can you do a Kian lawley imagine where you guys are dating and your a youtuber and you do the yoga challenge with someone like Trevor or some other youtuber and Kian, JC, and Ricky are watching you guys and you guys get really close and Kian gets jealous but then you tell him that he’s the only one that gets to kiss you and it’s really fluffy THANK YOU !!!
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“Owowowow,” you strained as Trevor adjusted your leg on his shoulder.
“I CAN’T SEE PAST YOUR BOOBS,” Trevor yelled from above you.
“We can do it,” you assured him, turning to check your position in the viewfinder.
Ricky snorted from the couch, and pulled out his phone. “(Y/N), stretch your arm out further,” he said, recording you.
You did as Ricky said, pleased to see that you were successful in recreating the yoga pose, but not for long. You began to shake violently under Trevor’s weight.
“I swear, if you even think of dropping me-” Trevor began.
You shook beneath him, your leg slipping, causing you to roll sideways, with Trevor collapsing on top of you. His hands flew out, grasping your hips as you toppled downwards in a fit of laughter.
“Ha ha,” Kian said sarcastically, “You can let go of her now.”
“Okay man,” Trevor laughed, offering you a hand back up.
You hopped back in place, “Okay, last one,” you panted in exhaustion.
JC stared at the computer screen, a smirk spreading across his smug face, “This one.”
“JC!” you groaned, looking at the extremely complicated position he’d chosen out.
“We got this!” Trevor laughed, bouncing up happily on his heels.
Kian glared at the screen, his arms folded over his chest, “I can find you a better one,” he offered grimly.
You sighed and shook your head with a laugh, “We got this,” you said, giving Trevor a big high five.
The pose required one person to lie on their back with their legs in the air as someone else climbed up over their legs, suspended in the air as they would rest their head on the first person’t feet, and their legs held up by them, too.
“Bottom,” called Trevor.
“Thanks for giving me the complicated part,” you grumbled under your breath.
Trevor slid into place, raising his feet up, “Get on me,” he smirked.
You snorted and slapped his foot, “Shut up.”
You hoisted yourself onto Trevor’s feet, and his hands came to your sides as he helped you up. He squeezed your sides causing you to writhe in frustration, “I’m ticklish!” you snapped.
“I know,” he smiled and slid his hands down to help push you up.
Kian glared daggers at Trevor, “Hey pal, wanna get your hands off my girlfriend’s ass?”
“His hands aren’t-” you started. “Never mind,” you corrected yourself.
JC tilted his head to get a better angle, “We should do this challenge together, (Y/N),” he grinned.
Kian gave JC a shove with a roll of his eyes.
“Sorry,” Trevor yawned lazily, fixing you into the right spot over him.
“Bit more,” you said.
You arched your back, Trevor taking your feet in his hands, his eyes blinking up at you.
“Have we done it!?” you exclaimed.
“Wooo,” Ricky hollered, “You bet!”
“Really? I think we should stay like this a second longer to make sure we’re doing it right,” Trevor teased.
“Let me down now,” you giggled.
“Oookay,” Trevor said, letting you fall from the air suddenly.
You yelped out, crumpling onto Trevor’s chest in a heap.
His hands shot up, catching you at the last second and holding you to his front.
“Jerk” you laughed and nudged him with your foot.
Trevor rolled across the floor so that he had you pinned beneath him.
“Please like this video,” you gasped for air, “And subscribe if you want Trevor to GET OFF ME!” you writhed.
“Okay, video over, good job,” Kian said, shutting off the camera.
“Buzzkill,” Trevor raised his eyebrow’s at Kian.
“How bout’ you let me go?” you panted.
“But tickling you is more fun,” Trevor complained, his hands pinching your sides.
You burst out into uncontrollable giggles, your head turning this way and that as you begged Trevor to let you go.
Without warning the pressure on your belly was gone, and you sat bolt upright in confusion. Trevor lay sprawled on the floor, and Kian stood above you, his hand extended.
