#oooooo she is so gloating!!!!!!

[merakiui]

I still can't get over the love catting of boyfriend floyd ask I sent a while ago >~<!!! The thought of floyd staring longingly at you from across the campus, him having a visceral hatred of riddle for stealing you. I bet he originally wanted to get with riddle bc she was interesting to him buy now that's the furthest thing that he could ever want now. I wants her dead. He thinks abt killing her when he's home alone at his now partyless apartment, the thinks abt how he wants her blood on his hands when he sees her hand in hand with you when walking around, he especially wants her dead when he watches her fuck you in on her bed through her window >_<.

What does goldfishie have that he doesn't? He has money, looks connections and is fun. He has everything to ensure you have a good life. Yeah he cheated on you a few times but he spent a year repenting for his past transgressions ans is now ready and so willing to be your perfect loving boyfriend please. If he could go back in time he'd never would have fucked those other guppies if he knew it would end with you leaving him for goldfishie

- Lily anon

Omg yes,,,, orz and Floyd knows he has to be careful not to get caught because then Riddle, annoyingly clever as always, could get him in trouble for stalking. >:/ she's probably waiting for him to slip up or do something that will get him into legal trouble. While Floyd may want her dead, Riddle fondly hopes for the day in which Floyd can be out of your life for good. Aaaaaa she's so crazy and obsessed. But at the end of the day, it's her you fall into bed with. She understands you're still reeling from your previous relationship and so she can be patient. Whether best friends or more, it's okay so long as you're here with her.

You agree to hang out with Floyd because he's been begging you for another chance. And if not romance, you can try to stay on friendly terms. You're not sure what you feel for Floyd, but a meal is a meal. Riddle tags along, terribly coy and dressed up as if this is a date for her and you. Floyd hates it. He tries to drive her away by being annoying, but she persists. Most of the meal is spent with them exchanging cutting barbs, Floyd's sour glare evenly matched with Riddle's pleasant simper. Oh, she's so proud of herself. So happy. And the way she holds your arm, the way she looks at you, the way she dabs at your mouth with her napkin when you have chocolate smeared on your lips from dessert.......... it's annoying.

Floyd just doesn't get it. What do you see in her? Sure, she's your friend, but Floyd was your boyfriend. Floyd was more than a friend. He can't do anything to change the past, but he'll do better. He'll improve. He loves you, truly, and he's not sure what his past self was thinking. He has to prove this to you, otherwise he fears Goldfishie may end up having you all to herself. >_<

[razzle-zazzle]

How Martin reacts to seeing Chris like this (birdbrain)

Oooooo, now this is a fun question >:]

Let's see, his brother disappears for a bit, no signal from his creature pod, but it's only been a few hours so if he's in trouble it can't be that bad, right? But then Martin finds Chris, perched on a branch in a harpy eagle power suit, so all must be good now, right?

But Chris isn't responding to his name. Isn't really giving any indication of hearing it beyond a single glance Martin's way. Flies off when Martin climbs up into the tree to grab him. Doesn't say a single word the entire time.

Chris, Martin realizes, isn't acting like Chris. And the longer he chases after him—the longer Martin spends losing Chris in the trees, tracking him down again, only for Chris to shriek and fly off and the cycle to repeat—the more it starts to settle in that something is very wrong.

And then Martin sees the button on Chris' chest, smashed and glinting with tiny sparks every so often. Fumbles with his creature pod to call Aviva and let her know there's been a serious malfunction while Chris flies off again.

Some fruitless searching later, Aviva on her way with her own CPS and the MIK, Martin runs into Zach.

Who very nearly does to Martin what has been done to Chris, and is only stopped because he spent so long gloating about his brand new malware and how effectively it took Chris out of the game—Zach gloats long enough for Aviva to show up and free Martin, allowing them to end Zach's little plot and send him flying off in his jet, screaming about how even if he lost he has the solution to the virus and "YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT, WILD RAT! ENJOY YOUR BIRDIE BRAINED BROTHER!"

So how's Martin feeling about all this? Definitely angry at Zach, and a little angry at himself for letting Chris investigate things on his own—it's almost like the rhinos and Toodles all over again.

But most of all? Martin is determined. His brother is Not Okay, and Martin is going to find him and catch him and get him to Aviva so she can fix things. He's already broken Zach's nose for his crimes—now it's time to focus on helping Chris, however he can.

So yeah. Martin's a lil stressed.

[alia-turin]

OOooOo Lara x Ava: 12 (“don’t you trust me?”)

