#IT TURNED OUT SO GOOD URBAN AHHHH

[heavyhitterheaux]

Smoking On My Ex Pack

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yourinstagramname: happiest of birthdays to my love and my forever smoking partner urbanwyatt I love you even when you give me a headache 🥴🙃

urbandjackupdates: sis, delete this. he doesn't even claim you. you deserve better 😭

yourinstagramname: that's funny since he just got finished eating my ass like it was his last meal 🥴

druski2funny: I knew those damn twitter likes weren't far off

yourbestfriend: oh so you can smoke with the dude who looks like he could be a walking advertisement for head and shoulders with that long ass hair and not your best friend?

yourinstagramname: yourbestfriend your birthday was two weeks ago, please act accordingly. it's my favorite pisces turn

jackharlow: y/n, did you forget my gift? did it get lost in the mail? and the role of your favorite pisces is ME

yourinstagramname: jackharlow you got a nip slip from me once, that was one gift to last you a lifetime. don't ask me no more. and you iight, you not my favorite tho

cozane: 😭😭😭

jackharlow: yourinstagramname that's funny because you act like me and urb didn't share you that night but imma leave it alone

2forwoyne: I KNEW IT

urbanwyattsource: NOT THEM SHARING Y/N

yourbestfriend: urbanwyattupdates she likes all of her holes to be filled at the same time, urb in the back while she's riding jack lmao

urbandjackupdates: yourbestfriend but, one hole isn't spoken for?

yourbestfriend: urbandjackupdates yes it is, that was the night I sat on her face 🤭🤭🤭

druski2funny: yourbestfriend YALL HAD A FOURSOME AND I WASN'T INVITED, WHAT THE HELL?

urbanwyatt: all of yall talk too damn much 🙄

urbanwyatt: but I'd do it again too

druski2funny: urbanwyatt lemme watch next time

urbanwyatt: druski2funny no.

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urbanwyatt: best birthday gift that I could ever ask for. Love you baby 💕

urbandjackupdates: I never thought that I would see the got damn day. HE ACTUALLY POSTED HER 😭😭😭

yourbestfriend: lemme eat that ass

urbanwyatt: yourbestfriend back the fuck up, me first

yourinstagramname: urbanwyatt love you my urby

jackharlow: not yall fighting over who gets to eat her ass first, goodbye.

yourinstagramname: jackharlow you mad that you didn't get another nip slip? it can be arranged

urbanwyattupdates: Y/N IS FOR THE STREETS!!!!!

jackharlowsource: I mean I'm not mad at her, but how did she bag BOTH jack and urban? me when?!?

yourinstagramname: jackharlowsource this pussy got them in a trance oh and my throat game but I just bagged urban, yall can have the other one. but if I get tired of urban, I might have to switch

jackharlow: 👀

yourinstagramname: jackharlow don't start because I will call your ass out

jackharlow: yourinstagramname I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING

yourinstagramname: jackharlow is a liar yall. 'I don't cum from head, but you can try though' headass. I HAVE DEBUNKED THE MYTH. I TRIED AND SUCEEDED.

yourbestfriend: BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHH CITY GIRLS UP 1000!!!

urbanwyatt: yourinstagramname this was a post talking about I loved you and your ass just causes chaos underneath it 🙄😐

yourinstagramname: urbanwyatt I'll suck your dick to make up for it

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siennawatts: late birthday post for my baby daddy urbanwyatt 🥰

can't wait to meet this little girl we created and I hope you see many more birthdays. Love you 💕

druski2funny: ahhhh shit 👀

jackharlow: somebody better hide urbanwyatt from y/n because....

druski2funny: jackharlow ain't you his best friend!?!

jackharlow: druski2funny look y/n goes axe throwing and her aim is good. I don't want NO PARTS.

yourbestfriend: urbanwyatt ain't enough ass eating in the world you can do for her to forgive you for this

cozane: urbanwyatt SHOW YOURSELF

yourbestfriend: and jack is right about the axe throwing part, I almost got in the line of fire and she woulda knocked my head clean off

urbandjackupdates: Y/N! I TOLD YOU! STAND UP BITCH! STAND UP!

urbanwyattupdates: I mean at this point y/n needs jack to get her pregnant

jackharlow: urbanwyattupdates LEAVE ME OUTTA THIS, I'M NOT TRYING TO DIE! I JUST SAW 25 AND MESSING WITH YALL I WON'T SEE 26!

claybornharlow: jackharlow urbanwyatt I can take y/n off of both of your hands because when she sees this, she's coming for blood. jack you may not have had a hand in it, but since you're the best friend, you're guilty by association

Two weeks later, you heard the door to your apartment open and you had a vase in your hand ready to go to throw it at Urban's head. He had you fucked up and you couldn't believe he thought that he could get away with cheating on you.

You were hiding behind the couch and when you heard Urban's footsteps coming closer, you stood up and threw it at him.

"OH SHIT!" Urban exclaimed and jumped out of the way before it hit the wall.

"HOW FUCKING COULD YOU?! YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU DIDN'T TALK TO HER ANYMORE AND THAT I HAD NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT! YOU FUCKED THAT BITCH AND GOT HER PREGNANT?!"

"BABY, CALM DOWN!"

"NO!" You said looking around for something else to throw and your eyes landed on the lamp that Urban had gotten you from Australia and you made a beeline for it which ended in him ducking to try to not get hit.

It shattered against the wall behind him and all he did was look at you in disbelief.

"YOUR ASS IS CRAZY, STOP THROWING SHIT AT ME!"

"OH, I'M CRAZY NOW? YOUR ASS HASN'T SEEN ANYTHING YET!"

"BABY, JUST LET ME EXPLAIN!"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT. WHAT IS THERE TO EXPLAIN?! MAYBE I SHOULD FUCK JACK AND LET HIM GET ME PREGNANT AND YOU'LL SEE HOW IT FEELS!"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!"

"YOU FUCKING HEARD ME URBAN HENRY!"

"THE BABY ISN'T MINE AND YOU BETTER PUT THAT OTHER VASE DOWN!"

All you did was take a deep breath and slowly lowered it and Urban took this as an opportunity to snatch it away from you.

"She's doing this for attention because I haven't been texting or calling her back."

"Why does she still have your number is the question. If I talked to all of my exes, your ass would have a coronary."

"I- it wasn't the best idea."

"How am I supposed to know it's not yours?" You questioned while raising an eyebrow.

"Because I haven't slept with her since we started dating."

"Hmm, don't believe you."

"What is it going to take for you to believe me?! I only want you!"

"Even though it took you over a year and a half to fucking post me on social media, but the only one you want is me?! I fucking love you, but it only seems like you keep me around in order to keep your bed warm and at the end of the day, I don't mean as much to you as you say I do. I deserve better than that! I see the way you look at other girls when we go out and only pay attention to me when it's convenient for you."

"That... that's not true."

"You don't sound so sure, so until you are, get the fuck out of my apartment and out of my life. Find someone else to suck your dick as good as I do."

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yourinstagramname: I miss my old boo, but I ain't gonna tell him

jackharlow: 👀

jackharlow: I mean you could always call him....

yourinstagramname: jackharlow who said I was talking about urban?

jackharlow: yourinstagramname uh you did when you text me last night

yourbestfriend: well damn jack, just throw her under the bus

urbandjackupdates: not urban liking this pic, he got some nerve

druski2funny: has the baby been born yet?

urbanwyatt: druski2funny fuck off and y/n come on and answer your phone

yourinstagramname: urbanwyatt I don't speak to cheaters and I know you see what that cake says above. go be a daddy to that baby because you aren't mine anymore

cozane: y/n! lmaoooooooo

urbanwyattupdates: but can y/n really get mad? she fucked his best friend

yourinstagramname: urbanwyattupdates yes I can get mad because he approved of it and was there the entire time. I never homie hop without approval.

yourbestfriend: no the fuck she didn't lmaoooo CITY GIRLS UPPPPP!

yourinstagramname: selenosunni you up next my boy

urbandjackupdates: I AM FUCKING HOWLING AT Y/N! NOT HER TRYING TO FUCK SUNNI NEXT

selenosunni: wait, now why am I in it? 👀

yourinstagramname: urbandjackupdates and then it's cozane. trying to plow all through PG too by the end of the year. actually give me a month.

jackharlowupdates: WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING IN THESE COMMENTS?!

urbanwyatt: real mature of you 🙄 do me a favor and check your phone in five minutes

yourinstagramname: urbanwyatt sure I'll open it right after I open the dick pick that jackharlow sent me

jackharlow: NO I DIDN'T!

yourinstagramname: jackharlow love you my new boyfriend 😘

yourbestfriend: Y/N PLEASEEE STOP WITH THE VIOLENCE I AM SCREAMING 😭

yourinstagramname: yourbestfriend no. I like the new me who doesn't give a fuck because clearly my ex boyfriend didn't

You rolled your eyes as you went to open the text message that Urban had sent you. You hovered over it for a few minutes before finally deciding to click on it.

Urban- I admit, I did fuck her but it was only once. Let me make this up to you.

You wanted to stop reading right then and there, but you decided to keep going.

It was a DNA test.

And it was negative.

You- No thanks, I'll just fuck all your homies instead. City girls up 😘

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[harlowmembers]

My Airbender

Pairing:copelan x soft black reader

It was morning time you had just woke, “that party was fun” you said, you went turned over only to find the side empty next to you. You put in your slippers and walked downstairs and you seen cops and his friends,you walked up right behind him and gave him a little hug and kiss “Hey ma” he said “Ahhhh girl now that your up we can finally hang out” Neelam said you ran and hugged neelam it’s been quite some time sense you seen your best friend and then there was Jack,sunni, and druski which you all greeted each other, neelam went up to your room with you and she waited while you changed and you guys were talking about girl stuff for a while “Man your really soft for her huh”Druski said “What can I say she’s my baby girl” cope said “She got chu wrapped around her fingers huh “Jack and urban both said as the 4 were talking Neelam and you came downstairs “Where you 2 off to?” Cope said “we’re going to get out nails done we might even go to the mall” you said “Alright ma have fun and also Neelam keep an eye on her so she doesn’t go crazy” he said “Trust me I’ve seen her go crazy before and it doesn’t change have fun with your guy gibber jabber talk” Neelam said you guys left for a couple hours and Neelam decided to drop you off and go home herself. You unlocked the door and you were a little tired but you also smelled something and it smelled good, you went to go investigate the smell and ask you reached the kitchen you seen Cope making something he was making a homemade pizza. You came up behind him and hugged him and he turned around and kissed you “Hey smush” He said “what���s all of this?” You questioned “I wanted to stay in the rest of the day and watch some movies with you baby” he said You went up to your shared room and put on some comfy clothes and went back downstairs you found cope in the living room along with the delicious looking pizza you sat down next to him and grabbed a slice”mmmm..where did you learn how to make such good pizza” you mumbled “I taught myself cause that’s how I am” he said grabbing a slice he grabbed the remote and put on a movie and you both were cuddled on the couch for the next couple over hours eventually falling asleep together in each others arms

It was bothering me that there’s barely any copelan writing so I did a lil thing for him and next I might do Sunni to just might need an idea

[trekkingaroundasgard]

Five Star Reads from 2023:

The Georgina Kincaid Series by Richelle Mead Urban Fantasy. A Succubus who works in a bookshop (!) falls in love with her favourite author. But she can't be with him because even kissing him sucks the life force out of him. Honestly, I feel like you will LIVE for the connection between the two of them and the heat and all the almost moments, it's beautiful.

