over with her son, who seemed oddly eager to stick around and “make sure El was adjusting alright.” Even Joyce Byers stopped by the station after work to drop off a meatloaf she made, along with some side dishes to help him get back into the swing of things, as she said sweetly. Hopper sighs exasperatedly into the empty fridge. It seems like the entire town was doubting his ability to look after this kid, and yet, they were the ones that saddled him with her! He straightens up and runs a hand through his mussed hair.
Request: Can you do One where reader and Peter are couple and she didn’t tell her dad Tony that she’s dating him and One day he catch them making out or something (:
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
I hope you enjoy!
Tony was hesitant at first to allow you, his beloved daughter, to go to public school. You’d spend long nights arguing about how you want a normal life outside the Avengers and Iron Man. And eventually, you broke your father down and he finally allowed you to attend a public high school in Queens, Midtown High School.
There was this boy in your grade that intrigued you. He’d stand up for those who were bullied and took the beatings like a real man that came afterwards. One day you were the one to intervene the fight between Peter and the notorious Flash. That’s how you met Peter Parker officially.
Months later, the two of you were in a slow growing romance. You were both young and you let time handle what would happen. Peter had asked you to meet up at this abandoned warehouse he’d like to skate at. When you arrived, Peter hung upside down from the ceiling with the Spider-Man suit on without the mask. It was then when you two shared your first kiss.
After that, your relationship grew steadily… That is until your father recruited the “Spider-Ling.” The two of you would sneak around behind your father’s back and had secret hiding places you’d hide in around the tower so that you’d have some time to yourselves.
There was a tapping on your window one night and you smiled as you let Peter in. “The tower seems empty.” Peter mumbled as you pulled him closer to you so that you could kiss him. You shrugged.
“Nat visiting Clint.” Peck. “Steve, Sam, and Buck are out jogging.” A longer kiss. “Wanda and Vision are spending time together. And my dad’s at a meeting.”
“It’s just you and me?” Peter questioned, wiggling his eyebrows. You smirked at your boyfriend before nodding. You put your hand on his bicep to pull him closer towards you but he winced.
“Babe, what happened?” You inquired as the blood starting staining his suit. You gasped before instructing F.R.I.D.A.Y. to send a med kit to your room immediately. When the tools finally arrived, you helped Peter out of his suit, leaving him in just his boxers. “This is going to hurt.” You whispered before pouring some rubbing alcohol on his wounds.
He groaned in pain as he began to quickly explain the gunshot that grazed his arm and how he isn’t bulletproof. You put a bandage over the wound and gave it a soft kiss. “It’s not better.” Peter pouted. You went into a frenzy of questions asking him if you should alert the authorities or call for Dr. Cho. “I need a kiss to make it better, (Y/N).”
You gave him an amused look before leaning towards Peter. Your father came home earlier than you had expected. He knew that the tower should be empty besides you. “F.R.I.D.A.Y scan the house.” He instructed the computer.
“There’s two heat signatures upstairs in (Y/N)’s bedroom, sir.” The AI informed him. Tony’s eyes widened. Two?! You must be in trouble if there’s another person in your room. He knew he should’ve taken you with him to that blasted meeting.
Tony called his suit to him and went to your bedroom ready to fight of your attackers. He noticed that your door wasn’t closed all the way and he heard a small giggle that was followed by a chuckle that certainly didn’t belong to you. “FREEZE!” Tony hollered, barging into your room to find a boxer-wearing Peter and a red as tomato you. “Wha-Wait.. No! For How Long?!”
“A few months after I got into school?” Your statement came out more life a question.
“Mr. Stark please don’t be mad!” Peter begged, getting up from your bed. You coughed and Peter’s face turned a bright red before excusing himself to get properly dressed in the spider suit.
“Let’s keep this PG for a moment.” Your dad whispered. “Have you and Peter… You know… In Cap lingo… fondued?” Your jaw dropped and before you could answer he broke into a rant about how safe sex is the most important thing in the world especially at your ages. “You both are barely in high school, alright. Both of you can’t support a child at this age-”
“Dad.” You said, sternly. “It’s never progressed to that level and he was half-naked because I cleaned up a gunshot wound for him.”
“Do you love him?” Your dad asked. Your eyes widened.
You and Peter never spoke about that before. Those exchange of words were never even spoken yet. But you didn’t need to question how you felt about Peter. You never had to. “Dad, I do. I love him, a lot. When you go around doing your avenging, I get really scared. I don’t want to lose you because I love you so much. And that’s the same feeling I have when Peter’s out saving the city. I love him, dad.”