Hello my dear anon! Please see below and since you did not specify angst or fluff, guess what you are getting. Enjoy :) 

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The sun had set hours ago and he was still in his lab, not even working anymore, just staring at old scrolls. He was supposed to be reading them, revising them. Every year he did his best to pretend this day never existed and every year he failed. The harder he tried to ignore it, the faster the memories came. One time he even thought about drugging himself into sleep the day before, but he was somehow attached to the suffering. It reminded him he was alive, after he had lost so much.

Years ago he had told himself that pain will fade. All feelings sooner or later faded for the Aen Elle and things were not forever. Lovers growing apart, enemies forgetting their strife, new love growing to replace the old one. Such was the life of a creature who lived for hundreds of years. But his pain never faded and there had always been a hole in his heart and his soul. Multitude of regrets that just multiplied with the years. Even worse - every year the troubles of the kingdom were growing and he had no solution for any of that.

He slowly got up, his body screaming in discomfort, it has been hours since the last time he moved off the chair. Avallac’h walked to the near cupboard and opened it - bottles and jars neatly organized. Poisons, medicine, potions, drugs...sometimes he envied Auberon’s weakness. Maybe the king had the right idea to begin with.

Avallac’h was about to close the cupboard but he stopped halfway. One time. One moment of weakness. He was allowed to indulge himself.

He grabbed the bottle he needed and closed the cupboard doors quickly before he changed his mind. As quickly, he sat on his bed and drank the liquid inside, still worried that if he took too long, he would decide against it. Then he just lied down as he knew sleep would hit him.

Avallac’h opened his eyes, a strange tickling feeling through his hair woke him. His vision was blurry at first but then he started focusing - he was in his room, bookshelves, closets, desk...his head wasn’t on a pillow. He rolled lazily and his consciousness suddenly smacked him.

“You have been asleep for hours.” she said with a smile, his head resting on her lap, her elegant fingers caressing the strands of his hair.

Avallac’h couldn’t speak. He just looked at these emerald green eyes where he had lost himself so many years ago. Fearful he reached out to her, his fingers caressing the soft skin on her cheek.

“Whatever you were dreaming, it wasn’t pleasant.” Lara said with a smile. He could look at the way her lips curved all day and it still won’t be enough.

“No...it wasn’t.” he didn’t want to get up, the warmth of her body, the smell of her hair...he needed to move. Slowly he sat on the edge of the bed Lara’s gaze following him.

“You look as if you have seen a ghost.” her hand reached for his face and caressed his cheek, Avallac’h leaning into her warm and gentle touch.

“I did…” he was feeling confused, very confused. He looked around the room, it was his room, his bed, his books...and Lara. “I am.” he sighed. “You are not real.”

“I am...in a way.” her hand did not stop caressing his cheek and he did not pull away. It felt real, so real. “You look tired.”

Avallac’h reached out for her, running his fingers through her soft hair she leaned into his touch.

“I miss you.” he looked at her face trying to memorize every inch of it, not that he ever forgot it, but he wanted to be drunk on her. “I want you so much. I want to see you and I want to talk to you about so many things. I wish we could start it all again. From the beginning.”

“It won’t end any different.” the words hurt, but her smile made him shake his head. It will be different because he knew how to make it different. Hundreds of years later, he knew.

“I can never love again. Not after you.” his heart was breaking all over again. All his fears and pains were just surfacing. Years of suppressing his feelings and thoughts were just right there in the wide open for her to see them with all the pieces that his soul had turned into.

“You are silly, Avallac’h.” she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead, her lips so warm against his cold skin. “You hold affection for the boy. Don’t deny it, I can see in your heart.”

“I meant a different sort of love.” he smiled sadly. “Who comes after you?”

“Someone else. Someone you can love as much as you loved me, but you will also use what you have learned from our mistakes. Don’t you trust me?”

He was silent. Of course he trusted her or wanted to trust her, but he also did not trust himself. Ever since she died he had closed himself to everyone, even friends. He was polite when he had to be, he was helpful when needed, but he never allowed anyone to see his true feelings especially affection.

“Avallac’h...you cannot avoid pain, but suffering is something you have chosen.” her voice changed, it was still Lara, just more serious, more mature.

“Probably.” he lowered himself and laid down, his head again in her lap. “But it is the only way I can still remind myself I loved you once and I still do.”

“Silly, Avallac’h” she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. It used to annoy him when she called him silly. Now he wished he could hear it every day.