The Deep by Nick Cutter Horror. A plague called the 'Gets has claimed the world and a man receives a message from his brother who is researching a potential cure in an underwater research lab in the Mariana Trench. Heavy on body horror (this author has a thing about bugs I swear to god) but really atmospheric and I cried oh my gosh.

Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado Short story collection. This was so good I immediately bought her other book after reading this. A mix of urban legends and campfire stories all wrapped up with human sexuality and women's autonomy and it's just beautifully written.

Tender is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica Horror/Dystopian. A futuristic world where a virus has made all animal meat toxic. As a result, some humans have started to be bred as 'heads' for consumption. The main character works at an abattoir and is gifted a female 'head'. It's really fucked up and gory and at some points really touching and I did not see the ending coming.

My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell Literary Fiction A woman is approached by a journalist writing an expose on her former English teacher who's been accused of assaulting a former student and heard she was treated the same way. Only problem is, the MC believes it wasn't assault; it was love. A really interesting look at trauma and coming to terms with the reality of your past and while it shows aspects of the relationship it isn't overly explicit or romanticizing in regards to the sexual aspect.

A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers Literary Fiction/Horror. The story of a food critic who kills and eats her male lovers. Funny and clever and the main character is fucked up in such an entertaining way. It was just a super fun read for me and I don't know why I love cannibalism stories so much as a vegetarian.

Boy Parts by Eliza Clark Literary Fiction/Horror. A fetish photographer is offered an exhibition at a gallery, offering her an escape from her habitual use of drugs and booze. She becomes more self-destructive as she works on it, centered around her obsessive best friend and a shy man from her supermarket.

The Haar by David Sodergren Horror. An elderly woman's small home town is being bought out to be torn down and turned into a golf course. One day she finds a strange creature on the beach, and it repays her kindness in unexpected ways.

Happy reading, my love!

Thank you my love! I have added a good few onto my list!

Also, yay for Georgina Kincaid because I adore that series but haven't reread it in a while and definitely need to. It's the pining you know? The desperation and the ingenius ways that Seth comes up with for them to be together and then as the series goes on all the drama ahhhh yeah I love that series and think that Carter might be one of my favourite background characters ever?

[lcandothisallday]

ahhhh i got you. jack coming up with any excuse for you guys to spend more time together. like imagine you guys went out with you friend group and it was time to go but then jack will be like “can you go with me to this place” to you since he didn’t have that much time for you two to hang out

could be read as a stand alone but here is part 1 if you’d like some more context!

Different Light 2/2 - Jack Harlow x f!reader

Jack took Urban's advice and made his way to where you stood with the guy talking, immediately going in for a handshake. Almost in a way to assert dominance. "I'm Jack," he introduces, firmly grasping the guys hand. The guy glances quickly at you then looks at Jack's expression before he gets the hint, shoots a quick introduction back before he slips away.

"Thanks for that," you chuckle. "He kept whispering in my ear and wanting to go into the private room," you shudder, the thought disgusting you because frankly, he wasn't that cute at all and you just weren't interested.

Jack bites his lip and nods curtly. "Yeah no problem," he hums with a smile. "Gotta look out for you, mamas." You snort at the nickname and laugh softly before you take his hand and lead him to where your friend group stood mingling with one another. He would've much rather stood and talk to you only all night, but he knew it would look weird to the others and he didn't quite know if you felt the same about him just yet or not.

Your hand stayed entwined with his all night and it made Jack all soft. However, you did it with such a carefree attitude that it made him question if you did this casually with everyone. You probably did, he concluded.

Eventually the night came to an end and you found yourself saying good bye to a bunch of your friends, making the rounds with hugs before you strolled over to Jack. “Hey--think you can give me a drive home?” you ask him.

“Actually, I was thinking of staying out later...just you and me.”

You can’t help but grin at that suggestion, your arms looping around his. “What did you have in mind?”

Jack smiled at the gesture, wishing it was your fingers intertwined with his rather than the looped arms which felt very platonic. “Honestly...not sure. Just wanted to hang out with you a bit more,” he confessed, his cheeks heating up.

“Can I suggest something?” you ask timidly, having to crane your neck to look up at his face properly. Jack grinned as he nodded. “Yup. You know I’d do anything for you.”

“Since we’re in Louisville...I wanna try those shakes you keep talking about,” you hum, a playful smile on your lips. “Wanna see if they’re as ‘decadent’ as they claim,” you giggle, exaggerating the adjective.

Jack throws his head back in laughter. “You’re trouble, you know that?” he teased. You tsk, your own smile as playful as his. “Thought you said you wanted to hang out more? So let’s go,” you whine, taking his hand and beginning to lead him out of the venue.

You hop into the passengers seat, waiting for Jack to start the car before you turn to him. “Can I be on aux?” you ask cautiously because you just know he’s going to say no.

Jack scoffs, “hell no. You’re gonna start playing One Direction or some shit like that,” he stated matter of factly.

You feign offence, “and what about it?” you challenge. “Need I remind you Harry Styles owns the hearts of millions. Biggest pop star alive right now,” you muse, watching to see his reaction because he always was slightly jealous of that man and his sway on his female audience.

“I’m getting there,” he said confidently. “I own your heart don’t I? Shouldn’t that be enough?” he asked, testing the waters with such a bold statement.

You of course took it as a joke and laughed. That’s what your friendship was like. To others, it seemed like you two constantly flirted but you knew and assumed it meant nothing because at the end of the day, he had other women in his bed. And that was true. The flirting was nothing to Jack up until recently when he started seeing you in a different light. Getting butterflies in his stomach when around you and waking up hot and bothered with one too many dreams with you in it.

You giggle and nod as you leaned back in the seat. “Yeah. I guess you do. Must be witchcraft that’s keeping me so close to your annoying ass,” you joke, vying to see his reaction once more before laughing and kissing his cheek. “I’m just kidding. You know I can’t live without you right?” you mention.

Jack couldn’t help but grin at that, looking at you with an amused look. “Yeah?” he questioned, wanting your confirmation. “Yeah.” you say smiling back.

Finally, you two make it to the diner, stepping out of the car and beginning the trek across the parking. As you approached the building, you suddenly felt very overdressed for a diner in your heels and dress. Shivering from the cold breeze, you rub at your arms to soothe your goosebumps which Jack most definetly notices.

“You cold?” he asks, already shrugging off the coat he had on.

“A bit yeah,” you confess. “Didn’t think we’d be staying out later,” you chuckle, smiling as he draped his jacket over your shoulders, you taking the opportunity to slip your arms through the sleeves.

Jack had to hold back his very giddy smile seeing you in his jacket like that. It was much bigger and engulfed your frame but you looked so adorable. 

The chime of the bell once opening the door into the diner gave the place cute charm. Jack lead you to his favourite booth and the both of you slipped in and sat opposite each other. 

“I’m happy we get to do this,” you pipe up. “Sometimes I feel we never get a chance to hang out just us two together,” you say. His heart melted at you saying that, feeling like maybe there was a chance you felt the same about him. 

As he went to respond, the waitress came over and she beamed once seeing Jack. She was an older lady, having started worked there probably since Jack was in highschool.

“Jackman! I haven’t seen you around here in a while!” she exclaimed. He chuckled before he pointed to you. “She wanted to taste the shakes cause I’ve been mentioning em a lot,” he replied.

The waitress which you learned was named Jeanie from her name tag, turned to you and grinned. “They are as decadent as we claim,” she hummed, causing you laugh softly as she pulled out her notepad. 

“I think the last time Jack brought a girl here--he accidentally knocked his drink onto her,” she tsked, shaking her head teasingly. “Completely soaked the poor girl so be warned.”

You giggle and look at Jack, his cheeks going red as he groaned at the embarrassing memory. “Yeah yeah--y’all won't ever let me live that down huh?” he asked. “We’ll have the chocolate shake.”

Jeanie chuckles before she nods as she scribbles it down. “And some fries please!” you chime in.

“Comin’ right up, sweethearts.” Jeanie walks away and you turn back to look at Jack. “I love being in Louisville. Cause people are always exposing your ass,” you giggle, leaning your elbows on the table which inadvertently pushed against your chest, your breasts pushing together and giving him a great front row, eye level seat to your cleavage. 

He couldn’t tear his eyes away and he was beyond thankful that you got distracted by a notification on your phone. When you did put your phone down, he quickly looked away, clearing his throat and obviously pretending like he wasn’t just staring and getting bricked up.

“So...what ever happened with you and that girl last night?” you asked him.

Jack furrowed his brows in confusion. “Who?”

You spit out a laugh and look at him incredulously. “The girl you literally took home last night. Wasn’t her name Gina or something?”

“Oh...yeah--nothing ended up happening.”

You scoff and brush away a piece of lint off of your dress. “How come?” you ask.

“Just didn’t vibe with her,” he shrugged which caused you to laugh. “Since when does not vibing with a chick stop you from messing with her? I recall you saying once before ‘if she's hot, then nothin else matters’” you mock.

Jack rolled his eyes and sighed. “Since I couldn’t get it up,” he mumbled, his face going entirely red.

Your eyes widened and you were honestly at a loss for words. “Oh...”

“Yeah.”

“Well--you shouldn't feel bad about it. Shit happens,” you shrugged. “Could be for multiple reasons...I fake it with more than half the guys I’m with.”

Jack snorts and laughs, “I keep telling you, they’re not real men if they can’t make a girl come,” he muses cockily, you rolling your eyes as you also laugh. “And yet I give them a chance every time,” you say, sighing dramatically. “Speaking of...Pete asked me out you know?”

The disappointment that Jack felt hearing you say that was unlike anything he’s ever experienced before. He clenched his jaw momentarily before he tried to mask his jealousy. “And?” he asked. “What did you say?” he asked, really wanting to know.

You bite your lip as you begin to twist the rings on your fingers anxiously. “I told him I had to think about it. I think he’s cute and all but...I don’t know if I like him like that you know? Everyone’s telling me I should go for it though.”

Jack took in a breath as he leaned closer on the table. “What’s stoppin’ you?” he asked.

You pause for a moment, contemplating saying what you wanted to say. “I think it’s because—”

You get interrupted with Jeanie placing one chocolate shake between the both of you and a plate of fries. Jeanie walks away and you look at Jack with a soft laugh.

