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metallicaislife · 5 months

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Brothers Best Friend pt 2

Requested by: @frogfrog557

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,013

Warnings: Pregnant!Reader

Brothers Best Friend

When I started dating my brother's best friend all those years ago, I had no idea we’d be where we are now. Engaged, and a child on the way. Kirk was a little weary in the beginning, but he’s come around, I think it is mostly because he is excited to be an uncle. I jest, he and James have a good relationship, and it makes my heart happy. I always wanted to have a close family when I grew up.

Metallica is currently in the middle of recording a new album, so I haven’t seen much of them as they’ve kept themselves mostly cooped up in the studio. I miss my man, my brother, and my friends. I decided I would order them lunch to be delivered, then show up to hopefully break up the rigorous schedule they’ve been holding themselves to so they don’t go crazy and end up at each other’s throats.

I arrived around noon, the food was gone and they were back to recording. They were focusing really hard, but I wish I could have recorded James and Kirk duking it out trying to see who could get to me first.

“That’s my sister!” Kirk said, trying to get past James.

“Yeah, well she’s my fiance and carrying my baby!” James argued, sticking his butt out to keep Kirk from getting past. Over the years, those two have truly become brothers, this is my future forever.

Meanwhile both Lars and Jason snuck past.

“Hey.” Lars grinned and gave me a hug, “Thanks for lunch by the way. It was great.”

“Of course!” I smiled and then greeted Jason with a hug.

“How is the kiddo?” Jason asked.

“Healthy, and active. Been keeping me up all night.” I replied.

“The kid’s got drumming feet.” Lars grinned.

“No!” Both Kirk and James shouted. They both jolted forward out of the sound room.

“My kid has riff’s in their blood!” James said.

“I second that! Their uncle is a guitarist too, so it runs on both sides.” Kirk said.

I rolled my eyes as James finally made it to me and wrapped his arms around me.

“Hello, love.” He grinned down at me then kissed me. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him. He pulled back and kissed my forehead.

“Can I hug my sister now?” Kirk huffed, folding his arms. I laughed and gave him a big hug.

“You two are ridiculous.” I stated.

“You love us anyways though right?” James asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Most of the time.” I teased. James held his heart pretending to be wounded. “How's the recording going? Are you guys almost done?” I asked as we sat around on the couches.

“We’re getting close, baby.” James said as he rubbed my back.

“James has been tight lipped about names, what are you thinking?” Kirk asked.

“Well, we’re waiting until the baby is born, then we’ll name them.” I said.

“Like what names are you considering though? Lars is high on the list right?” Lars asked.

“You wish.” James laughed.

“Sorry, not a contender.” I laughed, I looked down and clasped my fingers together, “We are thinking about incorporating Cliff’s middle name no matter what though.” I said. James grabbed my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. “If he hadn’t caught us, I don’t think I’d have ever been brave enough to tell Kirk.” I smiled at the memory.

“I love that.” Kirk said, “I wasn’t that bad was I?” He asked.

“Literally every boyfriend I had before James you chased off.” I said looking at him.

“I was just helping you out, if they’d have stayed you might not have fallen for James.” Kirk pointed out.

“Naw, those two were meant for each other, I don’t think there is anything that could’ve stood in their way.” Jason piped up. I smiled at him and blushed.

“Damn it, Jason, you made her cry.” Lars said. I felt my cheek and there were tears.

“No, no it’s the hormones.” I said, wiping the tears. James chuckled and kissed my forehead.

“Yeah, it doesn't take much to get her going these days.” James said and I elbowed him softly.

“I’m fine, they are happy tears if anything.” I said.

“Aw, I think she loves us.” Lars grinned, holding his hand over his heart.

“If you only think, you’ve got an ass whooping coming your way, you should know.” I said sharply pointing my finger at him. I was totally joking, but the fear in Lars' eyes was priceless. Kirk covered his mouth in an attempt to hide his laughter. James was shaking next to me. Jason covered his face. My demeanor broke and I began cracking up. Lars laughed awkwardly. “Do you really think I would, or could kick your ass Ulrich?” I asked.

“What answer is going to make you the least likely to punch me in the throat?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.

“You know, that is a fair point, I’ve heard you threaten throat punches for years, but I don’t think I’ve actually seen you punch someone in the throat.” James piped up.

“Don’t tempt her.” Kirk said, rubbing his throat.

“Oh my god, she’s punched you in the throat?” Jason asked, Kirk nodded.

“That was an accident.” I said.

“Yeah, you accidentally formed a fist and aimed it at my throat.” Kirk said.

“I can neither confirm nor deny those accusations, but all I’m saying is you shouldn’t have eaten my leftovers that I was dreaming about all day.” I said with a wave, “I think this conversation has gotten away from us.” I tried changing the subject.

“We should probably get back to work.” James frowned, “Why don’t you stay though, chill on the couches. It always feels better when you’re around.” He said.

“I’d love to.” I smiled and kissed him.

The guys got back to work and I curled up for a nap on the couch. I’m glad even if it was just for a little bit, to give them a reprieve from work.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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onskepa · 10 months

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Tstew Chapter 2

Hiiiiiiiii!! This is a 2.0 version cause the first one was terrible. However, hopefully this new version is better! Dont be afraid to give me constructional criticism. I wanna make my fics top tier good stuff! Okie enough of blabber! Enjoy!

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3

"vital signs are clear.....no.....normal......yeah I can see it..."

Hearing faint voices soon began to get clear and louder, bright light above her face. Tstew slowly blinks away the sleepiness and rubs her eyes, yawning a bit.

"hey how you feeling kiddo?" max asks her, standing beside her, making sure everything is going well. "actually....felt like I had a really really good nap, say what time is it-OW!!!" as she rose up, she accidently hits her head with the hanging lights. "The fuck?! what I hit?!" quick to anger as she glares the light. Making her question why a ceiling light is at her eye level.

"holy shit...." quickly looking down, she sees her arms, hands, fingers, legs, all blue. "it...it worked!!!" getting excited she tries to stand up in full height only to hit her head again. "OW! damn that hurts!" she cries out.

"careful! you just got this body for like 2 minutes and already your hurting yourself!" max scolds.

On the other side of the room, looking from the outside are the sully children. Seeing their friend awaken in her new body. Neteyam leans a bit to ask norm, "did dad every hit himself that much?". Norm who was beside them making sure the avatar was working, responds "not really, what he did was slam the window a bit and leaves butt naked to run around like a hippie". Neteyam doesn't know what hippie is but given how norm said, hippie could mean something stupid.

When they saw tstew stand up, all were.....surprised. Tstew as human was tall, taller than an average human height. But now in her na'vi form? It DOUBLED. Tuk was lifting her head so back she almost fell if it weren't for kiri and spider catching her in time. She was that tall.

"why is she taller than our dad...??" lo'ak asks, staring at tstew. Really everyone was. Norm was really astonished. Tstew is not a fully grown adult and neither is her avatar but damn do they stand like one.

"well....my clear guess is that her genes must have been that strong that the height genes carried well into the avatar process. Now her avatar stands at 9'11 tall" norm theorized. Well, not much of a theory since it is clear as day the height genes passed on.

Everyone took their time to get a good look at tstew as she is doing some basic movements with max.

One thing that was noticeable was her eyes. Even as an avatar, the golden amber eyes was always there, but for tstew. That's different. Her eyes were the same mesmerizing emerald green. The same beautiful eyes that are easy to fall for.

Looking more in detail, her shade of blue was even darker as well. Closer to a midnight blue. Her black hair was curly and reached down to her knees. Her eyebrows were short but a bit thick. Her overall form was that of standard na'vi but with more slight curves.

In short, she was just as beautiful as she is in her human form.

"GIANT WOMAN!!" tuk shouted in glee.

Back with tstew and max, already getting used to her new body and doing simple movements max asked her to do. "alright, ready to leave this room?" max asked, "more than ready" replied tstew. She is ready from the get go. Excited to do new things with her new body.

Both left the room and greeted by norm and the kids. "well? how do I look?" tstew asked with a hint of nervous in her voice. All voiced their praises at the same time but it came out as word scrambles.

"ok ok one at a time!" norm speaks, trying to calmed the big kids. Tuk was quick and went towards tstew, arms raised demanding to be picked up, which tstew happily does. "you look so pretty!!" tuk giggles, already playing with her long hair. "thanks tuktuk!".

Kiri was up next with a playful smirk on her face, "seems your green eyes came through". While kiri and tuk admire her new look, spider, lo'ak and neteyam stood dumbfounded. Getting a better look up close changed everything.

"well boys? watchu think?" tstew smirks as she sees the boys wide eyes and mouths open. Though lo'ak was quick to shake his head. "hold up! its not really fair! you are around our age yet you are taller than my dad!". "True, guess my DNA is just that strooooooong!!" she lifts kiri and tuk as they hang from her arms and spins around.

Max and norm had to get her to stop otherwise they be tipping over and breaking things. "well get changed or something and go outside" suggested norm, happily tstew complied. But with one problem. "I don't have clothes for this body...". Quickly this gave the kids and idea to make clothes for her. While they understood tstew feelings and motives for staying away from their clan, doesn't mean she cant dress as one.