Your dad gave you a soft smile and put a hand on your shoulder. “Be careful with love, sweetheart. It can hurt but it’s worth the ride.” You looked up and saw Peter leaning on your door frame.
“I love you too.” Peter said softly. You got off your bed and ran into his arms.
“Don’t hurt my little girl, underoos.” Your dad warned.
The sun rays pierced through the windows, lighting up every inch of the room. The morning was quiet, and serene. Rafael slept on his stomach, with his arm resting over her hip as she slept curled up against him. The brightness woke her up first. She snuggled closer to the warmth, taking a moment to adjust to the brightness. When her eyes slowly opened, she smiled at the sight of a peacefully sleeping Rafael. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand to get a better look.
You squinted your eyes at the yellow ones that were looking back into yours. You were not going to back down, but he just kept staring at you without blinking. You felt your eyes dehydrate and they started to sting. The uncomfortable feeling was too much and you couldn’t help but blink. The cat meowed triumphant.
As the anniversary of McCoy’s divorce nears, Kirk decides that the best way to help his friend forget is to get him good and drunk. He drags the reluctant doctor to one of the local bars just off the academy grounds. A couple of hours and a few drinks later Kirk puts his arm around his friend and leads him out of the bar. He grins as they make their way down the sidewalk, “Hey Bones….I’ve got a great idea.”
McCoy pulls away from him and shakes his head. “No…uh-uh…whatever it is I’m not that drunk.”
“I swear you’ll enjoy it…” He pushes McCoy toward an old red brick building with a green and blue neon sign featuring a microphone. The door opens and he ushers his friend inside. “Grab us a table and I’ll get the drinks.”
McCoy shakes his head, “I’m gonna need something stronger than what they were serving at that last place.”
“I think I can handle that.” Kirk says grinning broadly. He turns and walks over to the bar while McCoy finds an empty table along the wall near the small stage. Kirk joins him with their drinks a few minutes later and they settle in for the show.
After a number of drinks and quite a few songs, the Orion girl being Kirk’s favorite, McCoy stumbles up onto the stage and grabs the microphone. The song he chose, while Kirk was drunkenly flirting with the Andorian twins at the next table, begins playing.
“Well, I walk into the room
Passing out hundred dollar bills
And it kills, and it thrills, like the horns on my silverado grill
And I buy the bar double round the crown
And everybody’s getting down
An’ this town, ain’t never gonna be the same”
He continues singing very off key and occasionally slurring his words. He steps off the stage and gets up close and and a little too personal with a dark haired young woman wearing a shimmering black dress. “And the girls say…Save a horse, ride a cowboy!” The young woman smiles and exchanges a look with her friends while he continues to serenade her.
Kirk sits back in his seat with a devilish grin as he watches his friend make a spectacle of himself.
The next morning McCoy wakes to someone pounding on the door of his room. He opens his eyes and groans. The sun streams in from the half open window, reflects off of the silver instruments on the desk and hits him right in the eye. He puts a hand to his head and stumbles out of his bed. The person at the door knocks louder and more persistently. “I’m coming!” He grumbles. His eyes half open he manages to make his way to the door and presses the button on the panel.
Kirk grins at him as soon as the door opens. “Rough night?”
McCoy shakes his head and leans on the doorframe. “What was in those drinks?”
Lena busily walked through her kitchen, her eyes glancing every now and then towards her clock. She had 20 minutes to finish preparing dinner and get properly dressed. She glanced down at her vintage Beatles t-shirt and black leggings. Yep this is totally date worthy apparel she thought with a silent laugh. Alas, she didn’t even have 5 minutes before she heard a knock at her door.
“Come in!” She called, not thinking about how she looked before the words left her mouth. The door opened and Widow stepped in. She had her hair in a casual ponytail that swung like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. Her choice of apparel was similar to Lena’s from their first date except instead of a dress shirt it was simply a nice white t-shirt.
“I’m sorry that I’m early but I didn’t want to be late” Widow said with an apologetic smile. She held a bouquet of blood red roses in her hands. Lena blinked and practically bounced over to her.
“It’s okay” Lena said with a quick smile as Widow handed the bouquet over to her. She quickly looked around her semi-neat apartment for a vase or something to put the flowers in. Her eyes lit up when she spotted a lonely looking clear vase sitting dangerously close to the edge of her coffee table. After placing the flowers in the vase she suddenly remembered she was still cooking.