“I think she thinks we’re on a date,” you say shyly, pushing the shake towards him. “You can have it.”

Jack immediately shakes his head and pushes it back to you. “Nah. You’re the one that wanted to try it, ma.”

“We’ll share,” you hum, picking up two straws and sticking them in before you lean in to take a sip, giggling as Jack leans in too and dramatically stares into your eyes. It was such a cliché moment but it was fun to mess around with him like that.

“God—we’re really milking it huh?” you laugh, pulling away and wiping your mouth with a napkin. “It’s good though,” you hum in confirmation.

Jack grins as he nods, “told you,” he mused, popping a fry into his mouth. “Now what’s stopping you?” he asked, leaning back in his seat. “You never answered.”

You cheeks begin to heat up as you shrugged, picking up a fry and swooshing it around the plate. “Um...I think it’s because I’m in love with someone else?” you say, although even you don't sound convinced with your own reason. “I don’t know. It’s weird.”

Jack suddenly went quiet, getting lost in his own thoughts. You furrowed your brows and reached over to take his hand in yours. “What’s wrong?” you ask him. He tried to deny that there was something wrong and you only looked at him with a knowing expression. “C’mon J--I can tell when something’s on your mind. Tell me.”

“Y/N, I--” he sighed. You squeeze his hand encouragingly. 

“You what?” He shakes his head and you groan, getting up from your side of the booth and slipping in next to him, the proximity making him more nervous if possible.

Jack cleared his throat. “I don’t think you realize how important you are to me,” he starts. “You make me feel special,” he pauses, glancing at you and seeing that you were fully engaged and listening to him, a soft smile on your lips. It encouraged him to keep going, his hands reaching to hold yours. “And lately something’s changed...like every time I look at you I start to get flustered and nervous. I can’t get you out of my fucking head Y/N. And when I try...well...yesterday happened. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before and if the guy you’re in love with isn’t me then I genuinely don’t know what I’d fucking do because now its out there but I’d rather have your friendship than nothing at all.”

It was like in that moment, after he had confessed his love for you, did you have the courage to do what you did next. You softly cup his cheeks and lean in to press your lips to his.

Jack on the other hand, was shocked at first, but almost instantly welcomed it, kissing you back with a passion he’s never showed before.

Your eyes shut blissfully as you savoured your guys’ first kiss together, eventually pulling away when you were nearly desperate for a breath. Your forehead rested against his you giggled, trying to catch your breath.

“Of course it’s you, Jack,” you breath out, your lips ghosting over his. “Just didn’t know how to admit it without the possibility of losing you.”

Jack brought his hands up to push away the hair from your face, taking the lose strands and tucking it behind your ear. “Won’t ever lose me. I promise,” he reassured, giving your lips a peck.

You smile widely before you pull away slightly to look at him teasingly. “So, from my understanding…no other girl was getting you bricked up?” you tease.

Jack rolled his eyes and let out a laugh. “Only you, pretty girl.”

[pinkczennie]

Incubus | Ten (m)

Summary: According to urban myth, if you had sex in your dreams and it actually felt real, it means that negative entities are having sex with you while you sleep. You’re sex deprived, so a sex demon helps you with your little problem.

Pairings: incubus!Ten x female reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 4.1K

Disclaimer: This is just purely fiction and does not accurately represent how incubus’ work. Anyways, brb I think I need to go to church to purify my soul because this is just absolute smut.

Italics= inside the dreams

Quarantine has been rough for you. 

At first, you didn’t think this would be a problem, but now it’s starting to take a toll on you because you’re slowly starting to lose it. 

Because you are trying to follow quarantine guidelines and maintain as little physical interaction with others as much as possible in fear of contracting a deadly virus, you’ve become a little pent up. In other words, you haven’t been able to have sex in a while.

The last time you got intimate with another male was about almost a year ago. Who would have known this global pandemic situation would have happened because you took physical touch for granted. Had you known this was going to happen, you would have tried to fulfil your sexual needs when it was still socially acceptable to be around other people because you are just suffering at home right now. 

Sleeping around with other men right now would probably not be a safe idea, especially since you live with your parents and would not want to risk their health over your needs. Besides, your parents temporarily forbid you to see any friends or bring anyone over until the situation is over anyways. You don’t blame them, after all, who knows where other people have been and who they have interacted with, so it’s only safe for everyone in the house to restrict human interaction for a moment except with people living under the same roof.

You try to convince yourself that you can wait until the pandemic is over, but as the days go by and days turn into many months, you’re absolutely touch starved. To be more precise, you’re sexually frustrated. 

Masturbating has helped to a certain extent but it just wasn’t enough to satisfy you fully. You wanted to feel another man’s touch again.  

In fact, you were so sexually frustrated that you began to experience having sex dreams. 

The room was dark and it was empty except for your bed. You laid in bed on your back completely naked and your pussy was soaking wet as an attractive looking male hovers over you. You don’t recognize the man in front of you because it’s not a face you have seen in person before. 

He had raven-black hair that covered his forehead, cat-like eyes, and flawless skin. The first few buttons of his black dress shirt were unbuttoned, practically exposing his chest, and you spot the number 10 tattooed by his heart. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his wrists and his ears are covered in piercings. His pants were partially removed to only expose his dick and he rubs it against your slit, causing more wetness to secrete. 

“Ahhhh-” you let out a long moan as he suddenly enters you in one fluid thrust thanks to your slick.

The initial pain of his girth stretching around your tight walls soon turned into pleasure after you were able to adjust to his size. 

His hands were holding each side of your hips in place while his length begins to thrust into your heat. Your body feels hot and you became a whimpering mess as you allowed yourself to continue getting fucked in your dream, not from fear but from pleasure. 

You don’t even know who the male is that is currently fucking you but your mind is so clouded with lust that you don’t even care as long as you get to reach your climax. It feels so good, even if it is just in a dream, that you didn’t even last long because after a few seconds you could already feel that tight knot in your stomach ready to snap. 

After a few more thrusts, you both come undone and your body trembles at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you’ve been fucked and it feels amazing.

Soon, your mind slowly starts to wake up and your dream starts to slowly fade away. 

Once your mind slowly becomes conscious, you could feel your heart currently thumping wildly in your chest and you are panting lightly, so you keep your eyes closed for a moment as you try to come down from your high.

Your eyes flutter open as you lay there in your bed and stare at the ceiling as your vision becomes less blurry, feeling slightly disheveled and there is this weird sensation between your legs. You rub your fingers against your clothed core and you jolt because you could feel it throbbing with oversensitivity. 

Looks like you are going to have to change into a new pair of underwear because your current pair was completely damp from your little wet dream. 

It was so strange because the dream felt so real considering the state you woke up in. 

But lord, did it feel good. You felt somehow refreshed from getting some sort of action after many months, but also a little frustrated because it wasn’t enough and you wanted more. 

If only you could go back to your dream on command. Curse dreams for feeling like it only lasts for a few seconds even though hours have actually passed by. 

At first, you didn’t think much of it nor the male in your dream because it’s normal to have wet dreams occasionally...until it became a frequent occurrence.

The second time you had a sex dream was about a week later. 

Just like last time, it was dark and you couldn’t see anything, but you were on your bed again with your ass up and face down. 

You look behind your shoulder and you see him again, the same male from your previous sex dream in the exact same attire as well. This time, you can hear his sultry voice speaking. His voice was faint so you barely remember what his voice sounded like exactly, but you recall what he said:

“Are you ready?” he asks with a soothing tone.

“Yes,” you reply. 

You suck in a breath when you feel a wet tongue swipe across your folds. Your toes curl and you spread your legs further apart as the man continues to eat you out. His tongue felt amazing against your dripping hole as he shoves the wet muscle deeper inside of you. He sure knows how to work his tongue on you as he plunges it into the deepest part of your slick walls. 

You felt so filthy like this, completely exposed as an unknown male laps up your juices, but you could care less because you’re about to lose it when you feel two fingers rub against your clit. After all, this was just a dream. 

Again, as you cum, your mind begins to slowly awaken and your dream fades to nothing once again. 

This was your second wet dream in less than a month but having another sex dream should be nothing but a mere coincidence, you think to yourself. Right? 

That is until you had another one. The third time you had a sex dream happens a couple days later. 

Again, you see the same man but this time in a new position. He lays back comfortably on your bed while you hover over him, practically sitting naked on top of his dick sticking out of his pants.

“Ride me,” he commands as he strokes his hands on your thighs. 

You place both hands on his chest and lift yourself up so your slit is directly above his cock before slowly sinking down on his length. You both throw your heads back as a moan escapes both your lips. He is buried deep inside you and you feel stuffed to the brim from his inches. Your warm cavern is tightly snug around his length and you could feel his dick twitching inside of you. 

You begin to ride him at a slow pace before you pick up the pace and you’re in utter bliss when you find a steady rhythm to bounce on his cock. Your tits bounce as your body moves up and down.

The pattern repeats itself as you release around him. 

It happens again a fourth time and you swear you keep seeing the same man as before from your previous dreams. This is starting to become a strange recurring dream.

Another thing that all of those dreams had in common is that they all felt oddly real. You do wake up with your clothes from the night before still on and your body seems untouched when you look in the mirror but why do you feel so spent?

You think you’re just sex deprived, that’s all. Besides, dreams are just your inner desires so maybe that explains why you are having all these sex dreams. 

You don’t think it is necessary to see a doctor or a professional about your strange dreams considering it isn’t causing any harm to you, like sleep deprivation. 

That night, you are on a video call with your close group of friends, catching up on what all of them have been doing during quarantine because your electronics are the only forms of communication you have with other people. 

Eventually, you complain to them about the outrageous amounts of sex dreams you have been having lately and how the same man keeps appearing in those dreams. Sure, it’s normal to have dreams but when you have multiple sex dreams with the same male, it’s quite concerning. 

“That is weird,” your male friend ponders.

“Is he hot?” your female friend giggles.

“Gorgeous,” you dreamily sigh in content. Honestly, it’s what makes the dream that much more enjoyable. 

“I saw on Tik Tok, that if you have sex in your dreams and actually felt it, it means that a very negative entity called an incubus or succubus is stealing your sexual energy,” another friend informs the group. 

You start to wonder if that was the explanation behind all your sex dreams lately.

“If they want my sexual energy, then they can come and have it because they sure are making me feel good in my dreams.” you joke and your friends all laugh. 

Afterwards, the conversation drifts onto a different topic. 

Little did you know that a negative entity was listening to you this whole time and his lips curled up into a sinister smile at your invitation. Looks like he will be seeing you again real soon once you have drifted off to slumber. 

After your video call with your friends ended, you decide it was time to head to bed since it’s getting pretty late. 

You didn’t have any dreams at all that day, until the day after.

Your dream was unusual today because you’re not in the middle of sex for once. You’re just standing in a dark room still fully clothed in your pajamas. It was still dark and there wasn’t anyone else in there with you, until suddenly, you see a figure emerge from the darkness approaching towards you. 