"lets go, there are ways to make quick clothing for you" kiri said as tuk and spider grabbed tstews hand and start to lead her outside from the lab. "hey hey!! at least give her this!!" max threw a large black blanket at lo'ak which he quickly covered tstew with, A plastic gown can only cover so much.

Tstew was ready, as she went outside embracing the natural sunlight. It felt the same yet different at the same time. She loved how the light make her blue skin glow. The wind flowing in her hair, the distant noises made from animals. It all felt so good.

"well? how do you feel?" neteyam asked, eagerly waiting to hear what his friend has to say. "I feel amazing! this is incredible!!" tstew spins around in cheers, letting her voice shout in excitement.

"come on come on! I wanna do your hair!" tuk grabs tstew's hand once more and leads her away from the lab. The other kids followed.

Now all were making something for tstew. Tuk was braiding her hair, kiri making a lovely top and loincloth with impressive woven patterns. Neteyam was making some carving some beads for the hair. Lo'ak was doing his best to make a bracelet, but his weaving skills....are not top tier, but is trying. And spider creating a pretty necklace. Each item being made is done with love and serenity. All wanting to make some sort of impression.

Kiri was no fool, she can see through the boys actions of what their motives are. Not wanting to intervene nor say her input but rather see how things will occur.

"your hair is so long! but so soft!" tuk says as she continues to play and braid more of the hair, to which is doing a pretty good job at it. "Thanks, I don't plan on cutting it" hair is one of her prized assets, something she would refuse to cut no matter what.

Spider was done with his craft and went over to tstew. "hey, made this for ya" he says as he nervously gives the necklace to tstew. "oh? you made something nice for once? hopefully it wont snap", winking smiling she looks at his work, looking at every detail there was. Using a strong thin vine, it was decorated with the smooth pebbles spider found, and a flower in the center with smaller ones around it. "Thanks a lot spider, and I mean it. Hey, help me put if on?" she asked and he happily complied.

Being careful, spider takes his sweet time tying the necklace around tstew's neck. Admiring her beauty up closer, taking in every little detail of her new face. Seems he took a while making tstew snap her fingers in front of his face. "oi! pandora to spider? you ok? got something on my face?", quickly spiders shakes his head and dismisses it.

Kiri rolls her eyes for like the millionth that day. "you're fine, its spider with sticky eyes not being able to move anywhere but your face". Spider blushed a bit, but tstew just laughed it off. "its ok spider, you can look at me all ya want I know I'm a looker" winking playfully at him. Which caused spider to blush even more this looking away.

That little interaction made neteyam and lo'ak glare at spider in jealousy. Of course they knew tstew was just being playful, but having that sort of attention from tstew is something they want for themselves.

"alright boys, go do something else, the clothing is done so tstew has to change" kiri says, making a 'shoo' gesture with her hand. The boys complied and walked at some distance to give tstew some privacy.

"So...tstew..." spider awkwardly tries to start a conversation. Lo'ak claps his hands mindlessly "yeah she is....just as pretty as her human body". Neteyam was having none of it, "So are we just going to pretend the three of us don't have feelings for tstew? because I do, I know you both do as well".

Spider and lo'ak didn't even look shocked at the accusation. For it was a fact. "well what can we do? I don't want to fight neither of you, also cause you both can easily crush me..." spider says. Lo'ak nods in agreement. "come on brother, I don't want to fight you nor spider. What do we do?" lo'ak asks. Despite the jealously he already feels for neteyam, there was no way he would fight his brother.

"simple. We do nothing. Not unless tstew shows some form of attraction for either of us. But we wont make any moves, no flirting, no trying to surprise the other. We.do.nothing. Alright?" neteyam says, spider and lo'ak seem to agree but not without some hesitation in their minds.

Before anymore can be said, the girls went towards them. "alright boys! feast your eyes on THIS BEAUTY!" tstew makes a pose, showing off the materials she was wearing. Clearly there was a color theme happening. That of greens and bright yellows. The loin cloth and top matching perfectly. With the beads decorated perfectly in her hair, and the perfect braids tuk has done. The necklace spider gifted to her worn around her neck, while she was simple. She was lovely. Thus creating a certain.....reaction form the boys.

Jaws dropped. Eyes wide. Drool? yes. Hotel? Trivago.

Alright!! PLEASE let me hear your thoughts! Like I mentioned before, there will be a part three! I hope you all enjoyed this!

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twoidiotwriters1 · 8 months

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Stressed out over the dumbest shit but hopefully I'll get my shit together this week -Danny Words: 3,325 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Outsider' -by Blanco White

IX. I Handle It Like a Champ

Walter is so nervous when he asks me out that I don't have the heart to say no. It's a big deal for an Aphrodite to be someone's crush, like a milestone. Even if you don't like the person. Considering how out of place I've been feeling, this has me over the moon.

"Do you even know this guy?"

"We wouldn't be going on a date if I did," I shrug.

"That's not..." Percy looks at his mom. "That's not how it works, right?"

Sally chuckles. "Do you like him, Ara?"

"He's nice."

"Where is he taking you?"

"The mall that's five minutes away from the coffee shop where we got those raisin muffins," I'm not good with street names, so I always give directions like that.

Percy frowns. "You don't know the city."

"I never leave this place?"

"We always go out together!"

"We're always cutting things short because we run into monsters."

"Tell you what," Sally intervenes. "I'll drop her off on my way to work, and you pick her up, we can get burgers after."

Percy and I look at each other, I pout and he gives in. "I'll pick you up at five."

Someone's dragging her away from the factory, she inhales sharply and tries to regain her footing. "I'm up! I'm alive!" Ara coughs out. "Where's Jason?"

"Here," Piper grunts.

Ara moves out of Leo's grip, and since she's stronger than Piper, she grabs Jason and carries him as best as she can. "Can someone tell me why are we running?" She pants.

"The Cyclops are regenerating!"

Ara swears in ancient Greek. "I don't even get to kill a stupid Cyclops?"

They reach Festus and Ara pushes Jason up with Piper's help. She asks Leo for a plastic bag, grabs two fistfuls of snow, and puts them inside it. Ara climbs the dragon and faces Jason while Piper hugs the unconscious boy by the waist. Leo is wiring Festus as quickly as possible while Ara works on Jason's head injury.

"Hang tight!" Leo yells.

Ara's back is pressed against Leo's, but she hooks her feet under Piper's legs just in case. The girl grabs her dino bag and seizes the bottle of nectar and a clean cloth, pouring the liquid on it and cleaning Jason's forehead, once again chanting under her breath.

The boy stirs in his sleep, but he doesn't wake up. Ara wraps his head in bandages, keeping the cloth pressed over the wound. Once that's done, she dries her hands on her own cloak and gives Piper the bag with ice.

"Keep it on the bump, don't press too hard..." Ara leans on Leo and lets her head fall on his shoulder. "Thank the gods the children of Zeus have thick heads..."

I wait a whole hour before I conclude that this boy won't come. I wanna give him the benefit of the doubt, but then I see him with Karen and her friends at the arcade. I go away and call Percy—two hours earlier than he'd expected me to call—and he gets there in less than twenty minutes.

"Where is he?" Is the first thing he asks. His face is kind of scary.

I shrug. "No idea. Can we leave now?"

Percy's eyes get darker. "That jerk didn't show up?"

I avoid his gaze, really hating the conversation. "He came with Karen—"

"Who's Karen?"

"I guess she's my bully..."

I have to force Percy to sit down because he's ready to go and beat Walter's infant butt, and tell Karen a thing or two about what he thinks of people like her.

"I realized something," I say after a while.

"That you shouldn't date boys?"

I laugh. "No. That Karen's sad girl. And Walter really dumb. Imagine her convincing Walter to play a prank on me, and then wasting their weekend to get me down, but it doesn't work."

"Darn right," he pauses. "But uh... why didn't it work?"

I shrug. "Karen never smiles unless she's making fun of someone."

"So... you have it better," he replies, understanding my point.

"Probably," I smile. "You get me."

"Are you sure you're okay, though?"

"Oh, I was doing him a favor," I roll my eyes. "He could've been the first boy in our grade to have a girlfriend... though maybe he will, he's been with Karen this whole time..."

"Karen is not as cool as you," Percy claims, although he's never met her. "He'll live to regret it."

I'm thinking I'm already living to regret this moment. Maybe what the other cabin ten campers said to me isn't true, I'm not supposed to date whoever crosses my path, I must wait for the real deal.

"Whatever. I'm hungry," I get up.

"Let's go for those burgers and surprise Mom," he replies, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and ruffling my hair.

Percy gave the stink eye to all of my classmates for the rest of the school year, Walter would constantly wet his clothes on accident when trying to drink from the school's water fountains, but Percy always denied having something to do with it.

"You know, Ara," Leo says. "I know I'm hella good-looking, but this is the first time I make a girl faint—"

She sits up straight. "It was the blessing, they knock me out as soon as I'm done using them."

"You mean it's happened before?"

Ara yawns. "Yeah, but Aphrodite's didn't drain me like this..."

Piper grins. "But you looked really cool while fighting that Cyclops lady, so it must've been worth it, right?"

"Don't flatter me, feed me!" She groans. "I'm still growing, you know?"