Widow held back a laugh as the girl practically sprinted towards the stove. “What are you cooking?” Widow asked as she walked slowly towards the kitchen. She took in the sight of the girl’s apartment. Items were arranged haphazardly on shelves and bookcases and she glanced at the bedroom door that was slightly ajar.
“Uh” Lena stole a quick glance at the skillet that was on one of the burners. “Well” She lifted what looked like a patty of some kind with a frying pan, “it’s burnt” She blinked like a confused child at the patty like item.
Widow smiled and rested her chin on her hand. “So I guess we aren’t going to eat then” She laughed when Lena looked at her with a sheepish expression on her face.
“I could always order some take out? Or I could order a pizza? I know it’s not as nice as what you’d expect but I’m sorry” Lena rambled on and on about how she couldn’t cook to save her life and how sorry she was.
“Lena, Lena, Lena!” Widow shouted, Lena stopped mid-sentence and looked at her in confusion.
“Oh sorry! I was rambling” Lena mumbled and glanced at her feet.
“Hang on” Widow cut her off before she could start again. “Don’t worry! I don’t care if you supposedly can’t cook! To be honest pizza sounds a lot better than what you were originally going to make” Widow offered her a caring smile that seemed to relax Lena a bit more.
Lena nodded and a smile slowly returned to her face, practically lighting up the room. “Well if you want pizza then I’ll need to know what you like it with!” Lena grinned as she walked towards her phone that sat on the gray counter top.
“I like all toppings” Widow shrugged and walked after her. Lena, taking note of this, nodded and dialed the number for the local pizza delivery place.
“Hello! Can I have a large pepperoni pizza?” Lena asked into the phone. The creaky voice of what sounds like a teenage boy could be heard as he asked for the address. “30 minutes? Okay!” Lena grinned and hung up before turning towards Widow.
“A large?” Widow raised an eyebrow. “Are you that hungry?” She teased.
“Oh shut it” Lena’s ears turned red in embarrassment as she looked shyly at her feet.
Widow smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of the girls head before she glanced at the couch. It appeared to be clean. “Lena?” Widow turned towards her.
“Yeah?” Lena looked up at her.
“Where is the restroom?” Widow asked and Lena pointed towards a door that was right beside the bedroom door. Widow thanked her quickly before walking in, locking the door and leaning against the wall with a small smile on her face.
“She’s too cute” She whispered with a soft laugh that she prayed Lena could not hear. Widow was already starting to fall for the small, bubbly, British girl with the spiky brown hair and warm eyes. She hadn’t felt like this about anyone ever since she assassinated her husband, Gerard Lacroix.
Lena paced in the living room nervously as she watched the clock, listening to its every tick and click. Her stomach growled at the thought of food coming any minute now.
Widow stepped out of the bathroom to see a pacing Lena. “Lena? What’s the matter?” She queried, her head tilted a fraction of an inch to the side.
Lena practically jumped two feet when she heard Widow. She had zoned out completely and forget she was there. “Oh nothing!” Lena smiled. “I am just really really hungry” She giggled.
Widow couldn’t help but smile. This girl was the definition of adorable at times. “Told you s-” Her sentence was abruptly cut off by the sharp crack of knuckles on a door.
“I got it!” Lena bounded towards the door and opened it to reveal a curly haired boy that looked to be about 22. “Thanks!” She grinned as she dug into her wallet for the twenty dollars needed.
“Cool shirt” The delivery boy said after taking in Lena’s appearance from her wild hair to her sock clad feet.
Lena grinned as she looked up. “Thanks! They’re a great band aren’t they?” She pulled out a crumpled twenty dollar bill.
The boy nodded happily. “What’s your favorite song by them?” He leaned against the doorway with a look on his face that made Widow narrow her eyes.
“Hey Jude” Lena smiled. She had practically memorized the lyrics.
“No way! Me too!” He took the bill from her hands and stuck it in his pocket. “Maybe you and I could grab a bite to eat tonight? My shift ends in 10!” He looked at her with a hopeful twinkle in his sky blue eyes.
Lena’s smile wavered just a bit and Widow suddenly stepped out of th shadows with narrowed yellow eyes. “Sorry love I’m already on a date as we speak?” Lena didn’t even glance behind her as she jabbed a finger in Widow’s direction.
The boy blinked, realizing that Lena was that type of girl. “Oh um well have a nice date you two” He blinked and walked off as Lena closed the door with a soft click.