It’s him again.

This was the man, or more like being, that has been the source of your pleasure, the exact same man that you’ve been seeing in your sex dreams, so now that he stands before you, you can’t help but stare. 

The male’s sharp gaze sent chills down your spine but butterflies in your stomach as well because he is intimidatingly attractive. There was a dark aura surrounding him, yet you couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes. His hands rest in his pants pockets and one side of his lips curl up into a sinister grin. He stops walking forward when he’s about a foot away from you. 

“Hello, little one, it’s so nice to formally meet you,” the man greets.

You think you’re lucid dreaming because, for some reason, you feel yourself being able to control yourself in the dream as if you were conscious, so you decide to ask him a question that has been on your mind lately. 

“Who are you?” you ask him.

“You can call me Ten,” he responds. 

Your brows furrow as you try to rack your brain for any recollection of a man named Ten but nothing comes to mind. Maybe it’s a nickname he goes by?

“Do I know you?” you wonder.

“Not really, but we will be seeing each other much more often from now on.”

A chill runs down your spine at his seemingly threatening statement. What does he mean by seeing each other more often from now on?

“Am I still dreaming?” you ask yourself in a hushed tone.

“You are, technically,” he states with a slight tilt of his head. “Let’s just say we are both in your mind right now.”

“And why do I keep seeing you in my dreams?” You cross your arms over your chest. 

Ten smirks, “That’s because I have the ability to enter your dreams.”

What? How is that even humanly possible to enter someone else’s dreams? Unless...he’s not human. 

“Who-what are you?” you nervously question as you take one step back. You feel your heel come into contact with something behind you when you took a step back but you did not turn around to look in fear of Ten doing something to you once you have your guard down. 

“I’m an incubus.” he announces. 

Your eyes widen like saucers at him. He’s an incubus? 

You have a vague knowledge about incubus’, but you know one thing for sure is that they are sex demons. That would explain how he has the ability to enter your dreams and the eerie atmosphere around him. 

Despite the daunting feeling surrounding him, his appearance does not seem like what you would picture an incubus to look like. You were expecting some horns on his head and maybe some wings, but that’s just what you assumed based on nonfiction novels and interpretations from movies depicting demons.

“You don’t look like an incubus to me,” you raise an eyebrow at him as you eye his human body up and down. You’re not sure if he is just playing around or being truthful.

“Oh, you do not want to see my demon form. Trust me,” he warns. “We have the ability to alter our appearance to take on different forms that our partners would be attracted to.” 

You raise your eyebrow at him but take his word for it. After all, who knows what he would look like in his true form. 

Besides, he does look absolutely captivating in his current form that you would ogle over him if you could. You’re not sure how Ten knew what attributes you were attracted to, but you assume it’s probably his demon powers, you conclude since he can shape shift, that gives him the ability to access this knowledge of yours. 

Now the bigger question is what does he want with you? Did you accidentally summon a supernatural entity without your knowledge? You don’t remember doing anything out of the ordinary so you don’t know why he is here and what his purpose is with you. 

“Are you going to kill me?” you ask. 

“Oh, no no no, I have no desire to kill you. You see, as a sex demon, I thrive by consuming sexual energy from human beings in their sleep,” he elaborates. “And you, little one, you’re so sex-deprived that any sex demon could smell you from a mile radius,” he jokes with a chuckle, “You might as well have ‘fuck me’ labeled on your forehead.” 

Because you are not that knowledgeable about incubus’ and succubus’, you didn’t know being sex-deprived could release a smell that could attract sex demons. 

“There are more sex demons?” you curiously ask.

“Of course. There are practically hundreds of them on Earth. I’m the tenth one in existence.” Ten gestures to the mark on his chest, the number 10. And here you were thinking it was a tattoo.

“Why are you telling me all this?” you wonder.

Ten casually shrugs. “I know you’re probably curious as to why you keep seeing me in your dreams. Besides, people might just think you’re crazy if you go around saying an incubus is haunting your dreams, so I’m not worried about you exposing me. But if you do try to do anything against me, just know I have the ability to erase your memories of your dreams.” He brings his hand up to present him in a ready position to snap his fingers. “Understood?”

You hesitantly nod in understanding.

“So, how are you going to take my ‘sexual energy’?” you ask, putting quotation marks around sexual energy since you can’t see it but apparently he wants it from you.

The demon’s eyes glow a crimson red before he opens his mouth and says, “By fucking you.” 

Your eyes widen from the sudden change of colors in his irises, but then you feel pink tint your cheeks at his bold statement. 

“W-what?” you squeak out.

“You want to have sex and I want your sexual energy. I can satisfy that desire for you but I get to take your sexual energy. Sounds like a win-win situation to me. Besides, didn’t you say to your friends that one night that I can take your sexual energy since I make you feel good?”

You did. 

Ten was staring deeply into your eyes with such intensity that you feel like a defenseless rabbit about to be eaten by a starving wolf. You gulp and sink under his devouring gaze as you feel wetness slowly pooling in your panties. Why were you actually getting turned on from this?

“There is sooo much desire and arousal radiating off of you. It’s so intoxicating. So delicious,” the demon says, stretching out the word ‘so’. His tone is dripping with want and he licks his lips to emphasize his hunger for you as he stares into your eyes.

“What do you say?” he asks with a raised brow.

You don’t know what possessed your body at that moment but you actually nod, accepting his proposal and he smiles wickedly. 

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you are willing to obey to his commands even though a logical person would probably run or scream at the presence of an evil entity. But your brain does not even register anything other than your lustful desire for Ten.  

You gasp when he backs you up and you trip backwards into the bed where the demon’s body hovers over you as you lay under him.

Ten brings one hand to a breast where your nipples are erect and protruding against your thin pajama shirt. You whimper when you feel his fingers brush against your nub. 

With a snap of his fingers, your clothes suddenly disappeared. He licks a stripe up your neck, next your collarbone, and then the valley between your breasts, causing goosebumps to form all over your body as his wet tongue swipes against your skin as if he’s trying to taste you. 

You bite your bottom lip when he rubs two fingers against your folds. 

“Holy shit, I barely touched you and you’re already this wet for me? How dirty” he smirks and he’s not wrong. 

Maybe he was using some sort of spell or had the ability to hypnotize you, because you want him so badly right now. 

He latches his mouth onto your nipple to suck on it and shoves two fingers past your folds, causing you to elicit a string of moans at the sudden intrusion. You grip onto the blanket when he inserts his digits in and out of you, hearing the squelching noises your pussy was making. Then, he begins to release his cock using his free hand from the confines of his pants and he pumps it a few times in his hand before positioning it at your entrance.

“W-wait, shouldn’t you put on a condom or something?” you panic.

“Relax, you won’t get pregnant if I cum inside of you.” he states. “I’m a sex demon, I can’t reproduce. Besides, I’ve already come inside you multiple times before.”

“I thought it was just a dream,” you mutter, embarrassed.

“We’ll then, let’s pretend like it is a dream and not worry about the consequences of your actions in your dreams,” he suggests.

Ten removes his fingers from inside of you and replaces it with his length.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you,” he growls. 

He pushes through your folds and you practically mewl at the penetration. Your nails practically dig into the blankets as he completely bottoms out inside of you. Once you were adjusted to his size, he starts his thrusts off slow but hard. As soon as you tell Ten to go faster, he practically pounds into you without any mercy and you gasp. He throws your legs over his shoulder to reach a deeper angle and it sends you over the edge.

“Yes, feels so good-ah,” you chant as he continues to pound into your throbbing pussy with his harsh pace.

Ten is hitting the deepest parts of you and you’re a moaning mess when the pace becomes faster and faster. The unknown male hits your g spot and a rush of pleasure courses through your body as you make sure he continues to abuse that particular spot.

“There! Oh fuck-” you practically scream.

This is wrong on so many levels because you are literally having sexual intercourse with a demon, yet why does it feel so incredibly good? You feel like you’re committing some kind of sin being so intimate with what is supposed to be a negative entity, but your mind is too preoccupied with lust to even comprehend that rational thought.  

You chant Ten’s name like a mantra as you near your orgasm which only fuels said man’s ego because he knows no one will ever fuck you as good as he does.

“That’s right, baby. That’s right,” he grunts as he feeds off your pleasure. The more intense the sex is and the closer you get to your orgasm, the more sexual energy you release.

You feel his thrusts becoming harsher and his grip is leaving crescent-shaped marks and bruises on your thighs but you are too focused on chasing your own high to notice he is slowly becoming stronger and stronger from taking in your overwhelming amount of sexual energy. 

In fact, you think his cock is actually getting bigger inside of you too but that thought is cut short when he suddenly slaps your ass cheek, causing you to yelp at the pain as the sound echoes the room.  

Ten laughs at your reaction as he continues to ram inside of you at an inhumane pace and all you two can hear are the sounds of moans, bed creaking, and skin slapping against skin. 

Your walls start to clench erratically around his length because you’re close. So fucking close. 

Ten is close too because his breathing becomes harsher and his thrusts are becoming more uneven.

“Cumming. Ten. I’m cumming.” You announce. 

Soon, you release a silent scream as you come undone and climax around his cock. Ten groans and soon comes afterwards, spilling his cum deep inside of you and painting your walls white. 

Both of you just stay in your positions trying to catch your breaths while Ten is still inside of you. You are both covered in a light layer of sweat from your little activity and the place reeks of sex.

Soon, Ten pulls out of your abused hole and his seeds slowly leak out of your abused cunt.

Ten snaps his fingers and next thing you know you’re fully clothed and the mess he released inside you was gone, like nothing ever happened. Ten was fully dressed again, minus the two undone buttons, and the sweat from his body was gone.  

“I’ll come back for you, little one,” he whispers and winks at you.

Suddenly, your alarm rings and you jolt awake. You look around your room, but nobody was in there except you. Then you look down to see you were still in your pajamas. 

You sit up from your bed and rush over to examine your appearance in the closet mirror but nothing looks out of the ordinary, just some bed hair but that’s about it. After examining your entire body but finding nothing, you crawl back to bed and begin to think of Ten and his words.

I’ll come back for you, little one.

“Wow,” you whisper in a daze. 

Was that all real or just an intense dream? Honestly, you couldn’t believe it because it felt like a straight up fantasy. 

Having sex with an incubus was on a whole new level of euphoria. But then again, they are sex demons for a reason. So many dirty thoughts are running through your head as you fantasize over Ten. 

Regardless of whether Ten really was an incubus having sex with you to steal your energy or just a dream, you couldn’t wait to see him in your dreams again to satisfy your fantasies.