Opening his eyes was difficult, the light coming from the window was blinding and painful. No, it wasn’t the light that hurt him, it was his head hurting in places he did not know even existed.

“Good, you are awake.” Avallac’h slowly turned to the source of the voice, Caranthir was sitting on his desk, arms crossed over his chest. Why was he here? It had been...months since they last spoke. “Truly anticlimactic if you had overdosed” he unfolded his arms and dangled an empty bottle for Avallac’h to see.

“Why are you here?” he needed to stand up but for now sitting would do.

Caranthir just stared at him as if fighting with himself if he should answer. Did he know it was the anniversary of Lara’s death yesterday? Was he here to gloat or out of sympathy.

Caranthir did not answer, but opened a portal. Of course, he had learned the value of not disclosing information from the best.

“Avallac’h, you cannot avoid pain, but suffering is something you have chosen.” the navigator said before he walked through the portal. He didn’t call him Crevan as he had picked from Eredin, just Avallac’h, but that didn’t shock him as much as hearing Lara’s words again.

[fuchsiagrasshopper]

Contending the Flame II

Author’s Note: Next part as things start to pick up and Ivar making his first appearance (as if I’d keep him away long) Thanks as always for being the best fans, and if you want to be tagged or I forgot you, please remind me!

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 1667

Warnings: Ivar being a little sh*t

Under the cover of the stars, Ubbe had moved you through the night. Hvitserk had gone on ahead to make sure their trail was clear. They decided on an abandoned house, far from the church where Ivar and the majority of their army were making camp. Besides a few stray drunken warriors that Hvitserk was able to distract, they were able to settle in unnoticed. 

In their little corner of the town, it was quiet, making it easier to forget the conquering of the day. As Ubbe studied the nun, he wondered what you were thinking. You wouldn't look at him now. Perhaps it made ignoring your situation simpler if you could pretend he wasn't there. He wanted to tell you to rest, that no harm would come to you tonight, but the words wouldn't come. Doubtful you would take to their meaning if they did.

Sleep was something his own body was craving. Often he could stay awake through the night with little to no rest, but after fighting a battle his body was sapped of most of its strength. Ubbe didn't trust you not to run the moment his eyes shut, but he didn't want to put you in fetters either.

He let out a sigh as he dropped himself in front of the door. The nun noticed this and you cast your head down in despair. He ignored you as a sudden longing for home hit him, to be back with Margrethe. Things were simple in Kattegat, even if it was no longer their mother on the throne. These Christians complicated everything, guided by their holy book and God. Would they ever be able to live alongside in peace, or was their father's hope of new farmland a farfetched dream? No matter how dismal things seemed, he knew he couldn't give up. He might have failed once when Ragnar approached him to go to England, but so long as he drew breath, Ubbe would see his vision through. 

ooOOoo

When he fell asleep, it was with thoughts of his people prospering in green fields. Margrethe was at his side, and two fair-haired children played at her skirts. The wind was warm on his face, free of frost and rain, and the birds sang sweet songs that were free of the harsh raven's call. It was blissful. 

Imagine his disappointment when he awoke at dawn to the stale air of the English abode. A stream of sunlight came in through a crack in the wood. Ubbe squinted from the brightness as he gathered a look around the home. The nun wasn't where he left you, and he bolted up to his feet. There were only so many places where you could have hidden, and after he'd checked every spot, it occurred to him that you had squeezed through the small frame of the window. A piece of your white cloth had caught on the uneven wood, stained red from blood.

Ubbe had seen enough dying men to know you hadn't gravely injured yourself, but he worried just the same. You had abandoned your own well being to escape him. Some of the Christians deserved to feel this fear of his people, but not you. When he had spotted you in that alcove, he knew you were innocent. 

He made his way out of the home, and towards the church, not knowing if he was searching for you or returning to his duties. If he found you again he would keep you safe as his thrall, but he had no way of knowing if someone else had gotten to you first.

It was with dread and relief that he came upon the church. Some had already started fires to cook, and there was much talk about nothing in particular. Ubbe was greeted by many of the faces he passed, and one shieldmaiden informed him that Ivar was looking for him. He was in no hurry to find his youngest sibling, but getting the inevitable over with seemed better than avoidance. Taking the steps two at a time, he climbed up to the double doors.

Their most important and battle-hardened warriors lined the tables, and at the head of the room was Ivar, an ill-favored look in his eyes.