“My hero,” you smiled and accepted his hand.
Kian smiled weakly, pulling you up from the ground and into his chest. You knocked his front, your head sliding over his shoulder, his own two arms slinking around your waist.
“Mm,” you cooed into his chest, startled by the affection.
JC whispered something at Ricky, who laughed and nodded.
“What?” Kian snapped at them.
“Is someone a bit of a jealous boyfriend?” JC challenged him.
Kian grimaced, releasing you and spinning towards JC, his nostrils flared.
“Come at me,” JC laughed, standing.
Kian made a move to shove JC, but you grabbed his wrist before he could.
“Kian, calm down,” you hissed.
Kian brought his brown eyes back down to yours, his body relaxing a bit. He sighed and shook his head sadly, before simply walking right out the room.
You pouted at a pleased looking JC, “Thanks alot.”
You followed Kian into his bedroom, where he sat perched on the edge of his bed.
“Hey,” you tried.
Kian ran his long fingers through his dark hair, his smile forced, “Hey.”
You sighed and gently shut the door behind you, sinking onto the floor on your knees before Kian.
He kept his eyes glued to his lap, so you bent forward and pecked his rosy lips gingerly to get his attention.
“Talk to me,” you whispered softly, placing a hand in his lap.
Kian’s lips twitched as he entwined his fingers in yours, his gaze holding yours.
“Don’t think badly of me,” he spoke nervously.
“Never would think of it,” you smiled and squeezed Kian’s hand lightly.
“I’m..I don’t know,” he paused, “I don’t like seeing you so close to other guys.”
You raised an eyebrow with a small laugh, “Really?”
Kian blushed furiously, “I don’t want to be the jealous boyfriend.”
“Are you?” you asked.
Kian coughed nervously, shrugging, “Yeah, I am.”
“Kian,” you giggled, pulling him close to your face, “Look at me.”
His eyes sad, he opened his mouth, but you cut him off.
“Babe,” you smiled, “it’s okay to be jealous. But you have to know that I will never think of anyone the way I think of you. You, Kian Lawley, are mine, and only mine.”
Kian’s cheeks warmed under your cold fingertips.
“These lips,” you said, tracing your fingers gently around his mouth, “Mine.”
“Those eyes,” you smiled warmly, “Mine.”
“Every little thing about you, the good, and the bad, are mine,” you breathed.
Kian’s familiar smile crept up on his lips, “I’m the luckiest guy in the whole wide world, so I guess I’m just scared someone else will see what I see in you.”
You shook your head with a laugh, “Doesn’t matter, that won’t change the fact that I only want to be with you.”
Kian chuckled, swinging his head down and back up, his eyes glowing again.
“Wanna show me I’m yours?” he smirked cheekily.
“There’s my boyfriend,” you grinned, bending into his lips. You lifted yourself from your crouched position, Kian’s arms coming around your waist and pulling you up gently into his lap. You wrapped your legs around Kian’s waist, perched in his lap as your lips collided. You slid your arm’s around his neck, smiling into the feeling of his lips on yours, your fingers weaving through Kian’s hair. Kian pressed himself into you, his lips curving happily as they brushed against yours.
You pulled back, your eyes closed, but smiling wide.
Before you could open your eyes, Kian’s hands came to the small of your back, forcing you to bend back into him. He dropped a kiss on your lips, nose, forehead, and any skin he could reach. Your skin grew bright from the warmth of his lips all over your face. You opened your eyes, meeting Kian’s round and unblinking one’s.
“I liked that,” you said, your eyes flickering across Kian’s face.
Kian did his adorable little lip bite that melted your heart into a puddle.
It’s two days before the last day of school, and I’m sitting in my Combatives class ready to die of boredom. Mr. Vaughn is showing a demonstration video on how to slay a basilisk. Again. It was the last question on our final. Only half of us got it right.
I was not one of the lucky few.
No one is paying attention as the warrior in the party uses her reflective shield to distract the basilisk while a mage makes a big deal about putting the creature down with a sleep spell. We’re all talking and thinking about the summer.