Lena balanced the greasy box on the palm of her hand as she walked towards the counter. After depositing the box on the counter top she grabbed two clean plates from a cabinet above the stove. “How many slices?” She turned her head towards Widow who held up a single finger, a universal sign for one.
Widow thanked her for the pizza and took a careful bite out of the still warm slice. Sauce dripped onto her chin and she quickly wiped at it with a paper towel. The pizza was actually pretty decent.
For a few minutes the only sounds they emitted were those of chewing and swallowing. Until finally Lena looked up and said, “Widow, I really need to tell you something” Something about the tone of her voice and her facial expression told Widow that this wasn’t going to be some silly joke.
Widow gestured for her to continue with a simple wave of her hand.
“Widow I know this is our what second date? Yeah pretty sure” Lena paused to think, “yep second date I was right the first time.” Lena grinned triumphantly to herself. “Anyways I really, really like you Widowmaker” Lena looked down bashfully.
Widow smiled and tilted her head up. “Don’t worry chèrie, I like you too” Lena looked at her with such a joyous expression that Widow couldn’t help but kiss her right there and then.
After what seemed like hours but was a mere 30 seconds, the two parted with the same breathless expression from the previous date.
After a few seconds of staring at each other’s the faces Widow pulled her head back. Lena frowned and tilted her head, “What’s the matter love?” She was now sitting on the counter next to the pizza box.
“Nothing nothing it’s your so cute” Widow laughed to herself that she that she said this out loud for the first time to anyone.
Lena’s ears and cheeks turned a similar shade of red as she looked at her, “Oh shut it. I’m not” She looked down at her hands.
“No trust me you are” Widow smiled as Lena tilted her head down so their lips met again.
You stayed at home, under the watchful eye of your parents. They didn’t not trust you outside in the public, they just wanted to keep you safe. You wanted to say that you understood that, but deep down, you didn’t.
You knew that your parents were major loyalists during the Revolution, they were the ones who brought you up with the values and opinions as they had. So, when Britain lost the war, to say they were in a state of shock was putting it mildly.
They isolated themselves, with fear of showing themselves in public. In doing so, they kept you by their side… or so they thought.
Warnings: angst-ish, reader cutting herself off from family, mentions of scars and suicide, Season 9 spoilers
Summary: Gadreel comes to the bunker for shelter and finds a little more.
For most of your early life, the fact that you didn’t have any scars didn’t bother you. Although you were supposed to get scars that mirrored the ones your soulmate received, it was something of a relief that you didn’t have any- that meant your soulmate was safe and well somewhere. Even when you looked at the scars your friends had, you weren’t jealous. Just thinking of your soulmate getting hurt made you wince with worry.
You were twenty when the first scar appeared.
It wasn’t a night you would ever forget. You were in bed after having spent most of the night at a club, celebrating a friend’s birthday. Just as you were drifting off to sleep, an unbearable pain began ripping through your chest.
| Request: “Hi !!! Could you do a imagine where Dan and Y/N are watching after Y/Ns niece for the weekend and she is scared to sleep alone so she sleep between Y/N and Dan ?! Please :)) Ok maybe a thing, (if that’s alright) y/n is a youtuber so maybe she is vlogging a bit of the week end and the phandom is crazy (in a cute way) about Dan and y/Ns niece :)” |
| Warnings: None. |
Dan said to the camera with a sleepy smile and a yawn.
“It’s around 7 am and I’m about to wake [Y/N] up because her, well, our, niece is going to spend the weekend with us!”
The Phandom loved Dan and
[Y/N]’s niece, falling in love with her after [Y/N] vlogged a hectic day babysitting her by herself when she was two.
Dan crept into the bedroom to wake up [Y/N]. She lay there, wrapped in the checkered duvet, hair messy and a soft snore leaving her lips.
Dan approached, gently shaking her shoulder. “Wake up, babe.” He said softly.
She groaned, rolling to her other side and gently slapping away his hand. “Five more minutes.”
Dan turned the camera back on himself, shaking his head. “Get up, Sleeping Beauty.” [Y/N] giggled. “I’ll get up if I get true loves kiss.”
He groaned, leaning down and softly pecking her lips, making sure to film it as he did. [Y/N] got out of bed, taking Dan’s large hand in hers and following him down the hallway as he filmed.
“When’s she getting here?” She asked, yawning as she spoke.