Leo chuckles and pulls something out of his belt. "Here you go, doll, the Hephaestus's special."

He hands her a sandwich and Ara eats it quickly, not even questioning where that thing was a minute ago. "You guys will get me killed." Piper looks uncomfortable with her joke, and Ara feels guilty right away. "I'm joking. I just—"

"Cyclops!" Jason wakes up with a start.

"Whoa, sleepyhead..." Piper tightens her grip around him.

"Good morning!" Ara fixes his bandages. "You've been in a coma for a week—"

"What!?" Jason chokes.

Leo cackles, but Piper scolds her. "Don't do that, he's disoriented!"

Ara grins sheepishly, looking like her ten-year-old self for a brief moment. "It's all good, man. You went away just a second."

"D-Detroit," Jason glances around. "Didn't we crash-land? I thought—"

"It's okay," Leo glances at him over Ara's shoulder. "We got away, but you got a nasty concussion. How you feeling?"

Jason tells them about his dreams.

"An exchange?" Piper inquires. "What does that mean?"

The boy has half an idea. "Hera's gamble is me. Just by sending me to Camp Half-Blood, I have a feeling she broke some kind of rule, something that could blow up in a big way—" Ara's eyesight gets blurry again, and her throat closes up. "Ara?" Jason holds her in place. "What's wrong?"

If he's a Roman demigod that was sent to a Greek camp, then Percy... Ara looks up and shouts to the sky in ancient Greek: "AM I A JOKE TO YOU?" She grabs her dino bag and buries her face in it to muffle her screams.

Jason stares at her in alarm. "Guys, I think I broke Ara..."

The girl pulls herself together at lightspeed. She takes a deep breath and shakes her head. "It's fine. I'm great."

"You know something we don't," Piper presses. "Ara, just tell us..."

"Like you're telling us stuff?" She snaps.

Piper's face loses a bit of color. Ara immediately regrets it, she shouldn't be rude to them. She'll sob if she stays angry, so she closes her eyes and lifts a hand to prevent Piper from replying.

"We can't do anything to stop it."

"Stop what?" Jason asks.

Ara scowls at the clouds. "The exchange. We have other problems. Monsters don't stay dead, the solstice is approaching, and we don't know where Hera is—or Juno, whatever the Hades you wanna call her."

Ara switches to Italian because it's the one language she knows that the others don't. "Stia succedendo tutto di nuovo! Tutto in un unico viaggio: qual è il prossimo? La chimera e il leone di Nemea?"

"Yeah, she's definitely broken," Leo glances at her with a frown. "Ara, why don't you go back to sleep?"

That only sets her off more. "So the memories can harass me in my sleep? Where were we, Hypnos? Right! My brother's a hero and I'm a worm!"

"Ara," Piper speaks firmly. "Calm down."

Ara stops. She's throwing a tantrum and it's not helping. The girl pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration. "I'm sorry... I just... I should sleep."

"My back is all yours," Leo offers playfully.

"Can I give it back?"

"You're so rude," he says, though he sounds delighted to be back on the receiving end of her taunting.

"I'm very rude." She thinks grumpily. "Leave while you still can."

The first time I meet Apollo, he knocks my self-preservation out of the park.

"Ara Jackson," he smiles brightly at me. "How's the new life going? You happy being New York's finest?"

"Do you have companions like your sister?" I blurt out, eyes wide in awe.

Apollo smirks. "Yeah, but mine are not, er... not maidens, exactly."

"What are they?"

He sighs dreamily. "Muses."

Apollo and Aphrodite share a few traits: Passion and a disposition to fall in love with just about anyone whom they may find impressive.

"Can I be your muse?"

"Alright!" Percy pushes me into the bus.

Nico Di Angelo—one of the two demigods we rescued—and I are bouncing off the walls of the chariot bus. We're talking everyone's ears off to the point Apollo has to kindly ask us to chill so Thalia can hear his directions. We crash-land on camp anyway.

"Goodbye, little muse," Apollo ruffles my hair, then pauses. He looks... eery.

"Lord Apollo?" I speak shyly.

He blinks like snapping out of a daydream. "I should get going..." He hesitates, then shakes his head. "Oh, whatever. See ya!"

Ara gets woken up the moment Festus lands. She stretches, feeling much better than a couple of hours ago. "Where are we?"

"Chicago," Jason jumps off the dragon and offers to help her. She moves his hand towards Piper and hops off landing next to him. "We're following some venti."

"I'll take a caramel latte," she mumbles sleepily.

Leo chuckles. "You know, I like you way better when your sense of humor's on. Is the quest helping you blow off some steam?"

Ara glances at him with a scowl. "Maybe. Fighting monsters helps—good thing they're not staying dead, I can kill them all I want."

She knows she shouldn't say that. Ara's the Fates's favorite fool, or maybe this is Apollo's twisted way of showing her support. Here are a bunch of traumatizing events for your soap opera! You're very welcome, muse!

Piper's ankle is hurting again, so Ara gets to work, but she's no healer. Piper shivers from the cold so Ara takes off her cloak and puts it around the girl's shoulders.

"No, that's your stamp of power, isn't it?" The girl frowns.

"This is my stamp of power," Ara shows Piper her compass. "The cloak helps when there are demigods who need to know who's in charge, mostly just for show, but it's warm. Use it." She gestures at Nico's aviator jacket, pretty dirty, but still intact. "I'll survive."

Piper arranges the cloak around her shoulders, and it's obvious that she feels weird about it. Festus malfunctions briefly but Leo tells them the dragon is okay, he glances at Ara and there is no emotion apparent on his face, but the message is clear. Shut up. I got this.

Ara's good at turning a blind eye, living with Percy gave her enough practice.

Percy and Thalia go to relate our quest to Chiron and Mr. D—and I am, as usual, left behind.

Nico's watching the orientation film, which I'm pretty sure no one has seen in decades, and I'm left to do whatever I want, so I look for Lily. She's with the Stolls, they're trying to get a hold of her knives, but she forgets all about them as soon as she sees me.

"Benedetti gli dei!" The girl holds onto my shoulders. "How did it go?"

I tell her about Annabeth's disappearance, and I feel so guilty that I burst into tears. Travis and Connor drop Lily's daggers to join the conversation. "I-I'm sorry!" Between sobs, I manage to explain we have a new camper but his older sister joined the hunters.

Travis is in shock. "Who abandons their sibling like that?"

"Are the new kids okay?" Lily asks worryingly. Her behavior is weird, I just told her Annabeth is missing and she's asking me about the new kids?

I clean my nose with the back of my hand. "Percy saved us." Lily punches my shoulder and I start crying again. "Can't you tell I'm in pain already!"

"That's for not following orders!" She scolds me. "You snuck away the second you were left unsupervised!"

"But I'm okay!"

"If you had stuck together, then Annabeth—"

"Let's not go there," Connor intervenes.

"What's going on?" Beckendorf's voice only makes me cry louder. "What did you guys do?" He scolds my friends.

"We didn't do that!" Travis points at Lily. "It was Saggio!"

She stomps her foot impatiently. "Ara put herself in danger and she's having a meltdown over it! ¡Incosciente!"

Beckendorf kneels to be face-to-face with me. "Wanna go to the forges, Birdy?"

I sniff. "I'll bring my teddy."

Ara's second time creeping into a sewer is not as fun as the first, she tells the others about her adventure with Percy and Annabeth recovering Hermes's staff.

Leo whistles lowly. "You are like a Barbie doll. Lots of jobs, looks..."

"My best friend calls me 'Queen Barbie'—Queen B, most of the time," Ara laughs dryly. "So you're not the first to bring up the resemblance..."

"May I interest you in a Ken?"

"Jason's not really my type," she replies.

The blond boy and Piper chortle, but Leo scoffs. "Was talking 'bout me..."

"You're not a Ken," Ara snorts. "You're like..." She hates bringing people down, but in this case, it's better if she does. "An elf on the shelf. You've seen those?"

"Jeez! Shoot me point blank in the head already..."

"Keep up the flirting and I might."

After Piper falls asleep, Ara studies her compass: The needle never points north, not that she would even know where the north is, the symbols on the object make no sense. Percy suggested once that maybe it points in the direction she needs to go, but it's always swinging from one side to another, not really settling on anything.

Jason's voice catches her attention. "This fire stuff you can do... is it true?"

"Yeah, well..." Leo makes a small ball of fire appear on his hand. Ara reaches out and keeps her hand hovering over the flames. When she does this, Leo's gaze softens.

"That is so cool," Jason says, reminding the boy he's not alone with Ara. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Leo closes his fist. "Didn't want to look like a freak."

"I have lightning and wind powers," Jason frowns. "Piper can turn beautiful and charm people into giving her BMWs," he looks at Ara and grins. "Ara's like a jack in the box. You never know what she'll do next. Pretty spooky. No offense."

"None taken," she sighs.

"You're no more a freak than we are, Leo. And, hey, maybe you can fly, too. Like jump off a building and yell, 'Flame on!'"

"If I did that, you would see a flaming kid falling to his death, and I would be yelling something a little stronger than 'Flame on!'" He shakes his head. "Trust me, Hephaestus Cabin doesn't see fire powers as cool. Nyssa told me they're super rare. When a demigod like me comes around, bad things happen. Really bad."