"Brother," He greeted with his arms spread wide. "Where have you been hiding? We thought you'd swam home."

Ubbe sighed under his breath as he began to approach. Ivar was smiling, as he always did these days. He remembered how miserable his little brother used to look dragging himself around Kattegat unless he was with their mother. But even with this new grin, Ubbe thought he looked devoid of joy. There was something else about the look that spoke of unpleasant thoughts, not true happiness.

"Not without my share of the raid," said Ubbe. He spotted Hvitserk down the right from Ivar, who appeared fixated on his drinking horn.

"Right, I hear talk that wives are expensive," Ivar said, and Ubbe was sure there was a jab meant for Margrethe in there. "I myself have already found my share."

Ivar waved for the attention of one of the warriors. This worried Ubbe. Some of them appeared to be acting as his personal guard now, and this appeared to be the start of a greater divide amongst the men. The warrior pulled on a length of rope and Ubbe felt a chill in his spine, like a deep breath before a storm of Thor's. Tied to the bound wrists at the end of the rope was the nun. You cut a sad figure, no better than a flower that had been trampled in a field.

"She might not be worth her weight in gold and silver, but she'll have her uses," said Ivar, taking a measured look at the nun who refused to return his stare.

"To what purpose, brother?" Ubbe tried to speak evenly, not letting on that he held any stock in your treatment.

"I'm a helpless cripple," Ivar smirked, a far cry from helpless. "I need someone at my beck and call to aid in more...menial tasks. Like Margrethe does for you."

Ubbe gritted his teeth. "Margrethe is no longer a thrall, she is my wife."

"Of course. I myself am not looking for a wife, but I do need a thrall." Ivar paused, once again his eyes flitting over you. "She must be clever to have hidden away this long. They found her trying to escape the city in the night."

"Really," Ubbe said, playing along. 

Ivar heaved himself up to a stand on his crutches, and his approach was enough to get you to look up. He stopped just before you, looking down at your white-clothed figure.

"What's your name, Christian?" 

You seemed surprised to hear your own language come from one such as Ivar, but you did not falter. "I am Sister Mary Catharine."

Ivar sounded a malicious little laugh as he turned to Ubbe. "She'll need a new name."

"I'm happy for you, brother. She should be of aid to you."

"I know. What could she have done for you when you shout foreign words in her face?"

So he had known. Ubbe didn't let himself feel surprised by that revelation. Ivar was always steps ahead even if he had to limp to get there. When he refused to say anything more, Ivar continued his gloating. 

"She might not be a great beauty like Margrethe, but she will obey. I like a thrall who stays put." He shifted with an unsteady step and started his way back to the table. No one dared to offer help as he staggered. "Take her to my room, and get her a change of clothes. I don't want her wearing that Christian frock."

Ubbe watched as they dragged the helpless woman away, but you never sought him out in the crowd. All of his reassuring the previous night had been for naught. You did not think of him as an ally, but he would try to help if Ivar got carried away with his cruelty. 

It seemed his little brother already had the ears of the warriors around him, so Ubbe turned and began to leave the church in search of food. He didn't get far when Hvitserk followed after him. 

"Wait a moment," He huffed, catching his breath. "I'm sure she'll be fine, Ubbe. I don't think Ivar will break her so easily."

Ubbe's brows furrowed in thought. "But how did they find her so quickly? Even though she snuck out of the home we hid in, it was a good deal away from the church. No one was looking for her."

Hvitserk hesitated. "I told Ivar about her."

"You told him?" Ubbe's gaze steeled with anger, and he took a threatening step towards Hvitserk. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I need you to be on my side against Ivar. You've seen how he is now, practically leading the army. He doesn't think we're needed here. If you were off protecting that nun, I'd have no chance. I'm not smart like Ivar, and I'm not as strong as you."

Ubbe took in the guilt that Hvitserk was displaying, and clasped him on the shoulder with a firm grasp. "I wouldn't leave you alone, brother."

"Promise?" Hvitserk asked, meeting his eyes. 

Ubbe was suddenly reminded of the two kids they had been, lost on the frozen lake. He nodded.

"Then I'll make sure to keep an eye on the Christian as well. It's the least I can do for putting her with Ivar," said Hvitserk. "But I think she'll be alright. Ivar has always wanted what we've had. This time he'll have something first."

"You don't give yourself enough credit," said Ubbe, smirking when he saw Hvitserk's confusion. "You say you aren't the smartest, but what you've just done is as devious a scheme as Ivar could come up with."