“Around 11, but we need to be prepared before she comes. Making up the guest bedroom, buying food a five year old will eat, things like that.” He explained, making his way into the kitchen to cook breakfast.
By “cook” I mean pour cereal and milk in two bowls.
After breakfast, Dan stopped filming to allow them to get dressed and such, quickly he began filming when [Y/N] walked in the room in her favourite outfit, laughing as Dan sang “Here she is, Miss America.”
After filming, preparing the room, shopping for food, and everything else, the doorbell rang.
Dan and [Y/N] walked to the door together, Dan filmed as [Y/N] opened it and greeted her niece, Bandit, pulling her into a big bear hug. Dan greeted [Y/S/N] and they left, leaving Dan and [Y/N] with a rowdy five year old and her luggage.
“So, Bandit, how do you feel like filming A Day In The Life Of video with Auntie and I?” Dan asked, handing her the camera and taking her from [Y/N]’s arms. Bandit nodded, having filmed with both her aunt and uncle before.
[Y/N] grabbed her nieces luggage and they put it in her room, getting her properly dressed for winter in London, and headed out.
“Uncle Dan.” Bandit started, sitting between her aunt and uncle in the taxi. “When can I get my ears pierced like yours?” She asked, taking note of the pink studs Dan wore today. [Y/N] giggled, and he didn’t know how to respond. “When your mum and dad let you, I suppose.”
The taxi soon stopped at a toy shop, where they bought Bandit a toy of her choice. A pristine doll with features scarily similar to her own.
“Of course she picked one of the most bloody expensive items in the shop.” Dan mumbled to the camera, [Y/N] shaking her head as she gave her niece the money to pay for the toy. “You said she could pick anything, love.”
They walked out of the shop, Bandit holding [Y/N]’s hand with one hand and carrying the doll that made Dan’s wallet cry with her other.
[Y/N] whispered something to Bandit as Dan talked to the camera, and Bandit let go of her aunts hand and grabbed her uncles. “Thank you, Uncle Dan!” She yelled to the camera and her very tall uncle with a scraggly toothed grin. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”
[Y/N] took the camera from Dan, talking to it about random things about London, most of which she was telling her niece.
They soon arrived at the next location, an ice cream parlour. “But [Y/N] it’s winter in England!” Dan whined. “Dan Howell how many times must I tell you that ice cream makes you warmer because of its fat content?” Bandit giggled at the playful banter between her aunt and uncle that was all being caught on camera.
They walked into the shop, Bandit releasing Dan’s hand to look at the brightly coloured ice cream in the shop. Pastel pink strawberry, bright yellow lemon, even a blue coloured flavour that Dan swore was radioactive.
Bandit settled on a scoop of strawberry and a scoop of lime, which [Y/N] noted was a “Lovely shade of green.” And rainbow sprinkles. Dan got a scoop of coffee, and [Y/N] got [Y/F/F]. They took their seats in the shop, enjoying the cold sweets and filming a bit more.
“Auntie, can you make spaghetti for dinner?” Bandit asked, her bright [E/C] eyes sparking. “Of course, we’ll have to go to a shop and buy the stuff to make it though.” [Y/N] smiled, despite hating spaghetti with a red hot passion.
After finishing their ice cream, sightseeing with their niece, and going food shopping for the second time today, they finally arrived back at the flat.
After dinner was eaten, the lounge was completely destroyed and then put back together again by Bandit, and the sound of cartoons filled the flat, they decided it was bedtime and [Y/N] prepared her niece for bed.
Together, Dan and [Y/N] tucked her, and her favourite stuffed animal, in bed, let her say “Goodnight internet.” to the camera, and prepared themselves for bed.
After crawling in bed, it wasn’t long before they heard the patter of little feet on the floor. Dan stood up at the sound of a light knock on the bedroom door.
“Uncle Dan, can I sleep with you and Auntie? I’m scared.” She asked, carrying a stuffed toy with her. Dan nodded, picking her up and placing her in bed between
[Y/N] and himself.
“Goodnight Bandit.” [Y/N] mumbled sleepily, placing a kiss on her nieces forehead, Dan did the same, and Bandit kissed both of their cheeks and told them goodnight once more.
And soon, all three of them fell asleep after a long day of babysitting.
This is surprisingly short!! Hahahah I hope you guys like. Please, don’t be mad at me because of, well, if you read it, you’ll understand what I’m talking about hahahah my imagination is just running wild lately, and I like to run away from clichés and stuff.