"Maybe it's the other way around," Jason shrugs. "Maybe people with special gifts show up when bad things are happening because that's when they're needed most. That's the reason why Ara's here, 'cause she has an advantage we don't."

She'd never thought of it that way, which is silly, because it makes sense. It doesn't have to be their fault, maybe they're the solution... like Percy was in his prophecy.

Leo moves the empty paper plates away. "Maybe. But I'm telling you... it's not always a gift."

"You're talking about your mom, aren't you? The night she died." Leo remains silent, so Jason continues. "Leo, her death wasn't your fault. Whatever happened that night—it wasn't because you could summon fire. This Dirt Woman, whoever she is, has been trying to ruin you for years, mess up your confidence, take away everything you care about. She's trying to make you feel like a failure. You're not. You're important."

"That's what she said," Leo's voice comes out with so much hurt, Ara's heart tightens. "She said I was meant to do something important—something that would make or break that big prophecy about the seven demigods. That's what scares me. I don't know if I'm up to it."

Ara lets out a dry laugh. The boys look at her. "Sorry, I just... I never thought I wasn't good enough until I got my wish granted. It's like, you reach the top, everyone's staring, and—How am I supposed to act now?"

"And you can't admit that you're scared," Jason nods, he doesn't know why, but he relates to what she's saying. "Because—"

"You did that to yourself," Ara completes.

"No," Jason's eyes twinkle with understanding. "They make it look that way, so you don't quit."

"They?" Leo asks, lost in the conversation.

Ara words it differently so Leo understands what they mean.

"You're given a bronze dragon, you know what's in it and how it works, you look after it, fix it to make it better... But sometimes it malfunctions, cause he was already kinda rusty when you got it—you didn't build it from scratch, but everyone acts like you did, they make you feel like it's your fault it's not perfect."

"Hmm," she can almost see the gears in Leo's head turning. "So we can't be good enough for ourselves... because we're carrying other people's mistakes? That what you're saying?"

"Guess so," Ara sighs. "Not only the mistakes, I mean, the children of Olympus have a legacy I gotta live up to, when I don't raise the bar, I'm doing a bad job. So like... thinking you're not up to it just because you haven't done anything different than other demigods before you, that's normal. It's good, motivates you."

"Is there a less awful way to be motivated?" Leo pouts.

Ara ponders this. "I guess you... keep tabs on your progress? You survived our encounter with the Cyclops, which gave you knowledge you didn't have two days ago. Just keep going, practice is what you do if what you want is experience. Your father told me I would be worthy of my power only after I got it, 'cause I would work hard to keep it..." Jason's looking at her funny. "What?"

"You're a good leader when you're not freaking out," he smiles. "Annabeth wasn't sure you'd be... I mean, I probably shouldn't tell you this—"

"It's fine, I've heard it before," Ara hugs her legs. "I get angry when I don't get what I want when I want it, but I'm working on it... No more freakouts starting today."

"I'm not sure you can promise—"

"I'm an Aphrodite, I can control myself," she brushes it off. "If I say I'll keep it together, I will. We're all confused here, that ought to keep me focused. Trust me."

"I trust you," Jason replies.

They stay silent for a moment, then Leo talks. "You ever wonder about the other three demigods? I mean... if we're four of the ones from the Great Prophecy, who are the others? Where are they?"

"I'm not one of you," Ara states confidently.

Jason frowns. "Why not?"

An expression of concern crosses her face before she replies."They wouldn't count me in knowing I'm forced to come."

"Okay, doesn't make sense to me, but let's say there are four demigods left," Leo rolls his eyes. "Where are they?"

"I don't know," Jason replies. "I guess the other four will show up when the time is right. Who knows? Maybe they're on some other quest right now."

"I bet their sewer is nicer than ours," Leo grumbles.

"Percy and Annabeth will be two of them," Ara admits quietly.

"What makes you say that?"

"You can't have one without the other," she feels like crying again. "And one of them has already been taken."

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skeletonsweatshirt · 2 years

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Connected || Viktor x gn!reader

Connected - Part 1

Soulmate!AU (Red String of Fate)

Viktor x gn!reader

WC: 1.7k

Tags: Extroverted Jayce, New Dorm Room, Y/N is still moving in, Impatient Heimey, First Day jitters, Viktor says literally nothing, That mf silent, Confused Reader, *Insert vine of that one lady yelling about how Arkansas and Kansas are pronounced differently*, yes I just made a vine reference, it's my goddamn fic. Also, Heimerdinger has a bouncy mustache. I am my own proofreader, Grammarly is a frequent life saver (not sponsored)

Warnings: None really. Heimer mentions the reader that getting a full-ride scholarship is a "big responsibility" and there's like a few very brief symptoms of anxiety but it's never like a panic attack it's just the reader being nervous about starting school. Also, v quick mention of chaos and destruction spurred by the reader learning what Jayce and Vik are working on. Nothing in detail, just the idea that putting magic in the hands of normies might end badly.

A/N: Hey you little stinkies. Sorry I haven't posted in a bit. School just started and I've been busy not getting an F and also looking for a job and shit. Either way, I'm back now and I'm gonna try to post a bit more frequently but if it doesn't happen don't get butt hurt cuz chances are I will be back eventually. I'll try to get Chapter 2 out soon but idk we'll see what happens. Anyways enjoy the read.

You double and triple-check your bag to be sure of its contents on the way to the sleek, white, and gold vanity pushed against your wall. You double and triple check your uniform is right. White Shirt, White Vest, Red Tie, Black Bottoms. Alright, looking good. You give yourself possibly the quickest thumbs up in the reflection before racing towards the door of the new dorm room you weren't quite used to the layout of yet.

Another set of three knocks arrives on the outside of your hefty door before you manage to open it. On the other side is a yordle, about two and a half feet shorter than you, with a poro standing loyally at his right side. You smile down at the dean of the school, the fluffball known as Cecil B Heimerdinger, or just Professor Heimerdinger to you.

"Oh, hello sir. Good morning." You beam down at the man.

"Good morning, Y/N. I hope you are settling in well." The yordle remarks cheerfully.

"I'm doing my best. A bit hard to get around with boxes at your feet, though." You chuckle to hide the grimace that you're wearing in your brain. You severely underestimated how difficult it would be to unload a few boxes of your things into your new home for the next 4+ years.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Come, come, child, we should start the tour." He offers, waving you forward to follow him.

You swiftly nod and step out of your dorm room, making sure the door is locked behind you. You follow the man, attempting to match his pace so you don't fall forward or behind him. You quickly dart your eyes between the floor and him, not sure yet which you're supposed to look at.

"First things first, congratulations on your scholarship. It's not every day someone gets to come here nearly for free. That's a big responsibility, you know." The yordle states, or jokes. You can't really tell quite yet, you're still getting used to him.

"I know, sir. And I just wanted to thank you for approving it. I think I can truly achieve great things here." You exclaim.

"That's what we're hoping for. That is why you'll be assisting two of our greatest minds in the lab." He notes. Something you are just now realizing is that somehow Heimerdinger's mustache manages to bounce every time he speaks. Hopefully, you are never in a serious meeting with him. "But first I want to show you around. Make sure you understand where all your classes are and how to get there."

You nod in understanding. As you look around, you start to notice other students clearly staring at you and the professor. Some, who must not know who you are, are looking at you like you'd just been involved in the biggest scandal in your life. Others look at you absolutely bewildered. And you are pretty sure you see a few students, older and not, checking their right hands to see if their string lines up with yours, and when it doesn't, they simply look at you disappointed.

You look at your own hand. Surprisingly, you're following your string right down the middle. If this string wasn't like...magic or something...and the slack just kept dragging along, it would be straight between your legs. That's how exact you are. A soft whistle comes from below you, and just as Heimerdinger catches your attention, you turn a corner and begin walking away from where the string was leading.

About an hour and a half goes by before you finish locating all your classes, the cafeteria, and the library. If there was one thing to admire about Heimerdinger, it would be how damn thorough he is.

"Now, we are headed to the lab where you will be conducting research. Jayce and Viktor should be there since their classes haven't started yet." The professor lends you a kind smile as he begins walking you through the expansive corridors of the school.

You give an excited nod. An actual lab for you to work in! Not some bullshit one you put together in your parent's cramped attic because your mother stated she'd rather have the top of the house blow up than the bottom. You swiftly swing your bag towards your front, unclipping the fastens and digging through the many papers, notebooks, and folders you had somehow managed to cram inside.

You procure a leatherbound journal, no larger than your face, and open it. This journal contains all the notes you have taken on topics you wished to research or experiment with in the past year. Some of the topics you had been able to approach at your home lab, but some you had saved until you had access to a professional lab. Like the one at the academy.

You skim through the pages, a feather-like finger tracing over the lines of the topics that caught your eye. You realize about halfway through flicking through that you don't even know if any of your studies match up with Jayce and Viktor's.

"Sir, may I ask what exactly what Jayce and Viktor are working on in their lab space?" You question the older man without removing your face from the journal.