“What did you get in here?” Jeb asks from across the row.
“C,” I say. “What about you?”
“D minus,” he says, waving his test at me. His ears droop a little like a chastised puppy. Demons are so sensitive.
I shrug. “At least you dodged a bullet. No summer school.”
“Yeah,” Jeb looks down at his test morosely. “But still, you can’t kill a basilisk? Who knew they were an endangered species?”
Mr. Vaughn is clip-clopping across the front of the room now, arms crossed as he gives one of his “these are skills for the real world” lectures once again. As fun as it is to watch a centaur go off on a tear, I’m over Mr. Vaughn and I’m over this school year.
I don’t really care about the test, but I do hate when Jeb gets all emo. “Look, we’re never going to use this anyway. No one goes adventuring anymore.”
He nods and incinerates his test with a simple fire spell. No one even glances at him.
“What are you doing this summer?” he asks after a long while, his voice low. He’s still bummed about his bad grade. Maybe I’ll take him out for frozen yogurt after school. Cheer him up. Sprinkles would cheer anyone up.
I slouch down in my desk, stretching with a yawn. Mr. Vaughn has given up on his lecture and has retreated to his desk to eat an apple someone brought him. He’s much calmer now. It’s probably the apple. Centaurs freaking love apples.
“Nothing dude,” I say, finally answering Jeb’s question. “Absolutely nothing.”
The second day of summer vacation my mom tells me I need to get a job.
We’re sitting at dinner eating Mom’s famous tavern stew, which is really just a bunch of random things boiled down to mush. She’s still dressed in her work clothes: low cut white gown and flower crown. I asked her once why the clinic makes her wear such a ridiculous outfit, and she just shrugged and said “It’s tradition. This is how healers dress.” The men have an outfit that is just as stupid, tight white breeches and a flowy tunic, but I still think it sucks that my mom has to dress like a sex object to help people. Like, where is the self-respect in that?
“So, Caitlyn, what are your plans for summer?” Mom asks as I’m about to shovel in some of her stew. My mouth is full so I just shrug and say “Uhnano.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? No big plans?” Mom is giving me this tight smile that means she wants a specific answer, but I have no idea what she’s looking for here. It’s summer. It’s two and a half months of not thinking about magic spells or chemistry or monster identification or algebra or anything, really. So why is she hassling me?
“I was thinking of maybe taking my mage’s test or something,” I say, hoping it’s enough to distract Mom from whatever she’s about. Dad isn’t even paying attention to the conversation. As usual he’s nose deep in Berserker Weekly. Dad used to be this big time adventurer, walking through forests and bashing in heads for fun and profit. That’s where he met Mom. I think he saved her from an evil wizard or a druidic cult or something. It was a long time ago, though, and now he mainly consults for a living.
“Oh, that’s a good idea. After you get your license maybe you could call Marcus and see if he’ll let you work in the Hex shop. I mean, you should really get a job this summer. Don’t you agree, Brock?”
A frown creases Dad’s dark face but he grunts in assent.
I take another bite of stew and look down at the bowl to avoid answering. There’s no way I’m going to work in my Uncle Marcus’s Hex shop. The thought of untangling curses all summer makes me want to turn myself into a frog and hide out in the forest. Not to mention that my Uncle Marcus is the cheapest man alive. I’d be lucky if he even paid me.
Mom pushes her bowl of stew away and jumps to her feet. “Good! Caitlyn, I’ll send Marcus a note letting him know you’ll be there tomorrow bright and early—”
“I don’t want to work in the Hex shop. It’s gross.”
Mom stops and turns to me slowly. Her skin is pale as usual but two spots of color have appeared high on her cheeks. She is pissed. “Removing hexes is not gross. Your uncle gives those people their lives back.”
“A woman with boils all over her face is pretty gross, Mom.” Last year when I had to pick a concentration Mom took me to see Marcus to convince me to pick cursework because it pays pretty well. I chose spellweaving instead. I’d rather work in a factory making love charms or fire spells than to have to turn frogs back into snotty princes all day.