[binniesthighs]

call me babydoll | reader x chan

a/n: ahhhhh holy holy heck this chapter is SO DAMN EXCITING hehehe I had sosososo much writing and doing all the research!! please let me know if there is anything factual/cultural that I need to fix! I tried the best I could although I most def am not an expert in Egyptian culture so I appreciate it a lot :) hehe i hope ya have fun reading this chapter teehee oh! also I love hearing what you thought of it too! :D 

Four 

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan 

Genre: action, mystery and suspense, fluff, smut, angst 

Tags: (of this part) bodyguard au, secret agent au, royal au, moderndayprince!chan, secretagent!reader, secretagent!jeongin, secretagent!jisung, collegestudent!seungmin, royal!minho, skz side characters, adventure and mystery, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, sexual tension, explicit language, several mentions of food and alcohol as well as getting tipsy/drunk that good, good making out, suggestive themes

CWs: mentions of guns, mentions of knives, themes of jealousy (expressed by the reader) 

Word count: 7.5k

Parts 

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE 

“Well, we’re in Cairo alright.” 

Two tugged the amazed young stow-away-student, Seungmin, by the hand of his backpack to keep him from running into one of the palm tree planters decorating the terminal. The young man had nearly slept the whole flight due to the length as well as the exasperation that he had just been through. While his eyes were still darkened from his nap, his glossy pupils still wondered all around him. 

“I take it back. I’m so glad that I almost died so I could end up here with you guys.” 

Jeongin slapped him from the backside of his head. “Never be thankful for almost dying. Life is a lot more fucking fragile than you think. This isn’t just some joyride--” 

“--Ease up F.” You interrupted your partner as you shouldered your bag. The kid had already been through enough already: he didn’t need accosting on top of it all. 

The dashing prince sighed out and stretched his arms. “Ahhhh Cairo. It’s been a while; too long actually.” 

The airport was humid: the kind of sticky warmth that dripped down your neck in a matter of seconds to then get caught above your lip. It wasn’t much help to the anxiety that already had seeped into your veins. The closer you got to a gun the more comfortable you would be. You and the other two guards created a formation around the prince with two in the front and the other in the flank. While each of you were dressed in regular street clothes, your responsibility of his detail still hung over your head with a severe air. 

Chan threw his arm over the young student with an obscene grin. His hair had become a little disheveled from the plane seat and his hoodie, but he didn’t appear to mind. Seeing him so normal was somewhat of an odd change to your previous unbreakable impression of him. 

“Seungmin my friend, you’ve never lived until you’ve been to Cairo. I’ve never seen another place so enriched in history in my whole life...it puts my kingdom to shame. It’s almost like...you can just feel the time here: hundreds of thousands of years...beauty, art, food, industry...I’ve got a thing or two to learn.” 

Seungmin nodded at the prince’s grandiose gestures in the terminal with an enamored smile. “I can’t wait to see it!” 

Your partner put a firm hand on the prince’s back to guide him to the baggage claim. “We won’t be here for long, so, don’t get too excited. We’ve come here for one reason and we shouldn’t dally otherwise.” 

The young boy appeared to frown, and Two bit his lip with a little chuckle. “Way to crush the kids dreams F.” 

“You know the mission, J.” Jeongin gritted his teeth with the words. “Everything is set, there will be a car waiting for us in the garage, and at the hotel we’ll have anything we need.” 

Prince Chan lulled his head back with heels clicking on the flooring. Rogue strands of his hair hung over his sunglasses where he threw a look back at you while pulling them down. 

“Don’t forget our little deal Bee? We’ll have time for a little pleasure.” 

The white haired agent rolled his eyes with gusto then adjusted the royal’s glasses over his face. “We’ve still got to be careful, you Highness. We never know where they could have eyes.” 

“I know where I’ve got mine...” He turned back once more to throw his cockiness in your general direction. 

“Listen to F, your Highness...if you want to live.” 

“Oooo. Feisty as ever, Bee. I love it when you bite back.” Chan turned to his new pet, Seungmin, “She’s really something isn’t she?”

The young man nodded, but not necessarily because he agreed, but it just seemed like it better to agree with a prince than to disagree with him. 

The air appeared to turn even thicker in the summery and arid city and your group approached the parking lot half shaded. Outside of the cement lot, iridescent waves of heat wiggled on the horizon, and further, the astonishing urban sprawl of Cairo, and just over it, the stretch of the Nile and Giza. Palms and other varieties of plants spotted the landscape and above it all, a perfectly crystal blue sky streaked with thin clouds. Had the circumstances been different, you really would have wished to have been there for pleasure. 

“This one. Right here.” Jeongin announced upon spotting the black armored sedan. It wasn’t the most inconspicuous vehicle, but you were prioritizing safety over aesthetics. Your partner touched his index fingerprint to the car door’s invisible panel, and it flashed blue just as the lock had at the safehouse with the ticking clock insignia. 

Two whipped his head around to make one last check of the surroundings before taking off his sunglasses and reddened eye. “Get in. Both of you.” He urged the prince and the student. He popped the drivers side open to find a different pair of glasses in the storage compartment: gold framed aviators. 

“Huh,” He said happily while putting them on. “This is more my style.” He rummaged around a bit more to find a new pair of black framed glasses there too. “Fox! Think fast!” He threw them over to your partner who sighed out with relief. 

“Thank god.” 

The trunk opened with a mechanical sounding creek, and you lifted up the trunk bed to find your whole arsenal: Heckler & Koch MP5′s submachines, Remington 870 shotguns, and Glocks complete with thigh holsters. Among the pile of metal, various knives and other weapons were held in foam holders. 

“They’ve got knives back there?” Two asked while pulling the rearview mirror to see. 

“Oh yeah. What? You more of a knife guy?” You teased while looping your thigh holster over your cargo pants. It fit just right. 

The illusive man popped his gum with a shiny smile. “‘Don’t ever have to reload them...that’s what I’m saying.” 

“Thank you Carroll.” Jeongin sighed upon seeing the thick laptop among the weapons. “Finally I can do some real work. That kid’s damn Chromebook was killing me. I nearly short circuited it trying to connect to our network.” 

“You what?!” Seungmin was suddenly much more interested. 

“Dont worry yourself too much, its still fine.” 

“Are there cameras in here?” You quickly asked your partner. 

“Agency should’ve fried them a long time ago. Why?” 

From the trunk bed you sized up the Glock to feel its weight and how cool it settled into your sweating hand. You unloaded the magazine to see that it had already been filled. 

“Carroll. She really is too kind to us.” You slid the magazine back in then, pulled back the slider to lock it once more, catching Chan’s adoring glance. 

“Something interesting pretty boy?” 

The prince appeared to shiver a little, but brushed it off sighing, “Oh, nothing.” 

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Either it was Carroll or the King, but someone had spared no expense on the young prince. The sun set upon the sparking Nile where you had arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel Cairo at Nile Plaza. 

Anything for His Royal Highness The Prince. 

The towering and gleaming building was a sight to behold in and of itself. It was nestled right into the riverside anchored with several leisurely sailboats bopping in the evening breeze. As day crept into night, the city grew with a swell of lights washing as far as you could see. Extensive bridges and roadways glowed with headlights and every building appeared to be illuminated along with more boats strolling down the river in a rainbow of colors and music. 

The prince craned his head as close to the window as he could and rubbed together his hands excitedly. He looked from you to your partners, finally making a disapproving scoff. 

“Come on. You’re not just a little excited to be here?” 

“We’re here on business, how many times do we have to explain?” Jeongin typed away at his computer from the front seat. 

“Bee?” He looked back to you with a hopeful little glint to his eye. 

“Like Fox said...tomorrow is our appointment with White Rabbit, then we’re on the first flight back home for you.” 

The young prince frowned, but this quickly faded once he had seen the golden brass doors to the magnificent hotel. Seeing the state that the four of you were in, it was a bit comical that you had rolled up to a place such as this. Immediately a valet and bellhop jogged up to the car wearing perfectly pressed uniforms and spotless shined shoes. Little did they know you had no belongings to your name...the rest was waiting in your suite: the royal kind. 

Seungmin cranked his neck to take in the scale of the building in all of it’s regal glory and let out an airy laugh his with his backpack straps snapped tight. 

“Holy shit.” He exclaimed with a giant smile 

Two rose a “no thank you” hand to the valet, and asked him where the garage was in perfect Arabic. The gesture surprised you...as many things did with that man. Jeongin gave a little nod in appreciation to the bellhop and expressed with his own broken version of Arabic that you group had no luggage. The young man was confused, but still gladly took the bills that Jeongin had slipped into his hand for the inconvenience. 

“We’re staying here?” Seungmin wondered while he followed you in. 

“When you travel with The Prince, it comes with some perks.” Chan tore off his glasses with a particularly prideful grin. 

“I feel like I need to pay for just...breathing in here.” 

Indeed, it was a luxurious and grand place. The atrium was patterned with various plush lounge chairs and benches and the path was made of emerald green marble tiles with swirling designs of beige loops. Thick, round columns also supported the ceilings in the lobby, and crystal glass chandeliers sparkled. On several tables, massive floral arrangements had been freshly placed, and you wondered how much the hotel must've paid for them to look that good just to have them replaced the next day. 

A couple formalities were exchanged with the worker at the front desk, and soon the keycards to the royal suite were placed into your hands. Seungmin held his piece of plastic as if it were a gold bar in his hands whereas Chan shoved it right into his front pocket. 

“Everything that we should need should be up in the room.” You told the group who were too distracted to hear what you had just said. 

Just before you had entered the elevator, a tug at your sleeve stopped you in your tracks. Jeongin pulled you back, nodding at Two to go with the others up first. 

“Remember what we talked about before?” He muttered in the hollow and stone corridor. “About the prince?” 

“I need to stay beside him?” 

Your partner nodded with a furrowing brow. “We’re out in the open here, it’s a big city...anyone could be watching us. No distractions, no messing around, no anything. We see White Rabbit and we leave. Hell, I’m even inclined to make sure he doesn’t leave the room...” 

“Jeongin...” You squeezed your partner’s shoulder which felt stringy and tense under your fingertips. “I got it. Trust me. He won’t leave my sight. I promise.” 

“..Okay.” He said with a nervous brush to his hair, then he pressed the elevator button with his knuckle. 

“You...okay?” 

The young man appeared to snap out of a trance. “What? ...Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? I’m keeping it together fine. It’s just...there’s a lot riding on this mission. I don’t...” 

The gold and reflective elevator dinged to the ground floor. 

“We can’t disappoint Carroll with this one. There’s too much riding on it...I can’t disappoint Carroll.”      

You invited your partner into the marbled and mirrored interior of the small space. 

“Don’t worry, we won’t.”

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 Even without the help of his royal helpers, Chan managed to clean himself up nice...provided, only the finest clothes had been sent for him to wear. While they weren’t the usual designer labels that he was used to, it was clear that they had been picked out from the finest markets and boutiques in the area. Chan, as he always was, was a prince to the full extent of the word. After a shower and some perfume to his chest, he was the same man that you had been introduced to. 