"They are designing a company they call 'Hextech" The yordle makes air quotes with his fingers. "The goal of their project is to discover a way to put the Arcane into the hands of the people through innovative technology."

You pause. The Arcane? Like...magic? You let the journal fall limply to your side as you look at the professor. "Isn't that like...really dangerous?" Your eyebrows knit together on your forehead as you ask. You remember reading about things like this in old history books. Putting magic in the hands of the non-magic users usually just ended in chaos and destruction.

Heimerdinger looks at you with a look of confusion. Not in a way that makes it seem like he doesn't know what you're talking about. On the contrary, he knows exactly what you're talking about. He's probably older than those books you were reading. The look he gives you makes you think that he's the only one ever asking that question.

"Ahem," The man clears his throat. "Usually it is. And honestly, I was opposed to the idea at first. However, Jayce and Viktor are some of the brightest minds in the Academy. They have promised me that everything is under control, and they take extra precaution when handling their projects."

A muffled crashing sound comes from down the hallway. Judging by the look on your superior's face, said crash is coming from Viktor and Jayce's lab.

"Extra precaution, huh?" You chortle as you shove your journal back into your bag as you and Heimer make way down the corridor slightly faster than you were.

Once you make it to the lab, you straighten out your outfit and open the door, allowing Heimerdinger to walk in before you. As you walk into the open room, you recognize what the noise must've been. A bag of tools bulkier than you had ever seen had tipped over, sending a sea of metal over the lab's solid flooring.

Your bag immediately makes its way off your shoulder and onto the ground beside you. You crouch down, assisting the more muscular of the two men with collecting the items that had come out of the bag in the fall. You both stand once every tool is back in its rightful place.

"Thank you." The man sticks out a hand with a friendly smile. "I'm Jayce Talis. And you are?"

"Y/N L/N." A familiar older voice rings out behind you. "They are your new assistant. Y/N, these are Jayce," He gestures to the man in front of you. "and Viktor." He gestures over to a man sitting on a metal stool who somehow looks both older and younger than Jayce. He has soft-looking quafts of chestnut brown hair that seem to waterfall down his scalp in a way that's both messy and put together. Like he tried to groom himself but gave up halfway through.

You throw a quick grin at the slender man before giving him a brief run-over with your eyes. Then you go back to turn your head and face Jayce. Then you don't. What was supposed to be a quick glance to just get a general idea of your soon-to-be lab partner turns into you turning your head so fast you nearly get whiplash. All because your glance at the man was interrupted with a shade of crimson that is now scarily familiar.

And to your surprise, the color wasn't a trick your eyes decided to play on your brain. Tied around Viktor's book-holding right pinky finger is a piece of cardinal-colored string that drapes to the floor below him and creates an obvious path between the two of you.

You stare at the string for a time, admiring the trail left across the tile floors before a voice penetrates your internal cloud of questions, answers, and miscellaneous thoughts and feelings that weren't either of the first two but you didn't really have time to sort them because holy shit.

"Mx. L/N." Heimer addresses you in a tone that makes it seem like he has been calling your name for the past hour.

You snap out of your haze just enough. You force your eyes away from the ribbon and onto your superior. "Yes, sir?" You ask.

"I have to get going. I trust you are in good hands here. Jayce and Viktor will show you around, and I'm sure you will get acclimated to life in the Academy in no time. You all know where my office is if you are to need me." The yordle notes and walks out of the large doors behind you.

You wave goodbye to the dean and his pet and then face your full attention towards your more muscular partner. You decide to ignore the other one for now, even if that means getting holes burnt through your skull by his darting glances. That is something to deal with later.

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youbloodymadgenius · 4 years

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Farewell (Ivar x petite!reader)

A/N: This is my contribution to @a-mess-of-fandoms‘s 1K Writing Challenge. Congrats again, love, this is well deserved 🌻

@inforapound, you know you’re the best, don’t you? 💋

A box of tissues could be useful, it’s kind of sad (sorry about that).

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

The gif belongs to @honestsycrets 💖

Summary: Ivar has some important things to tell you.

Warnings: small fluff; Ivar’s insecurities; loss of a loved one.

Words: 1812

Ivar hobbles, taking two steps forward before coming to a stop, his crutch a much needed support, his knuckles white on its hand grip. A few steps behind, Hvitserk watches him closely, afraid his brother might fall. Getting a little closer, he puts a hand on Ivar's shoulder. "Do you want me to stay?"

Hardly waving his free hand, Ivar shakes his head, curtly dismissing his brother. "Leave us alone."

Nodding, Hvitserk pats his brother's shoulder one last time and walks away wordlessly.

Once he's sure he's alone, Ivar looks up at the sky. Taking in a shuddering breath, he closes his eyes, pursing his lips before eventually looking down. His gaze falls to your face and he gives you a faint smile.

"My love…" His shaky voice is barely a whisper, his breath hitches and he tilts his head to the side, chewing on his dry lips. Running his fingers through his greying hair, he scratches the back of his neck, exhaling wearily.

Blinking back tears, he clenches his teeth. "I know I promised I wouldn't cry but you can't even imagine how hard it is…" Tightening his grasp on his crutch, he brings his right hand to his scrunched face, rubbing his eyes and snorting loudly.

"I don't even know where to start, you know?" He shrugs, a sullen look on his face. "I love you so, so much… More than I ever thought possible…" The last words come out strangled as Ivar swallows the thick lump in his throat. Blinking several times, he breathes in deeply through his nose.

"I think I'll start with how I was before. Before you, I mean. I was so young at that time, still almost a boy. There was nothing good inside of me. There was hatred, bitterness and jealousy. I was mean, cruel, to everyone. I was selfish, vain and self-centred, and I was so fucking angry all the time… And then you showed up… and everything changed…" A slight smile returns to his lips and he lets out a chukle.

"You remember, right? It was snowing and you had came to bring Mother a dress that she ordered from your’s. You didn't usually do that, but your mother was busy and asked you to do it. You didn't want to leave your father, whom you helped in the smithy, yet had no choice but to agree. It doesn't take much to make a difference, if you think about it. May the gods bless your mother!" Shaking his head, Ivar closes his eyes.

"As for me, I was stuck in the Great Hall because of my legs. They were hurting, my mother was in her room and my brothers nowhere to be seen. They were probably in a random barn, busy fucking Margrethe. I was bored, and pissed off, and so fucking in pain. And you came in. You were so small and petite, I thought you were a young boy, not more than ten years old. Your cloak was way too long for you, your dark pants filthy. I wanted to make fun of you, just to make myself feel better. I know that was mean. But as you know I wasn't nice, ever. However, I didn't get the chance, because you spoke. 'Prince Ivar', you told me reverently before bowing before me. I wish that I could tell you your voice enthralled me but if I'm being honest, it was quite the opposite. It was a high-pitched, irritating voice and I don't know why, but finding out you were a girl pissed me off even more.You were an easy prey and I was ready to pick on you. And then magic happened. You pushed your hood off, a warm smile on your lips. You were so beautiful. Your delicate features, the way you barely tilted your head, and your eyes… Gods, your eyes, my love. At the exact moment when you locked them with mine, I was bewitched, thoroughly and happily helpless. It's like in that moment the whole universe existed just to bring us together. Or to bring you to me, but whatever… You were here, and to my delight, you never left."

Wrapped up in his memories with a smile lingering on his lips, Ivar lets his mind wander.

***

"Aren't you going to kiss me, Ivar?"

Lost for words, a flabbergasted Ivar just stares at you, swallowing. Slowly wrapping your hand aroud his calloused one, you tilt forward and whisper in his ear. "Because you know, I'd like that very much."

"Aren't… Doesn't…" Finding his voice, Ivar, at first, splutters. Pulling himself together, he bites his lower lip before taking a ragged breath. "Doesn't that bother you?"

Raising a single brow, you look at him confused, an unspoken question in your eyes. When he gestures towards his legs, anger all over his face, his nose scrunched in disgust, you blink a few times, asking genuinely, "You mean, your legs?"

"Isn't that obvious?" You're not used to such a harsh tone from him, but you remain composed, aware that this is a very sensitive topic, at least for him.

"Doesn't it bother you that I'm so tiny?" You give him a wry smile, straightening up as much as you can, which is not much. Standing in front of Ivar, who's sitting on his bed, you're not taller than he is.

Sighing heavily, Ivar rubs his face with both hands before shooting you a sheepish look. "Y/N, it's not the same…" Lowering his head, he clenches his fists.

He's right, it's not. He's self-conscious about his legs, ashamed even, while you're the first to laugh about your short stature. One of your hands grazes his thigh and you place a finger beneath his chin, lifting his face to look at you. "It should be, though."

Furrowing his brows, Ivar stiffens once more. "And why is that? How can you compare those hideous, useless legs to–"

Shushing him, you give him a stern look, daring him to continue. When he keeps quiet, you take a step forward, straddling him carefully.

"Ivar, your legs…" Your voice is soft as you place a soothing hand on his chest, "… they are just the way you are. They are not what you are. Don't let them define you…"

***

The next moment, you were kissing him. Eyes still shut, Ivar shivers. If he concentrates hard enough, he can still feel your sweet lips on his.

***

"My husband!" Breaking the kiss, you giggle, beaming, a little tipsy and flooded with happiness.