Hvitserk breathed a laugh. "Let's hope the good Sister can survive our boneless brother."

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[sammywilk-imaginations]

Who knows who better?? (Kian Lawley)

(Y/N pov) Currently I’m laying in my boyfriend Kian’s bed watching a movie, its Saturday and he’s pre-filming videos for Kian and Jc with Jc of course. Him and Jc live in a house with 4 other friends, Harrison, Bobby, Franny and Corey. It can get pretty hectic but at the end of the day it’s all fun and games. Suddenly Kian comes in the room, “hey baby whatcha watchin’?” He asks sliding into bed next to me “The Grinch” I say fluffing his hair a bit “oooo reaaally?” He asks rhetorically. We sit there for a minute just enjoying each others company watching the movie since Jim Carrey is Kian’s favorite actor until Kian speaks up “sooo baby, could you please do me a huge favor?” “And that would be?” I ask “can you help me and Jc film a Wednesday video for next week? It won’t be too hectic beca-” I cut him off and finish “because it’s a Wednesday video.” He nodds his head and says “and because its 10am the only people awake are me you and Jc so it won’t be loud or anything” “of course I’ll help my love, no worries” I say kissing him on the cheek as we both get up from the bed. “Meet me downstairs when you’re ready baby” Kian says leaving the room. I’m only wearing one of Kian’s shirts and my underwear so I decide to change, I change into a pair of ripped black jeans and a burgundy crop top with my white vans (bringing back them DAMNNNN DANIELS ;)).

I go down the stairs to find Kian and Jc in the back yard by the pool, “Y/N to the rescue! Yes I like it!” Jc yells as I walk towards him and Kian “Alright whatchu guys need?” I ask. “Well Jc can explain while I set up the camera” Kian says fixing the camera on the tripod so we’re facing the camera but the pool is behind us. “Ok so a while back we did a video with Trevor where it was ‘who knows who better’, like Trevor trivia to see who knew him better. Have you seen that video?” He asks. I nod my head indicating for him to proceed “yeah, so it’s literally that but Kian trivia, where it’s me vs you” he finishes “oooooo that sounds dope” I say. Kian then chimes in “yeah and the consequence will be being covered in random shit and thrown in the pool fully clothed” “of course” I add. “Ok let’s get started” Jc says grabbing three chairs, Kian in the middle and us on either side of him. For the intro we decide for me to jump in. “WASSUP EVERYBODY ITS KIAN AND JC” Kian yells “Yup one two three…” Jc says counting the chairs “wait who’s three..?” He finishes acting confused “Oh is this seat for me?” I say jumping into it “ayyyyy” we all yell hyping everything up. “Welcome Y/N everyone” Kian says “yeah this is our friend Y/N and she-” Jc says but Kian cuts him off “let me rephrase that, this is Y/N my wonderful GIRLFRIEND and everyone else’s FRIEND there we go back to you Jc” we laugh a bit and then Jc continues “ok so we’re doing who knows who better, basically Kian trivia. Jc vs Y/N edition” then Kian chimes in “basically the name of the game is who knows me better my girlfriend or my besssttt-boyfrienddddd.” I laugh at his humor. “That’s a pretty long name of the game” I say “shut up” Kian says playfully “We’ve done this before on our channel with Trevor and you’ll get it as we go along, OK let’s get started” Kian says. He brings out his phone with the questions in his notes. “Ok first quessssion düd” he starts “when is….. my birthday” he quickly finishes “SEPTEMBER 2nd!!” I yell a smidgen before Jc yells “SEPTEMBER 3rd!”, he then realizes I was right and says “fuuuckk”. “Jc! Really?!” Kian says shocked “dude I was off by one day oooooo call the cops ooooo” Jc justifies. “Yeah yeah ok, one point for Y/N. NEXT!” Kian says. “Ok, on which arm- or wrist is my O2L tally mark tattoo on?” Kian states quickly turning his wrists over. “Left, nononono right, yeah right” Jc shouts. “Ok that’s your final answer, Y/N?” Kian says as they both look at me. “Haha its on both bitch!” I say confidently “GOOD FUCKING JOB BABY!” Kian says giving me a high five “DAMNIT! A fucking trick question” Jc says. “You should know your boyfriend better” I say to Jc snobbishly in a joking matter of course. “Ok next question, so we all know that 2014 Kian dyed his hair blonde and then some weird blue shit right after but when did I dye my hair rainbow?” Kian asks “it’s either the end of 2014 or beginning of 2015… shitt” Jc contemplates out loud “ok say your answers together on three, ready 1…2…3” Kian calls off “2015” we both say. “Wow you both got that right, it was April 2015. So that’s 3 Y/N and 1 Jc. We’re going up to 6 by the way” he says talking to the camera towards the end. “Alrighty what is my fourth latest photo on Instagram and its caption?” Kian asks “fucking nope Y/N you got this one” Jc says giving up “OMG OMG ITS THE UMMMMMM the one of you IN THE POOL AND THE CAPTION IS ‘POOL DAY’!!” I yell “wow I can’t believe you actually got that” Kian says amazed “haha I only know that because I was stalking you this morning” I cheekily confess “huh I keep up on my boyfriend” I say to Jc smirking “shut up I’ll have a come back” Jc responds “it’s 4 to 1 you literally can’t win” I say “SHHHHH NEXT QUESTION,” Kian starts “ok who is/was my ultimate best friend like since forever? Hint, it’s not Jc” Kian asks. I sit there for a second just so lost, I say “wait give me a second” until Jc immediately shouts “SAM, Sam Pottorff” “yeah” Kian says. “I would’ve never guessed that, like I was so lost. Every fan probably thinks I’m just so dumb” I say. “You’re still gonna win baby” Kian says “hey that’s biased-” Jc starts but Kian cuts him off “OK LADIES AND GENTLEMAN THIS IS THE LAST AND FINAL QUESTIONN CAN I GET A DRUM ROLLLLLLL” Kian shouts as Jc and I hit our chairs continuously imitating a drum. “What is my favorite color?” Kian asks “BLUE”. “BLUE” Jc and I shout, “THAT WAS ME I GOT IT FIRST!” I yell “NO WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN IT WAS OBVIOUSLY ME, REPLAY THAT SHIT NOPE CUT IT. I will SHOW YOU IT WAS ME” Jc says. “Kian who do you think it was” I ask, Kian smiles and says “I honestly don’t know” “fuck it, we’ll be back in a sec guys” Jc says talking to the camera. “Are you actually?” I ask “yes” Jc responds. He then proceeds to stop recording and replay the footage, he then proceeds to show us in slow motion that he in fact said blue a millisecond before I did.