Mom purses her lips and turns to my Dad. “Brock, will you please talk some sense into your daughter?”
“Cursework is disgusting, Mel,” Dad says, lowering his paper. “Why can’t the girl go adventuring like everyone else her age?”
“No one goes adventuring anymore, Dad,” I say. Because it’s true. Adventuring is something your parents make you do because they don’t understand that it isn’t cool to slay dragons anymore or that maidens can rescue themselves.
I mean, adventuring is just so lame. Walking around, looking for a prophecy to fulfill, and then working really hard for something that may or may not come true? Yawn. I have better things to do.
“No one goes adventuring, huh?” Dad and Mom exchange a look, like they’re about to laugh at some inside joke. Then Dad raises his paper again. “Either way, you’re not going to sit around the house all summer and play video games. Get a job, Caity-Bird, and if you can’t find one then your mother will call Marcus and you can spend all summer waking princesses.”
And that’s how I end up working at the Shop Quick.
Hey LITs! It’s been another great year for this fandom with another amazing season gone and by. And some people have been asking if i’ll be holding the same Shipathon I did last summer, and the answer is an enthusiastic yes!
Last spring, me (queerseth) and some other LITs had the idea to spread a celebration of all of our wonderful ships over three months, since three is the magic number, and it also leads up perfectly to when the show will return in the fall! Just like last year, this year’s Shipathon will be taking place over the summer and into the fall, from the start of July to the end of September.
Each week has a designated ship/relationship/group of relationships, and for each week you can do whatever you want to celebrate that relationship - gifs, videos, writing, edits, playlists, just posting about what you like about that relationship! We tried to be as inclusive as possible!
Just like last year, the ships are chosen based off of what is most prevalent in the show and in the fandom. This fandom isn’t very big, so trust me when we tell you, we know it like the back of our hand. But if you have a ship that isn’t included, remember that this is only a guideline for a general celebration of ships and you can post about whatever rare ship you want! Just remember to tag it with #librariansshipathon so that we can all see it, find it, and so that I can reblog it to this blog, which will serve as a kind of archive.
With 5 months until July still, I’m posting this now to give us all as much time as possible to prepare! Last year we had less time but it still went off wonderfully, let’s see what we can do this year, to fill the void of the hiatus!
NOTE: This isn’t just about romance! You can appreciate the dynamics between these characters in any way you want! Please respect everyone’s ships and interpetations, no hate here!
Week 1 - July 1-7 - Eve/Flynn
Week 2 - July 8-14 - Cassandra/Estrella, Cassandra/Lamia, Cassandra/Any minor female character
Week 3 - July 15-21- Jenkins/Cassandra, Jenkins/Ezekiel, Jenkins/Jake
Week 4 - July 22-28 - Cindy/Ezekiel
Week 5 - July 29 - August 5 - Jake/Ezekiel
Week 6 - August 6-12 - Flynn/Ezekiel, Flynn/Cassandra, Flynn/Jake
Week 7 - August 13-19 - Cassandra/Eve, Jake/Eve, Ezekiel/Eve
Week 8 - August 20 - 26 - Flynn/Moriarty
Week 9 - August 27 - September 2 - Cassandra/Ezekiel
Week 10 - September 3 - 9 - Jake/Cassandra/Ezekiel
Fun fact: My older sister and Cr1tikal were part of the same graduating class at UT (2016). She bought the video of the graduation so I borrowed it from her to gif Cr1tikal walking across the stage. You’re welcome.
This is the greatest graduation of all time!
(I chose to censor his middle and last name to respect his choice to stay mostly anonymous online)
Got extra borax leftover from your last experiment making SLIME? Use it to grow your own crystals!
I was on vacation with my family last week, and decided to do this fun experiment. It turned out great! Definitely an activity kids should do with parental supervision, though—you’ll be using the stove quite a bit, and borax can be irritating.