Ivar chuckles, running his fingers through his dishevelled hair. Hovering over you, he peppers light kisses all over your face, supporting his weight on one arm. "My wife. You're my wife. I can hardly believe it." There's something so earnest in his eyes and so many emotions across his face… Your heart flutters as you kiss him lovingly.

"That I am. And you know, I'd suggest you get used to it, because I'm not going anywhere." Reaching out, you gently run your fingers across his broad chest and his bare sweaty skin.

"I won't let you go anywhere anyway. Not after what just happened. Was it magic?" He shivers, his big blue eyes scrutinizing you.

"Of course not." Giving him a quick peck on the tip of his nose, you cup his face with your hands, shaking your head. "We don't need magic, Ivar."

Slightly flustered, Ivar stutters. "I… I don't understand… How… I thought…" His averted gaze gives away how embarrassed he feels and he clenches his teeth. "You know… I… I couldn't have sex with Margrethe…"

There's a dull ache in your chest as you listen to his words – you wish so badly you could have saved him from that humiliation – but you chase it quickly away.

"You and I, my husband, we didn't have sex. We made love, which makes all the difference." Your fingers trail down his spine and then you squeeze playfully his butt cheeks. He bursts out laughing, wiggling slightly, but gets serious as soon as you stop.

"Do you think we'll have children?" His eyelids fluttering closed for a moment, Ivar lets out a huff of frustration. "I mean… You know… Do you think I'll be able to… despite my… condition?"

Drawing him against you, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. "I have no doubt. No doubt at all."

***

Opening his eyes, Ivar can feel his heart pounding in his chest. "You were right, of course you were right…" What a blessing.

***

"She's just like you, you know?" Beaming with pride, Ivar shifts in the bed, scooting closer to you. You're still amazed at how comfortable he is around you now.

Making sure you don't disturb the sleeping, sated baby in your arms, you lean slightly forward, your free hand brushing Ivar's naked thighs. You will gladly work on their deepest knots later, but right now, looking at your marvelous daughter, wrapped in your husband's embrace, is your single aim.

"She has your eyes, though." Feeling like your heart is blossoming, you grab Ivar's hand, bringing it to your–

***

"Ivar, it's time." Hvitserk's voice pulls Ivar out of his thoughts. Without looking up, he nods. "I know. Just give me a moment. I'll be quick."

As soon as Hvitserk retreats, Ivar looks at your peaceful face, his stomach clenching and rolling inside him. "My love, you gave me everything. You made me whole. You made me feel wanted, loved. You made me feel normal. You made me a man. For all of that, I'll be forever grateful." His breathing starts to shake and panic floods his body. "I… I don't want you to go… I… I don't know how I'm supposed to do that… I'm not sure I can… live without you…" His words catch in his throat, he swallows, wincing. "I'll try. I promise, I'll try. And one day, hopefully sooner rather than later, I'll join you. I'll find you and we'll be together again. I love you, Y/N. With all my heart, with all my soul."

A hand slips into his and Ivar looks around, a weary smile crossing his face as he recognizes his daughter. "Father." Intertwining their fingers, Ivar rubs her knuckles with his thumb. Her huge, blue, swollen eyes pricking with tears, she presses her head against his chest. Wrapping protectively his arm around her, he cradles his beautiful daughter, resting his head on hers. "Min skat." He wishes he could tell her it's going to be okay, but he can't. He can't.

Nodding to the archers, Ivar squeezes his daughter's hand tight as a withering sigh escapes his lips. The tightness in his chest is almost unbearable, he can't think or breathe. And when the first arrow reaches the boat, setting it on fire, a single tear runs down his cheek.

"Farewell, my love."

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wickedbarnes · 4 years

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𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖊 (Pt. 1) | John Wick x Reader

A prompt by the lovely @lokis-imaginary-friend which you can find here. Somehow I can't mention you but I'll try and edit that later!

NOTE: I can't add the read more break so I'll just cut this into parts. I don't know how to add the read more break because I'm only using my phone so I apologize in advance for the inconvenience. Hopefully I did this prompt enough justice.

WARNING: None yet.

You knew what your father did for a living, what your family was known for despite his efforts of keeping you out of the limelight. You were Viggo's only daughter. He cherished you just as much as he cherished your older brother Iosef even if he was harder on him than he is on you. So despite everything, despite of how brutal your father can be, he tried his best to be good for you. But he could only do so much. Some things were beyond his control.

Eventually, as you grew up into a fine, intelligent young woman, Viggo had came into terms that you already knew the dark side of what your name carried. But under any circumstance did he ask you to join the business. He made sure not to do that for as long as he lived. Iosef, however, was stubborn enough. So despite you convincing him not to do it, he eventually got himself in the family business.

But as you returned from your well deserved vacation from Greece after just recently graduating from college, you came home to Iosef throwing his usual tantrums. He was usually like that whenever he didn't get something that he wanted or whenever he displeased his father.

"брат.[Brother]" You spoke, your voice causing him to freeze on his spot and turn his head towards you. His group nodded their head towards you respectfully, not wanting to be rude to the Tarasov Princess.

"Сестра. [Sister]" Iosef immediately made his way towards you and engulfed you in a tight hug before pulling away, forcing a smile on your face despite the fact you could see right through him and the way he was suppressing his anger.

"What happened this time, Iosef?" You asked, your Russian accent going completely noticeable whenever you spoke English, "Did you and father have a fight again?"

Iosef shook his head and cleared his throat, turning to look at his men before he focused his attention back to you.

"No. No, we haven't. I just had a bad morning, some fucker ruined my mood today. Thinking he's all high and mighty, he probably doesn't know who I am." He scoffed and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his comment. Iosef's ego sometimes gets too big for his own good. It sometimes resulted to him getting into fights and arguments with Viggo.

"Care to tell me what happened?" You asked as you made your way towards the kitchen to get a bottle of water, feeling your throat go dry after a long flight before you made your way back to the large living room where Iosef took a seat on the velvet sofa.

"I was at the gasoline station this morning. And then I saw this Ford Mustang Mach 1, the 1969 edition. And then I remembered how I don't have that in my collection yet so I asked the asshole of an owner the price for the car, I wanted to buy it." You sat down on the couch across him, your eyes never leaving his as he told of his current predicament.

"And he said it's not for sale. He refused to let me buy it. That fucker. So since he's being hard to get, I'll just have to do it my own way." Iosef smirked cruelly, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, Y/N. Break into his house, get the fucking car, change the paint job and the VIN and make it mine. Everything has a price." He answered nonchalantly as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Iosef, stop being an idiot. Not everything has a price. You don't even know this man. What if he's dangerous?" You tried to reason out but he just rolled his eyes and got up from the couch when he noticed the sun was already setting.

"Oh, come on. What's the worst thing can he do? Hit me with a fucking baseball bat? There's one of him and how many of us. I'm pretty sure we'll come out of there alive."

"That's not the point, Iosef. The point is that if you keep this behavior up you won't even see what's coming for you until it's too late. Think about it first, брат. Is the car really that worth it? Can't you just buy it somewhere, I'm sure that's not the only 1969 Ford Mustang in the world."

Iosef walked over to the tall window in the living room and looked at the view of the sky outside. Your features softened as he reminded you of his father. They looks so much alike despite the fact Iosef got his nose and lips from your Mother.

"You're right. But it's not just about the car, Y/N. It's about vengeance. If only you saw how that man offended me. I'm not going down without at least getting back at him. And if taking his car is the only way to do it then so be it." Iosef turned back around to his men and gave them the signal to go outside and go to their cars. Iosef was about to make his way outside when you quickly put the water bottle on the coffee table and chased after him, grabbing his arm.

"Iosef, please. This is all stupid and it's not worth it. If you keep doing this, one day you'll be getting yourself shot in the head." Worry was etched on your face. And even if Iosef wanted to comfort you so badly, he chose to do the latter and went outside where his men were waiting for him.

All of this for a fucking car.

"John will come for you. And you will do nothing... because you can do nothing. So get the fuck out of my sight!" Your father, Viggo, hissed in his ear before pushing Iosef away from him. You sat on the stool, frozen and speechless as you watched Iosef stand up while your father turned his back on him, focusing his attention to you.

Viggo would cup your face and press a gentle kiss on your forehead. He knew the fear that was coursing in your veins. Fear for Iosef, fear for your father, fear for your own life. And fear of the Baba Yaga.

You very well knew who John Wick was since you heard stories circulating around him. You saw him once when you snuck into Viggo's office as a kid. John was young at the time. Maybe in his mid-thirties by the time you first laid eyes on him, you were only six with the curiosity of a little kid. And although Viggo never ever introduced you to any of his colleagues, he somehow introduced you to John. Who, despite his stoic and intimidating demeanor, offered you one of the most kindest smiles. His eyes suddenly turning soft as he greeted you.

"папа? [Papa?]" You poked your head through the door, your eyes scanning the office and once you caught sight of your father, you immediately giggled and ran your way towards him.

"Y/N!" Viggo would say in disbelief as he crouched down and caught you when you jumped in his arms. He hated it whenever you snuck into his office. Especially when he's talking to a colleague of his. He always made sure to tell you that the office is off limits but you never listened. Instead, Viggo would have men guarding his office but it seems they weren't doing a good job at that.