A loose linen shirt swayed from his frame with little regard for the usage of buttons. He wore slacks that had been pressed made of a kind of fabric that you had never seen before, but looked airy and comfortable. As always, there was a small assortment of shoes for him to choose from as well. He picked brown leather loafers, then tucked up his sleeves to reveal his arms; scratched as they were, but still strong and spiderwebbed with thick veins. 

Arrangements had been made for you to share one of the bedrooms with him--as much as you had fought it at first. Chan was thrilled with the idea, and gladly let you settle into his room with your small assortment of sidepieces and modest set of clothes by regulation of The Agency. While it had mostly been denim button downs and several kinds of functional trousers, they had sent an evening gown. 

The silky white fabric was not unlike the dress that had worn for the gala, but it appeared to be even more sultry once you held it to your frame. The thin spaghetti straps barely held to your shoulders and the back dipped nearly halfway down your back. 

Knowing the man that you had an appointment with, you figured the dress would make it just a little bit easier to talk to him. Along with it, there was a matching set of diamond earrings and a necklace that glinted with the same sheen of the sea. 

“You’ll look gorgeous in that.” Chan said while slipping on a wristwatch. “I’m sure that it will suit you perfectly.” 

The wooden bedside nightstand creaked when you put your holster and Glock in with a matching matte black knife. You had to be careful with that one, as it had nearly cut your finger upon inspection earlier.         

“Hm. I think the both of us know that you’d prefer it on these lovely marble floors rather than on me. Correct?” 

The confident prince strode across the room in the dim lighting of a couple lamps with stained glass shades. Outside of the balcony attached to your room, the sheer curtains blew in the night air and distorted the city lights across the river. Further, Cairo Tower surged with a pink light wrapping around the length were the cylinder pierced the sky. 

“Maybe.” He tutted, then crinkled the king-sized bed where he sat. The prince’s disposition was alluring, there was no denying. He tiled his head to inspect you further, jaw clenching with a sharp angle and a testing glare to his brown pupils. The man smiled slightly while rubbing his index and ring finger down the sleeve of your considerably less scratchy blouse. 

“I hope that during our time here Bee, I’ll get to know you a little better. I’m...really looking forward to our drink later. I made reservations for us.” 

“Reservations? When did you do that?” 

“Oh. When you were showering.” He smirked at his sneaky plans unbeknownst to you. 

“If you think that I’m letting you go anywhere else besides this hotel--” 

“--Bee?” The young royal grew quieter, softer, careful even. His hand cascaded from your arm down to your waist where he tentatively went to grab at your hip and squeeze lightly there. 

While your first reaction was to swat him away, your second crept up on you unexpectedly, and swelled with a kind of confused euphoria feeling the pressure of him on your body. You let his hand linger there, thumb pressed into your hipbone. 

“You don’t need that dress to be beautiful.” 

His words snapped you back; sickly sweet, and sticky in your chest. You cast his hand off of you. 

“You’re crossing the line, your Highness. Don’t...don’t touch me again.” 

The royal sighed as he rose, then inspected his face in the sizeable mirror. Each of his cuts and scars had been skillfully covered with makeup the best he could manage.  

“Bee, I’d cross multiple lines for you. I thought you knew?”    

“THIS BED IS FUCKIN’ AMAZING!!” Seungmin called from the opposite of the suite. 

The prince smiled, then followed you to the door. 

“I’ve already got enough on my hands, your Highness. I ask that you not distract me.” 

“Distract you?” 

As soon as you had said it, regret bit at the tips of your ears. You couldn’t meet his teasing glances, but rather slid one of your more discrete sidepieces into your crossbody bag--as if guns as such could be such a thing. 

“I-I...I’ll sleep on the couch.” You then resolved out loud, however the prince chuckled at your sudden break. 

“As you wish Bee.” 

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“I think that this is the best meal that I’ve ever eaten in my entire life!!” 

Seungmin kicked his legs under the table to the embarrassed glances of both Jeongin and Chan. Before you, the prince had ordered a variety of both cold and hot mezzah dishes with a couple main entrees for you to share. While he was the only one to drink, he indulged in the most expensive wine that the hotel had to offer. Granted, everything would be paid for in cash from The Agency, however the Prince swore up and down that anyone could order anything that they wanted and that The Agency would be paid back in full. You and your partners ate modestly, however the young student didn’t hold back. As the boy shoved his face, it appeared to make the prince happy to see him eating so well. 

You were still an odd group, and garnered curious glances from other restaurant guests. While they were only glances in passing, they still didn’t make you feel any better. You had already drawn enough attention to yourself with you being an odd mix of foreigners who each held themselves differently. You could sense that you partner felt it too while he sipped at his seasonal soup with eyes up to scan the room as he did so. 

Chan threw his arm behind your chair to take in the rest of the room: perfectly decorated with jade green chandeliers and perfectly symmetrical wallpaper and furnishings. It was as if he felt somehow content with your strange little group; like he was the ringleader of it all or some king of the round table. For a moment, he paused to watch the way that the boats passed by on the river from the window nearest to him and sighed. Knowing him, he was probably enjoying running for his life in this way. 

Two cleared his throat and unbuttoned his fashionable suit jacket as the waiters came to clear the table for dessert. 

“So. What are the specs for tomorrow?” 

Jeongin fiddled with his glasses, then dabbed away at the corners of his mouth. “He’s invited us to come around 11pm. He wants us to dress up too--as I’m sure you’ve all seen the clothes that have been provided for us. He apparently loves his formalities, but, anything to make him feel more comfortable I suppose. His men will meet us in the front and take us to him, then we try our best not to fuck it up.”

“--Which we won’t.” You soothed your partner. 

Seungmin perked up, “I’m coming too?” 

“How else are we going to look after ya, kid?” Two ruffled up the young man’s hair. 

“W-wait. Didn’t you say that it’s a club? Will they even let me in? I’m not like, 21 yet? I mean, I will be in a couple months--” 

“--Ahhh you’re so cute.” Chan beamed. “If you’re rolling with us that doesn’t matter.” 

Seungmin blushed and played with the condensation of his water glass. “Oh.” 

Your partner shifted in his seat. “Speaking of. Considering that you’re “one of us” now. We need to discuss something important with you. Your identity.” He looked over to you to finish the rest of the speech that had been pushed off for just a bit too long. 

“Your name...is your most valuable asset. It’s the only thing about yourself that you can keep for yourself. No one else should know it besides you...and, well, us. If they know your name, they know your family, they know where you live, where you go to school, even that girl that you had a crush on in the fourth grade. Got it?” 

Seungmin gulped dry with blown out eyes. “I-I think that I understand.” 

“What do you want us to call you from now on?” 

He paused, considering towards the ceiling. ”Well...if you’re B, and he’s F...and he’s J...I could be S? Simple enough right?” 

“S it is then.” 

The waiters arrived with every dessert possible: chocolate cake, Crème Brule, fruit cheesecake garnished with mint, as well as traditional desserts like Om Ali and Mehalabiya--a type of milk pudding dressed with delicate, pink, edible flowers. 

Seungmin--now dubbed S--made happy little eating sounds while he tried a little bit of everything. 

“Thank you.” You finally spoke to the prince, who now smelled strongly of Lotus and Jasmine. 

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind treating my friends.” 

The word hung in the air, and you didn’t quite know what to do with it. 

Friends. 

“Where is this reservation that you mentioned?” 

He took a swing from his crystal glass with finesse. “Hm. That’s for me to know and you to find out.” 

“Jeongin told me that I need to keep an eye on you, you know that? It would be best if we didn’t leave the hotel at all--” 

“--But what would be the fun in that?” The prince nearly pouted. 

From the others side of the table, Two in his aviators brushed off his lap before standing. “I’m going to get some sleep, if that’s alright with you? I’m feeling pretty jetlagged and I want to be prepared for tomorrow. Excuse me.” 

The slender man bowed to you at the table, then even deeper to the prince. 

“What was that about?” Jeongin muttered while he poked at the thin caramel layer of his French dessert. 

“Actually, I think I want to head to bed too, I’m stuffed.” Seungmin rubbed his belly in his contentment. “Also...I think I might have homework due...heh. I don’t know...I’ve got to figure out all these all these time differences and stuff.” He pushed in his chair then gave the prince a deep bow. “Thank you, your Highness.” 

“My pleasure.” Chan said with a tiny bow back. “Rest up, kid.” 

With the empty holes at the table, the silence was deafening. 

“And then there were three.” Jeongin yawned. “Bee? Wanna do some laps in the morning? I saw that they had a pool? Wanna see if you can beat my record...again?” 

“Psh. I was coming off that biochemical cocktail the last time we tired. You had an advantage.” 

“Then you’ll beat me? Hm! I look forward to that.” Your adorable partner flashed the first smile that you’d seen in a couple days. You missed it, you realized. 

“Sleep tight Bee. Goodnight your Highness.” 

“Thank you Fox.” The prince mirrored his warm smile. 

Knives and forks clinked on china in the dining room, and music softly payed the soundtrack of the evening. A low hum filled the space where the tourists and patrons chatted among themselves. It was peaceful and normal amidst everything that had been pricking your skin and plaguing worry over your mind. The prince merely sighed, sparking eyes reflecting the candles dying out on the table. 

“And now it’s just the two of us.” 

“Seems like it.” 

“Can I whisk you away now?” 

“Whisk? Who said that I would allow any whisking?” 

“Come on...Bee. Just this one time? I promise to be on my best behavior.” 

You laughed out incredulously at the comment. “You out of all people can’t promise something like that.” 

“I guess you’re right about that. But...still, I won’t try to make a scene or anything.” 

The royal placed his napkin on the table with his knife and fork respectfully tilted off the edge of his plate. 

“Follow me?” 

Chan held out his hand. It was pink with heat and scraped a little from the glass that had pierced the fragile flesh. In some way, you had felt a twinge of guilt seeing the small injury knowing that you couldn’t have protected him well enough then. You allowed him to lace your fingers with yours, and felt the rough cuts of his scars in your palm. 

You had promised to yourself that he would never know such pain again. 

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“Annnd...this is it!” 

You had taken all of twenty paces outside of the hotel when Chan gestured with open arms to the riverfront. Just at the riverbank, a steamboat was anchored with open doors for hotel guests to enter. The massive, multideck, white steamboat shone like the moon peaking at the ocean’s horizon. Each of the semi-circle windows were lined with white lights and from the inside, the delightful sound of laugher and live music spilled out to the glossy water of the Nile. 

“W-what is this?” 

“Well…it’s a dinner cruise but I just signed us up for the bar part. Are you...surprised? I thought that it must be pretty safe considering that we’re on the water and no one can drive up and shoot at us.” 

“I mean...it’s a bit closed off, but nothing that I can’t handle.” 

The prince held out his arm for you to lead the way, then took your hand to help you watch your step down the stairs. Chan provided his name to the conductor in elegant sounding Arabic, leaving you shocked. 