We then set the camera back up and turn it on “ok so we played back the footage, and the winner prevails” Jc says gloating. “Whatever I still won” I say “OK SO since my baby one and Jc fucking lost were gonna throw shit on him and push him in the pool” Kian says standing up. Kian runs to go get the condiments and such that they already set out earlier. He hands me mustard and mayo while he holds ketchup and jelly. “Ok get over by the pool” Kian says pushing Jc “ok ok I’m going– wait wait I don’t want to get the pool dirty…” Jc says trying to stall “shut up it’ll clean you, now on three Y/N.. 1..2..3!” Kian yells and we start throwing condiments on Jc right away. “THAT DIDN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE!” Jc says, Jc tries to cover his face but then realizes there’s no use. Once we cover him almost completely I decide to pull a stunt. “Wait Jc hold on” I say making Kian stop and Jc look up “come here.. what’s that thing righttttttt….” I say dragging the word on as I walk closer to him “THERE!” I yell throwing him in the pool. “HAHHAHAHAHAHAH THAT WAS SO FUCK- THHHAT WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY BABE! Gosh I love you” Kian yells laughing hysterically while stuttering, I give Kian a high five and say “I learn from the best, love you too” indicating Kian as the best. “Fuck you Y/N, ahhhaha I didn’t see that coming at all” Jc says once he surfaces. “Ok thank you guys for watching, a big thanks to Y/N for being in the video” Kian says turning his attention from the camera to me “anytime for Kian and Jc” I say smiling. “MAKE SURE TO SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON AND SUBSCRIBE IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY AND COMMENT IF YOU WANNA SEE Y/N IN OUR VIDEOS MORE OR DON’T WE DON’T REALLY CARE” Jc yells from the pool. We all laugh “Alright,” Kian starts as he grabs my waist “we’ll see you guys on Friday!!” He says before pulling me in for a kiss and covering the camera with his hand then turning it off once we pull away. “That was so cheeessssyyy ugh” Jc says as he gets out of the pool taking his shirt off “shut up” Kian and I say in sync as we push Jc back into the pool, smiling.

**Decided to switch it up a bit, let me know if you enjoyed this bc I had fun writing it! Thxx and send in some KnJ requests!!!

peace&love :)***