"What are you doing here, Маленький? [Little one]. You're supposed to be in bed. And didn't I tell you not to sneak into my office, you know you're not allowed in here." Viggo scolded you as he stood up with you in his arms causing you pout at him, your eyes wide before you looked down at your small hands that was absentmindedly fiddling with his tie.

"You were supposed to read me a story, Papa. Iosef won't do it. He says I have to give him all my Halloween candy before he can do so." You whined and you had missed how Viggo's cheeks heated up in slight embarrassment when you somehow revealed his soft side to the man dressed in black that was sitting by his desk who he was sure was trying to suppress a chuckle.

"Later, little one. Papa's busy." Viggo sighed before your eyes fell on the man wearing a black three piece suit, short raven hair that was gelled to perfection and a scruffy beared that was trimmed well.

You tilted your head to the side curiously. You were always straight-forward as a kid. Sometimes you would catch people off guard and sometimes you'd amuse them by your zero fear of saying what was on your mind. Something that you got from your Mother.

"John. Meet my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, meet John. He's a friend of Papa's." Your father would say as you smiled shyly at John before giving him a little wave. He's a very handsome man but you were quite confused and a tad bit upset that he doesn't seem to smile. Much like your father. You would always catch Viggo frowning. He would only smile around those he cares for.

However, John's features softened as he offered you a kind smile before lifting his hand up to wave at you. This made you giggle shyly and hide your face against the crook of your father's neck momentarily before you lifted your head up and look back at John who looked at you amusingly.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. John." You would say politely, knowing it'd be rude if you hadn't said that. John bowed his head in response.

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss Y/N. But you really should get back to your room. You wouldn't want your father cancelling story time now, would you?" John said, trying his best to convince you to run back to your room so they could carry on with their meeting. Not that he hated kids nor did he hate that you had intervened. It's just that he knew this room wasn't very suitable for kids your age.

You gasped and immediately kicked your legs, signalling for your father to bring you down on the ground so you could run your way towards the door. Upon opening it, you quickly turned back around and gave John a toothy grin despite the fact that you had a missing tooth in the front due to eating too many sweets.

"You're very handsome, Mr. John. You should smile more." And before Viggo could call your name and scold you, you ran your mischievous butt outside his office and immediately made your way back to your room instead of risking the chance to miss out on story time.

But that was years ago. That was before you knew the true nature of John Wick. Before you knew the true meaning behind the meeting they were having. Before you knew what was really your family business. As you grew up, you had heard stories of how brutal John Wick is. And how he will stop at nothing until he gets the job done.

You had heard of how he manages to kill a group of armed men all by himself. How he killed three men with a fucking pencil. And how he had retired and put the life as an assassin aside for his wife who had recently died of an illness.

All the information you had heard from your father was starting to sink in. Iosef had stolen his car and killed his dog. Which was probably a present from his wife.

Iosef turned to look at you and saw the fear in your eyes as it began to water, your hands shaking as you put it over your mouth to keep yourself from gasping. You were staring at the blank wall as Viggo did his best to calm you down by rubbing your arm comfortingly but nothing was working.

Your eyes soon shifted back to Iosef, who gulped. Because despite putting up a brave face, you knew he was scared deep down.

"брат... what have you done?" You whispered shakily.

Hurry, fall asleep.

Or the Boogeyman will come for you.

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves oneshot #keanu reeves imagine #keanu x reader #john wick #john wick imagines #john wick x reader #john wick fic

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non-stop-imagines · 5 years

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Three Floors Up (College!AU Fic) Part 4

Here’s Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: Peter Parker x Black!Reader; Bisexual!MJ x Black Fem!OC (Armani) (Armani face claim @cecewiththefro on ig) (Yeah I changed it🤷🏿‍♀️)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: A couple curse words and a bit steamy at the beginning but its just really cute

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A/N: Hopefully this is a start to me being more productive with what I need to write, but HI I'M BACK!! I think since school starts in a week for me I wanted to write a bit more while it's the only thing I would be writing. Anyway, hope you guys like it and hopefully I can roll out more stories for you. Love y'all!!!💖💛💖💛

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You rush over to your door but hesitate before opening it, trying not to seem too eager. You open the door to Peter's smiling face.

"You didn't know what to do without me?" He sticks his hands in his pockets and allows his smirk to get more cocky.

"Just… shut up." You smile wide then quickly bring yourself close to Peter, pressing your lips hard against his. You place your hand on his cheek then slowly move it to his jawline and up to his hair as he takes initiative to slip tongue into the kiss. He pulls you closer with one hand as he walks you both into your apartment more and closes the door. He brings his other hand to your waist and pulls you even closer, then allows it to absentmindedly roam to your butt, giving it a small squeeze. You giggle at the bold move and continue to kiss Peter and blindly make your way to the couch, that is until you trip over MJ's backpack that sat a couple feet from the couch, whispering expletives as you do. In trying to regain balance, you trip over one of your shoes that landed next to it when you kicked them off and begin to fall to the floor. Peter tries to catch you but fails as you fall to the floor. You both were silent for a moment, Peter looking back and forth from his hands to you, then simultaneously you both bust out laughing. You climb from the floor onto the couch as Peter plops down beside you, moving closer to you, allowing you to wrap your arms around his waist as he guided your head to his chest while you both finish laughing.

"Are you ok?" He giggles, looking down at you.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I kinda ruined the mood, didn't I?" You pout, sitting up and turning to face him.

"Not particularly… I mean we are at our destination." He motions to the couch and you just chuckle.

"I'm honestly really tired though…" You give him a sympathetic all teeth smile that he returns. "But, you could… stay the night?" You slow down the last couple of words.

"Oh. Uh-" Peter widens his eyes, seeming as if he was staring through you. "Are you sure?"

"If you don't want to-"

"NO! I do- I do want to stay. I just don't want to- I don't want you- I don't want to intrude." Peter finally gets his words out. You just laugh and pat his leg before getting up from the couch.

"You're not intruding. I asked you." You shrug and head to the bathroom. "I'll be out in a moment." You walk in and close the door, leaving Peter to roam your apartment. He stays planted on the couch for a moment, looking around the main area then decides to get up to explore. He starts over at MJ's area which he doesn't go deep into but mainly just pulls the separation curtain back to get a glimpse. The area was a bit disheveled with an unfixed bed and a couple of clothing items thrown about, but it was expected. On her window sill sat 6 very alive succulents in colorful, possibly homemade pots, one of which painted the colors of the bi flag. Her sheets were grey but her comforter was maroon with a pattern commonly seen on tapestries and her walls had a couple of random posters that she obviously got for free. He leaves the area and turns to examine the TV stand. It was black and large enough to hold the cheap 32' TV you and MJ bought on the top level and MJ's PS4 on the lower level along with a gold elephant figurine that you bought on a whim and a couple cans you two forgot to throw away. On the wall above the TV was a Black Lives Matter flag that you guys got at the last event. He turns around to look at the wall behind the couch at the two staggered art prints secured to the wall by gold washi tape. One was of a colorful group of womens hands up in fists and the other was a digital painting of a black girl with a short fro and teal sunglasses blowing a bubble from her pink gum. He takes a peek at the plain kitchen where it's obvious that the room is purely functional. There were a couple of dishes in the sink and a bag of chips on the counter that was clipped shut. He steps over MJ's backpack and goes over to the little hallway that had the bathroom on the left and your room on the right. He strolls into your room, smiling to himself as he listens to you humming to a song from Hamilton in the bathroom, surprised by the simple decor once he enters your room. Your partially unmade bed had the heathered grey t-shirt material sheets that you had from your dorm last semester and a pastel yellow comforter. You had a couple shirts and a pair of pants askew on the floor. On your night stand was your Chemistry textbook with a mug sitting on top of it. You had a floor lamp and a dresser that sat against your far left wall had random items on top of it: a stuffed animal that MJ bought for you for Galentines, your various body products (i.e. lotion, body spray, ect.), and a pot similar to the ones MJ has that was painted yellow with a pink flower, but due to your lack of plant care abilities, yours was filled with loose coins and the occasional Bobby pins. The walls contained various art prints that you bought from Society6.

"Havin' fun?" You ask from your door frame. Peter turns around to look at you, now in the same pajama shorts but with a big long sleeve NYU tee.

"You and MJ are very different people." He says as he watches you move to your night stand, pulling out your scarf to tie it on.

"That's what makes us great partners in crime." You finish tying then sit and think for a moment. "You should've gone back to your place to get on something more comfortable." You bring a leg up onto your bed, pulling it into you.

"No, I'm fine. Um, are you lisping?" He laughs, ducking from the pillow that was thrown at him as he sits at the foot of your bed.

"I had fucked up teeth when I was younger, thank you very much!" You laugh, crawling up to lay on your stomach next to him.

"Well if it's any consolation, your smile is gorgeous and one of the first things I noticed about you." He brings his hand to your back and gently runs his fingers up and down it.

"Why, thank you." You adjust your body into his fingers slightly, then lower your head into your hands, turning your head so you're looking at Peter. "So, what do you want to do tomorrow?"