“Y-you speak Arabic too?” 

Chan chuckled once more, taking your hand in his to bring you down the creaking wood deck with swinging with lanterns above your heads. 

“As a royal and diplomat, it’s best for me to know how to communicate if I might need to.” 

“I must say your Highness, I am definitely impressed.” 

“What? You thought I was just another pretty face?” The charming prince escorted you to a room within the steamboat that was lined with red velvet carpets and small bar tables with tea candles and water lilies floating in a shallow dish. He pulled out your chair before his own, then settled with hands folded in his lap. “I’m trained in hand-to-hand too, although I could use a refresher; that was so long ago, back when I went to school.” 

“Hand-to-hand? Well! You really are full of surprises.” 

The prince appeared smug and faintly amused by the compliment as he crossed his legs under the table and leaned in with his dizzying floral scent. 

The waitress appeared and Chan flexed his language skills once more while he ordered a Hemmingway Daiquiri for himself and a French 75 for you. Somewhere off in the distance or perhaps a different part of the boat, louder and more excitable music played along with the echoing claps of those who listened along. Here, it was much quieter, and the loud sound was replaced with a jazz song that you had heard before--likely from your more formative years. 

“It’s a beautiful night.” Chan began, “Thank you for agreeing to do this with me. I know that I’ve been a bit forward, but, I appreciate you entertaining me.” 

“If I had said no, what would’ve happened then?” 

“Well, maybe I would’ve dropped it, but...knowing you...I don’t think that I would’ve given up easily.” 

The waitress returned with the drinks on a silver platter: his grapefruit pink and yours the color of a lemon drop. 

The royal rose his glass for you to clink with yours, “To...adventures.” 

“To adventures.” 

With a resounding sound, the glasses met, and you watched the way that the shimmering liquid ripped across the prince’s nose. 

The two of you sat for several moments more, saying nothing, but sipping and soaking in the night breeze and the humidity that made your whole body feel blanketed with a sense of calm. You had felt this way before back at the safe house, and it snuck up on you once more. Simply exisiting with the prince provided you with a sense of solace that had long since faded from your life. The sense of responsibility that you felt for the man was noticeable, but you couldn’t help but notice how he provided for you the same sense of safety that you did for him. 

Perhaps it was the loneliness of the job and the solitude that came along with it. Was that you craved to be touched? Listened to? Admired? You had distanced yourself from irrational things such as love and other feelings of attachment. In your line of work, people died often, and you had to move on just as fast as their lives had been taken from them. You supposed that you had become unfeeling at this point...but this prince, so full of himself and focused on the material...there was something about him that reminded you how to feel. 

“Bee? What are you thinking about?” He asked carefully. 

“Oh...nothing.” 

“You looked kind of lost here.” 

“Was I?” 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah...yeah. I’m fine. Maybe the drink is just...getting to me.” 

“Just one drink?” Chan giggled a bit, “I didn’t take you for being a lightweight Bee. I thought that they gave you like, drinking lessons or something back at that agency of yours.” 

“I’m fine. I shouldn’t have more than one drink anyway.” 

The prince nodded, understanding. “So, what will you tell me about yourself? Is there anything that you’re allowed to tell me? Or...will you always be this mysterious, beautiful, enigma?” 

“Me? Enigmatic? Ha! Hardly.” 

“Well? What then?” The prince sucked at the lime garnishing his glass. “Since I don’t have the pleasure of knowing your real name, I’d love it if you could tell me something.” 

Over the stereo, the muted trumpet played along with the twang of thick upright bass strings,

“I suppose I could tell you how...” Chan leaned in, “I didn’t want to join The Agency. At first.” 

“Oh? Why’s that?” 

“It felt like a bit of a last resort and anything that is a last resort is something that can’t come easy.” 

Chan titled his head as if to say, I’m listening. 

“Life...fucking sucks sometimes. Sometimes...you’re left...living with your sleazy uncle with a letter addressed to you post mortem telling you to carry on the family name if you want to feel some connection to the parents that you never knew.” 

The royal cast his eyes down, “I-I’m so sorry.” 

“The Agency has been everything I’ve known since I was a teenager. This life...it’s everything. I think in a way I feel obligated to it...since it was what took my parents from me...I owe it to them to do a job that they spent so much energy on so that it wasn’t in vain.” 

You stopped, realizing the weight of your words in the air and how they cut like the blade of the knife that you kept tucked in your waistband sheathed in a leather cover. Once the sharp metal was taken from it’s confines, there was nothing to protect those from the damage it could do. 

“Bee...I don’t know what to say besides I’m sorry. That’s terrible. I can’t imagine what it must be like to loose your parents and have been thrown into this life...no one deserves that.” 

“Its okay.” You sighed. “I did it to myself. Now, it’s of no concern. I can take care of my own, and I have a new family. I try not to look back.” 

As he had done numerous times before that night, Chan’s hand reached out for yours under the table, brushing up against the white cloth. 

“I can’t say how much I appreciate you enough for what you do; risking your life for me...I owe you everything Bee.” The prince softened, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. 

The chug of the steamboat hissed softly behind you in that back bar room, and just through the windows, you could see the stars dotting the sky just as they did in any corner of the world. They were a reminder that while some things changed, others didn’t. 

The echo of footsteps on the deck clicked, causing you to turn a careful glance back to the direction of the sound. The man who entered was dressed in a casual cotton button up and navy slacks. On the white of his breast, he wore a pin holding the symbol of a crest.

“Lee Minho?” Chan gasped. 

“Your Highness!” The handsome man bowed immediately with a startled little smile. 

The friendly prince stood immediately upon seeing the other royal to shake his hand. “What a coincidence that we meet again!” 

Lee Minho shied with a polite smile while fiddling with his hair that looked to be masterfully styled. “Must be...fated. Or something like that.” 

“Are you alright? Last I saw you was at the shooting at the gala. I’m so glad to see that you’re safe. You didn’t get injured I hope?” 

This close, Lee Minho had oddly cat-like eyes that were as intense as they were alluring. He was just as you had remembered him to be--put together and polished like a true royal, dastardly handsome with all the right curves to his body, and just enough mystery to him to pique the interest of anyone who had sensed his air--just as the prince had. 

“What are you doing in Cairo?” Chan asked, gesturing for the stranger to pull up a chair. 

Lee Minho swatted away the question with an annoyed cringe. “Royal stuff, you know how it goes. Everyone is always trying to poke their noses in places where they shouldn’t be...unless they’re looking to get themselves killed. That's why they send me. I’m dispensable.” 

“Oh, I’d hardly say that.” 

In seconds the prince’s entire body had shifted towards the direction of the other man, and hung onto each of his words as if they were a siren song. 

“When you’re not as high up in the ranks as you are your Highness, royalty starts to feel more like servitude than a legitimate position.” 

“So, where are you poking your nose?” 

Lee Minho’s eyes nervously flicked to you, and Chan realized that he had skipped right over introductions. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce the two of you. Minho, this is Bee, my--” 

“--I’m a member of his detail.” You spoke for him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you formally Lee Minho. I recall seeing you at the gala.” 

Minho bowed slightly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” 

It was obvious that you had made the man uncomfortable, just as you had liked it to be. While you could see what the prince had seen in him, you had the disposition to be much less trusting than his Highness. 

“Which royals are employing you? I’d love to know! It’s always exciting for me to learn about who is plotting what. The royal drama keeps me really entertained.” 

Minho sat up straighter, then waved a hand for the waitress to come scuttling over. 

“Some of my family members. You wouldn’t know them, we’re all dreadfully insignificant to be honest. They heard all this business about those men with the red crests and they’re starting to get scared. After they targeted...you, they’re wondering which royal family might be next...if any. I’m here to find out who they are, their whereabouts, anything else.” 

“Wow! That’s actually what we--”

“--And where are you planning on getting this information if I may ask?” You hushed the prince’s loose lips as quickly as you could. 

Minho leaned in over the flickering candle to lower his tone, “I heard that there’s an informant here in the city who might now something about this group. They’ve been popping up on national news too as of late. I’m looking to talk to him tomorrow evening. Luckily, I was able to make an appointment but it was no small feat. I had to bribe him to high hell to get him to speak with me.” 

“Hm. Sounds familiar.” You mumbled. 

Chan’s eyes widened, then he looked back to you to ask for permission. You gave him a nod.

“It seems like we’re here for a common purpose my friend.” The prince leaned in to bridge the gap between them, his hand notably reaching to rest on the other man’s thigh below the table’s surface. “We’re seeking similar information and I think we might be speaking of the same informant.” 

“But your Highness, isn’t it dangerous it you to do something like this?” 

“Not when I’ve got her around.” Chan threw a sly grin to you across the table. “I’m well protected. And you? Where’s your detail?” 

“I’m afraid that I’m out here alone. Like I said, when you’re as low in the ranks as I am...” 

“What? That’s terrible!! They aren’t even protecting their own? Bee!!” 

“Yes, your Highness?” You already knew where this was going. 

“Let’s bring Minho along with us tomorrow! We know that there’s safety in numbers--” 

“Your Highness, in case you haven’t noticed, our hands are already a bit full...”

“I can fend for myself.” Lee Minho suddenly piped. “Travelling alone, I’ve picked up a few things about protecting myself. You don’t have to protect me, but, I appreciate the offer.” 

“Nonsense! You should come with us! I would feel more comfortable if you did rather than went by yourself.” 

Lee Minho gave the royal a smile in his thanks, it was pure and a little adorable you had considered...but that was likely the champagne going to your head. 

“Really? I appreciate it, your Highness.” 

While you were distanced, you nearly could’ve sworn that the prince had squeezed the other’s leg reassuringly, and you were willing to bet he had rubbed it with his thumb too just as he had done to you. 

After long, the waitress returned with Lee Minho’s drink, and the two men chatted like old college buddies while you slipped away at your drink in an attempt to make it last as long as you could. While Chan did try to engage you in conversation, it would never last for long until he would become puppy-eyed over the stranger again. In the end, you wondered if the tipsy prince would’ve also confessed to this man if he had one too many drinks. 

The table bumped with their jovial and restless legs, and you could only imagine what wandering hands sought to discover. 

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The hotel was quiet save for the click of heels on the marble floors from ladies who had just gotten off the steamboat and clung to their husbands in their drunken stupor. They cackled in the empty and golden lobby, then pressed hasty kisses into the stuttering mouths of their husbands who’s mouths then smeared with hot pick lipstick. Chan giggled at the sight while he tripped over his own feet too. 

“Ahhhh. Being in love is so cute.” He adored them once you had entered the elevator. 

“You’re not going to throw up on me, are you?” 

The prince hiccupped, then shook his head. “Unlike you I know how to hold my liquor. I’m fine. Just a bit sleepy I think. Must be the jet lag.” 

The tones for each floor beeped in the compartment, and Chan lulled his head back and forth. 

