heyo friends. my apologies for putting a majority of my stories on hold. i sort of lost where i was going with them, but i have one that i think you guys will like. i'll probably end up putting this message up on the next chapter of HTTT so warning for that.

so. i got this idea while talking to my best friend about myxomatosis(don't ask why we were talking about a type of cancer that it fatal to rabbits, just...don't) and i started thinking about rabbits and then the white rabbit and then

wonderland, youtube style.

the main characters would be mostly smosh, and the story would be twisted up a bit, but i think it could work? if anyone has suggestions on ideas about anything, specifically characters portrayed by which youtubers, feel free to let me know, because i'm running low on ideas...

thanks friends. enjoy the one-shot.

Have I Told You Lately - The Chieftains and Van Morrison

Iancorn

"Don't you feel bad?" Ian frowned and hopped onto the kitchen counter, watching David pace around the kitchen, waiting for his meal to finish in the microwave.

"About what?" David stopped to look at his boyfriend.

"You know, leeching off Anthony's sick food."

David snorted, "Ian, Anthony's barely sick. He had the stomach bug, why the hell did everyone making him food? It's not like he was going to eat it anyway."

The microwave beeped and David stuck his fork in, pulling out a potato and popping it in his mouth. He chewed on it before shaking his head and putting forty-five more seconds on the clock.

"Not warm enough?"

"Nope." David grinned.

"I know that look…."

"Come here." David pulled Ian in for a kiss.

Ian wrapped his legs around David's waist, begging him to move forward and press himself closer. He thought he might get something special right here in the kitchen, but as soon as the kiss began to get heated, David's meal was done being heated.

Ian groaned, "Goddamn stupid piece of shit..."

David smirked and pushed Ian's legs back so that he could move. He grabbed his fork and a knife and awkwardly held them against the plate so that the point ends jutted out.

"I don't trust you with a knife." Ian said, taking a step back.

"Yeah, well, you trust me with your dick." He snapped as he sat down and began cutting the meat.

"The fuck are you even eating?" Ian walked over to examine his boyfriend's meal.

"Corn beef and cabbage." David shrugged, shoveling a potato slice in his mouth, "With potatoes and carrots."

"I thought you were Italian."

"Just because I'm Italian doesn't mean I can't enjoy a nice Irish meal every once and a while." David rolled his eyes, "Besides, you know I'll eat almost anything put in front of me."

"I'm in front of you."

"And?" He raised an eyebrow.

"You haven't eaten me yet."

David shook his head, grinning, "Sorry, I already have a meal tonight, and I'm not a big fan of leftovers."

"What are you talking about? You love leftovers. You're eating leftovers right now."

David blinked, frowning, "You missed the joke, Ian."

"I-" Ian paused, "Shit."

David's face slowly spread into a grin, "Get it now?"

"I hate you." Ian gave him a death glare.

"No you don't." David replied, biting into another potato slice.

Ian rolled his eyes, "You're right, you're right. I don't hate you."

David smiled at him before they sat in silence for a few minutes while David ate. Ian watched him carefully, thinking about how far they'd come. They hadn't been dating much longer than a year, but they were taking it surprisingly slow, just revelling in each other's company. They'd already slept together several times, but Ian was feeling ready to step it up.

"I love you." Ian blurted.

"You…." It almost came like a question, but David shook his head, "I love you too, Ian."

"Really?" Ian smiled, "That just came out like word vomit, I'm sorry. I was just really comfortable with you, and I didn't want to tell you for the first time during something fancy, just when we were hanging out, because I thought if I told you while we were doing something important, you'd think I only loved you because of that important thing."

David blinked, "Ian, I don't care where you say it, I just care that you say it. It doesn't matter in what context, as long as that feeling is there."

"The feeling was definitely there." Ian nodded, "I can assure you that."

David eyed him, "You know what?"

"What?"

"I might be okay with having leftovers tonight."

"You are having leftovers-and I totally missed the joke again." Ian sighed, "Dammit. Can we stop with the food references and just say it outright?"

"I'll probably end up letting you fuck me tonight." David shrugged, "Since Kalel and Anthony won't be back until late." He looked around for the clock, "Or soon, I have no idea what time it is honestly.

"That's what I like to hear." Ian rubbed his hands together, "And maybe if you would stop playing Portal for five minutes and make out with your boyfriend, he'd tell you what time it was."

"I did stop playing." David smiled innocently, "I'm eating."

"Yeah, but you have to stop to make out with me in order to get the time."

"I made out with you like four minutes ago."

"For forty-five seconds before the microwave cock blocked us!" Ian crossed his arms.

David rolled his eyes and continued eating.

"What are you doing?" Ian frowned, leaning forward onto the table.

"I'm….I'm eating dinner?" David looked up at him, "Ian, what does it look like I'm doing? Are you okay?"

"I thought we were going to…." Ian jerked his head toward the back of the house, where the bedroom was.

"Not right now, Ian." He shook his head.

"What? Why not?"

"Because I'm eating. How am I supposed to have any energy if I can't get food in my system?" David frowned, "Plus, we just hit the 'I Love You' stage of our relationship, don't you think that means we should work up to fucking."

"Or we could just make love."

"Or we could do that." David nodded, "We could do that too."

"So, what'll it be?" Ian leaned forward, "Can I take your order?"

"I thought we dished the food metaphors." David grinned, "But no, I'm already being waited on by someone else."

"Fuck you." Ian mumbled.

"Bingo." David shook his head, "You have no idea how much I love being able to respond 'please do' or 'that's the plan' or 'yes' to you when you say 'fuck you.'"

Ian frowned, "Yeah, see, I don't like that. It's not fair."

David shrugged, "Whatever."

"If you don't shut up and get back there and get in bed, Kalel and Anthony are gonna come home and force us to do something cute and cuddly with them." Ian crossed his arms.

"What's wrong with cute and cuddly?" David leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, "I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

"There's nothing wrong with it, but I'd rather see you hot and bothered than cute and cuddly tonight."

"I sure am bothered." David smiled up at Ian, "Because my lovely boyfriend won't let me eat a meal in peace."

"Shut up, maybe?" Ian picked up a slice of beef and put it David's mouth, "There. Food."

David stared at Ian blankly before chewing the meat and swallowing it.

"Now let's go."

"Now let's let Lasercorn finish his dinner." David grinned.

"You're teasing me on purpose!" Ian frowned.

David laughed, "You just realized that?"

"You are the worst!"

"I thought you loved me."

Ian looked at him, "No, don't pull that card. You know I love you, even when I say I don't."

"We're home!" Anthony cheered, pushing the door open, "We rented a movie on our way home; we thought you guys would like to watch it with us."

Ian shot David a glare, "This is one of those times I'm going to say it, and you can't believe me."

David nodded, gesturing for him to go on.

"I hate you."

He shook his head before grabbing "Love you too, Ian."