Peter shrugs. "Well, I have a lab report due Monday." He continues to run his fingers over your back.

"Which class?" You close your eyes relaxing into his touch.

"Physics. I also think I have Calc 2 homework." He looks over at you noticing that you were beginning to fall asleep.

"We could go get breakfast and do some homework?" Your words begin to slur as sleep begins to over take you.

"That sounds like a good idea." He looks down at you again, now asleep mouth hanging open and a slight snore starting. "Let's get you under the covers." He shakes you slightly, waking you just enough for you to move to the head of your bed. You cuddle your head into one of your pillows as Peter pulls your comforter onto you. He goes over and turns off your floor lamp, plugs in your phone, then climbs into bed. Unsure of how he should lay, he just turns away until he feels you turn into him. He turns over and wraps his arms around you, smiling as you move to get closer to him, then finally closes his eyes to fall asleep.

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You slowly awake from your sleep and stretch. You, ending up on your back, look over at Peter who was laying in his stomach, right arm draped over you, head facing toward you with his mouth open and drool coming out. You tap his arm making his jump out of his sleep and lift his arm off of you, then turn to unplug your phone and look at the time. 8:50am.

"Hey, wakey wakey." You pat Peter's back a couple of times the turn to get off your bed.

"You bed is so comfortable it should be a crime." Peter stretches, groaning into the pillow.

"It's the sheets, and, like, two mattress pads." You pull out a pair of leggings from your dresser then unwrap your hair, checking it in your full length mirror.

"Well whatever it is, I don't understand how you can get up every morning." Peter says still laying face down on the bed.

"It's very difficult. Now… get out of my room for a moment." You smack him on the back.

"Ugh, why?" He sits up and slowly turns out of your bed.

"I need to change real quick even though we got really close to each other really quick, you seeing me without pants is a point in our relationship that we are not at yet." You explain as you push him lightly to your bedroom door.

"Fine. But before we go get breakfast I need to get my things from my place and probably change." Peter says as he walks to the living room.

"That's fine. I'll be right out." You close your door and quickly shed your pajama shorts and pull on your leggings. You grab your white slip on Vans and pull those on then exit your room to quickly brush your teeth, looking over at Peter who seemed to have fallen back asleep on the couch. Afterward, you go to grab your backpack, placing in it your laptop, your Philosophy, Chemistry, and Physics notebook along with your Chemistry textbook.

"Alrighty, let's go get your things." You grab your lanyard from the table by the front door then turn around to look at Peter as you pull on your other backpack strap. He get up from the couch and groggily makes his way over to you. You smirk and reach up to fix his bed head, pushing his hair back lightly with your fingers. A small smile grows on his face as you do and he continues to look at you longingly as you go to open the front door, letting him leave first and locking the door behind you before following him to the elevator.

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"Oh shit." Peter whispers, patting his pockets frantically.

"What?" You look up from your phone at Peter.

"I think I left my keys inside. I hope Ned is awake." He knocks on the door and seconds later a guy, who you assume is Ned, opens the door.

"Had a feeling you would need me." He turns to you and waves. "Hi, I'm Ned."

"Y/N. Nice to meet you." You wave back and fiddle with your phone in your hands

"Come on in while my idiot friend gets his life together." You chuckle at Ned's words then follow Peter in. Their apartment was somewhat to be expected in terms of decor. It was minimal but consisted of a couple of Star Wars posters and a Stark Industries banner. In the far left corner of the living room was a fully completed Lego Death Star that sat on a stand on a table. You go over and drop yourself down on the couch as Peter went into the bedroom.

"Does he forget his key often?" You remove your arms from your backpack straps and lean back onto it.

"Only when his mind is preoccupied." Ned goes into the kitchen to continue his cereal. You give him a nod and a knowing grin. You get up from the couch and walk over to the Death Star. "That thing is actually put together with super glue since we've dropped it so many times." He chuckles.

"I would've died if I put this thing together and it broke." You continue to stroll around the room.

"Oh it felt like I died each time it happened. But now it can't." You laugh at his candid words. At that point Peter walks back out from the room, now in grey sweatpants and his own NYU hoodie. He had his backpack on and seemed a bit more awake than before.

"Whatever he said about me I deny all of it." He runs his hand over his hair and pulls his keys from his backpack.

"Maybe you should keep those in there." You mock as you go to get your bag from the couch.

"Haha." He walks over to Ned and starts a long winded handshake with him. "We'll be back around...lunchtime?" Peter looks back at you for approval.

"Uh, yeah. About noonish." You say, stupefied by Peter and Ned doing their handshake flawlessly, even when Peter wasn't looking.

"Cool. You two have fun." Ned walks you both to the door, waving as you guys walked down the hallway.

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Peter opens the door to the coffee shop for you then follows you in and to the first open table near an outlet that you see. You both place your Chick-Fil-A bags on the table and backpacks on the floor. You pull your laptop from your bag and take a moment to log into it then take a moment to get your food out before finally eating and going to your student portal. You look up and look at Peter who had his signature dopey grin on his face.

"What?" You take a bite of a Chicken Mini, smirking.

"Nothing. I just like seeing you do… things." He laughs at his own weird words and you do the same.

"Makes sense. I am quite majestic." You finish off your the Chicken mini in your hand and take a sip of water, getting back to work and trying to fight the wide smile that wanted to grow on your face. Peter keeps his eyes on your for a moment longer then bends down to grab his laptop from his bag.

Part 5

#black reader #marvel imagine #peter parker imagine #spiderman #peter parker x reader #tom holland #spiderman imagine #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker

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juulforjisung · 6 years

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Johnny x Male reader

requestes: yes "Hey! How are you doing???? Could I request some Johnny x male reader please?"

a/n: omg okay I'm sorry for not being active... I was busying on a vacation and I didn't have time... So hopefully you forgive me and enjoy !

Honestly he is EVERYONE'S boyfriend goals

He is a big dork and will always try to make you laugh

"hey, why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Johnny it's 1 in the morning go to sleep."

"because she was afraid someone would Cesar :D"

"Johnny oh my god-"

Lame puns and pick up lines for days™

Makes fun of you for being short but he loves to give you piggy back rides

"you look like a 5th grader." "Johnny that makes you sound like a pedo-" "OH SHIT"

He is needy™ but acts like he isn't

He loves to hold your small figure in his big hands

He runs his fingers through your hair and massages you whenever you're stress

"baabeee... Can I have some cuddles?"

He doesn't really like cuddling since he has such a big body but he will whenever you feel sad

He likes to see you wearing his clothes

His hoodies and your socks are his favorite outfit on you ;)

Will purposely put his clothes in your closet

But you're not complaining

He begs you to get matching couple tattoos

You tell him it's stupid and than he gives you the silent treatment

So you end up agreeing

He also forces you to make cringy couple videos while wearing matching clothes

You love hate it

Once you guys visited his family in Chicago and he tripped you while you were talking to his mom

So you got revenge by pouring salt all over his food

You guys always play pranks on each other

While on the trip you put pink hair dye in "his shampoo"

But it was his dad's shampoo

He was not happy

His family really likes you especially because you aren't towering over them

Johnny made you do aegyo and his mom walked in

"Johnny I know you have an aegyo kink, so next time please lock your door" *leaves*

"mOM" Johnny is sitting there embarrassed while you're rolling on the floor laughing

Anyways,

Johnny likes to treat you to a lot of things

So at one point you had to steal his wallet so he could stop

He still doesn't stop

"y/n, give me my wallet. I need to treat you like the prince you are."

You give it back to him but you ended up treating him

You know he likes to be taken care of

Johnny likes to embarrass you

Once Johnny was doing a vlive and you walked in "Damn is that my boyfriend?" *Shoves the camera in your face* "why you so damn cute for? BIH why? Oh damn look at that ASs"

You made sure to have vlive notifications on

Also after that Johnny wasn't allowed to do solo vlives

Also did I mention Johnny is ass obsessed?

Like he really REALLY loves your ass

He likes to give it pats, rubs, pokes, bites, etc.

The first time he touched your butt was during a Lazy day

You were laying on him when he suddenly places his hands on your butt and started patting it

Ever since then he couldn't keep his hands off of your butt

not to be nsfw but while you guys were cuddling he started rubbing your butt

Your face flushed a deep red and you tried not to make any noises

He looked down at you confused but then realized what was happening and smirked at you

He slapped your ass and you accidentally let out a moan and he laughed at you

"joHNNY for FUcks sake" *you walked away from him embarrassed* (sorry but I couldn't help myself)

Anyways

He takes things too Literally (as a joke)

"Johnny go take a shower, you stink"

"where do you want me to take it?"

Johnny asked you to be his boyfriend at the park

It was raining but you guys stayed underneath the playground

"have you ever thought about kissing in the rain?"

"no, but I thought about kissing you"

After that you guys have been inseparable

He is always spamming you with love memes

Johnny:

Y/n: Johnny why

Once he took a meme video and said "send this to your crush"

so you sent it to Jaehyun as a joke

"y/n, why did you send it to Jaehyun?"

"because he's my celeb crush"

"y/n... I am a celeb... And I am your boyfriend."

"yOUr poInT????"

"Y/N!!"

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