“So. Lee Minho huh?” You said, not even able to help yourself. The alcohol had brought you a bit of an edge...so you thought. 

“Lee. Minho.” He sighed out dreamily. “What do you think of him?” 

“I think I can’t trust anyone as long as I haven’t ran at least three background checks on them.” 

“Awww, Bee, you’re so thoughtful of me.” 

In the empty hallway, the prince with squinting eyes leaned against the doorframe to the royal suite, reaching out to brush up against your blouse once more. You let him, excusing his drunken state. After he did so, his eyes hazed over with something much different, while he looked exhausted, it was laced with something else: something much more longing. 

“Bee...fuck, I really want to kiss you again.” 

“Hm. That’s ripe coming from you who was just viciously flirting with Lee Minho.” 

You could see his head spinning in his dilated pupils. “What?” 

The door clicked open and you less than gracefully lead the prince through the dark to your shared bedroom. 

“B-Bee, what are you talking about?” 

You scoffed, “I’m not blind, you know.” 

“A-are you...jealous?” 

“W-what? Fuck no. I’m just...you can’t just...toss people around thinking that they’ll all bend to you.” 

Chan sat at the edge of the bed and rubbed at his temples when you turned one of the lamps on. 

“I-I was doing that?” 

You tore a pillow from the bed as well as the throw blanket at the end. “I’m sleeping on the couch. Good evening, your Highness.” 

“Wait! Bee!” The young prince stumbled after you, stubbing his toe against the bedpost in the process. “Ah-FUCK!” He grunted. 

“What?” You growled back to him, half shrouded in the darkness of the suite living room. 

The royal stumbled out, eyes blank and backlit from the bedroom. While you couldn’t see him fully, you later could assume that there was something in him terribly torn and ripped in that moment that made little sense to him, as it did to you to. 

Arms reached out, bodies softly illuminated by the lights of the city, and the prince leaned himself fully into you, pressing bitter tasting lips to yours with a heat and desire that only seemed amplified the breather he had gotten. While he tasted of lime and grapefruits, with a twinge of alcohol. He was just as addictive as any vice. You wanted to feel him. As infuriating as he was, and oblivious, your abhorrence to him was just as strong as your attraction. 

“Mm, Bee--” He moaned directly into your mouth while shuffling both of you back to the bedroom. 

The prince’s trembling breath floated from his mouth to yours where he used both of his large hands to pull your face closer to his. You knew that in some way, there must have been something ingenuine about the whole scenario, but you didn’t care too much, not when kissing him felt like something. Maybe he had kissed you out of pity, or because he really had wanted to kiss you. You broke for seconds before both of your tangled limbs hit the bed. 

“Before...you said that you wouldn’t kiss me.” 

“I didn’t make any promises...but, how come...you said that you wouldn’t hesitate...? But you kissed ba--” 

You silenced the prince’s words with your own heated kisses that made little sense, only that kissing him as such felt good. You straddled the man while his hungry fingers traced all the way down your back. The prince’s hips sunk into the cushiony mattress, and you screwed him down even harder into it with your own heated hips grinding into him with as much pressure as you could muster. 

“This is what you want, right?” You pulled at his lip with your teeth to hear him groan from it. 

“Is it...what you want?” Chan got out between more kisses. 

You could blame it on loneliness or lack of touch all that you wanted, but it wasn’t even close. 

“Wait. Wait.” Chan suddenly interjected. 

“What? What is it?” 

The prince looked up at you, that haze in his eyes now fading to something much different that wasn’t covered in the lust that he held before. 

“Bee...I-I don’t know if I want it to happen this way. It feels...it’s not...” 

“Not what?” 

He brushed his hand upward now to caress your face, lingering on the side of the peach fuzz on your cheek. “You deserve better than whatever the hell this is.” 

“Oh, so when I finally want to fuck you, you’re saying it isn’t right?” 

“I’m saying, I’m drunk, it’s late, clearly there’s something that’s upsetting you, and I want to know what it is before we do anything else. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

It might’ve been Lee fucking Minho, or it might’ve been something else much stickier for you to admit, but seeing the prince like this, it was too much. He was gorgeous under you, practically angelic looking. 

“I-I’m...complicating things.” You whispered out, and the prince softened even further. 

“That’s what it is? Bee, I told that you don’t have to worry about--” 

“--Yes. Yes I do...your Highness. I-I can’t feel...” 

“Bee--let’s just talk about--” 

The prince might’ve said more, but his words faded into murmurs once you closed his door behind you, then crawled onto the couch in Jeongin and Seungmin’s room, locking their door too. 

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses!

@minaamhh @dazzlehoseok @synnocence @jjewibeans @hyunsluvv @unexceptional-h @bobawithchaitea @lechanters @sailorhyunjinz @silencefavarchive @eunaeiekim @lunarskzzz

[inside-of-a-fangirls-mind]

UM UM UM Yandere! Muriel x Fem! Apprentice headcannons or drabble? Whatever you prefer I’m just simping over this man right about now.

I’ve been dwelling on this for a little while unsure how to proceed. After searching urban dictionary and other sources I think I can finally give you what you want anon, i hope. There are so many different ways for that word to be used so ahhhh. I’m going to try and include them all. 

This is my first time doing head cannons instead of actual fanfics. I love reading them so much so I thought i’d give that a shot for once. I know it’s probably ass, i’m not 110% sure what i’m doing yet but I tried. 

Yandere!Muriel Head Cannons;

-Muriel isn’t the type for confrontations at all, but there are a few situations where he has no choice but to step in. Especially when Lucio won’t keep his hands to himself. Something about it just sets Muriel into a rage he didn’t know he had. Marching over and throwing you over his shoulder before kicking the chair out from under Lucio causing him to crash to the ground. 

-He likes to believe he is above hurting people, but he will do anything to protect you. Including knocking some random street thugs out cold. 

-When the devil threatened to destroy your world and it was you or him you best believe he would fight the devil first hand. Knowing you love him giving him the strength to stand up for himself finally. 

-But he is also very in the mind set you are his and only his. 

-Anyone who lays a hand on you, later in the bedroom he will give you a reason to forget you even know them ;)

-Julian once thought it would be funny if he played a joke and tried to kiss you, just to get a rise out of Muriel. Well Julian ended up in a choke hold until he passed out. Julian still thinks it was worth it after all. 

-You didn’t know Muriel had this side to him, often seeing him going out of his way to get across that you were HIS. It kinda turned you on, i mean watching his muscles. WHO WOULDN’T THAT TURN ON? no just me? eheh

-If anyone ever hurt you though, even if it was just a papercut. Muriel would be so blinded by rage he would almost kill the person. After facing the courtiers and having everything thrown at you. He knew you could handle yourself, but now he could do it for you. 

-You were slightly feared throughout the city, the people only knowing if they messed with you they could wake up dead. 

-Asra would joke and call him over protective, though you knew it was him only trying to make sure he would never lose you again. Never to lose anyone he cared about again.

-One time you had gotten into a bar fight and returned home with a black eye, all in good fun. Of course Julian being there didn’t help the situation. He got into some real trouble. It took everything in you to convince Muriel out of going to the bar and tearing the whole place down. However the two of you did break his bed later that night. 

-When Muriel got that fire in his eyes, that need to do anything for your love. Oh those were some of your favorite moments behind closed doors. Sure you loved being soft and slow with your big teddy bear. But the thought of him being able to tear you in two, well that was something quite different. ;)

-The person who tempted him to commit murder the most was Lucio. Between his hands constantly on you, the filth he would say to you in front of everyone. But since he wasn’t in charge anymore Muriel would often give him a black eye or two so he couldn’t look your way. And that’s if he was being nice. 

[bechloeislegit]

PITCH PERFECT HORROR WEEK 2020

Day 1 - Creature Feature/Cryptid

A/N:  Not really a scary fic, per se. Just something fun to hopefully bring a smile to the horror about to be unleashed by others during this spooky week.

Summary: Bigfoot has been spotted in the woods near Barden University. Beca Mitchell wants to find him and decides to camp out in the woods to do just that and get a good photo of the elusive creature.

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The Bellas sat around the common room when the show they were watching was interrupted by Breaking News.

"Amy, turn up the TV," Beca yelled excitedly.

"Witnesses claim to have seen the hairy creature in Barden woods late yesterday evening," the news anchor said. "We're going live to Sonya Hastings, who is at the edge of the woods where the sighting took place. Sonya, what do you know so far."

"Thanks, Jim," Sonya said. "I'm here with Tim McCarthy and Greta Michaels, the young couple who saw the creature. Tim, what did you see?"

"We were in the woods looking for a place to camp when we heard someone, or something, running through the bushes," Tim said. "Suddenly, this big hairy creature came running at us. He was huge; at least seven feet tall-"

"And he had long brown hair all over his body," Greta added. "I think it was Bigfoot."

"Bigfoot?" Sonya asked.

"Yeah," Tim said, nodding his head. "I took a picture of him on my phone."

Tim pulled out his phone and showed a photo to Sonya. Sonya's eyes widened as she held the photo up to the camera.

"There you have it, Jim," Sonya said. "It's blurry but it looks like it could actually be Bigfoot."

"Do you see that?" Beca asked, pointing to the photo on the TV screen. "Bigfoot is real, and they have a picture to prove it." Beca's excitement is palpable. "And he's been sighted in the Barden Woods. That's like six blocks from here."

"Bigfoot is not real," Stacie said with a laugh. 

"Did you not see the picture?" Beca asked in disbelief. "How can you look at that picture and say he's not real?"

"It's a blurry blob and does not prove Bigfoot is real, because he's not," Stacie said, shaking her head "He's a cryptid."

"A what?" Chloe asked.

"A cryptid," Stacie replied. "Something that's like an urban legend; not real. A myth."

"You're wrong," Beca said, shaking her head. "And I'm going to prove it to you."

"How pray tell, are you going to do that?" Stacie asked, trying to hide her smile.

"I'm going to camp out in Barden Woods and find him," Beca said.

"What?!" Chloe screeched. "No, you're not!"

"Yes, I am!"

"NO! You're not!"

"Yes, I-"

"Beca!" Fat Amy yelled, causing Beca's mouth to snap closed. "Don't mess with that which you do not understand."

"What?" Beca asked with a confused look on her face.

"Urban legends are not to be messed with," Fat Amy said. "They are scary, and can kill you dead."

"I-I-I'm not afraid," Beca said with false bravado. "I'll find Bigfoot and get a better picture of him to prove you all wrong."

"Beca, please don't do this," Chloe implored. "Please? For me?"

"I'll be fine, Chloe," Beca said, patting Chloe on the arm. "I'm going to get my stuff and go out tonight."

Beca left everyone sitting in the living and went upstairs to prepare for her campout. Chloe chewed on her lip and looked around at the girls.

"Stacie?" Chloe said, her gaze stopping on the brunette. "Can you talk Beca out of doing this, please? I'm worried about her being out there along."

"If she wouldn't listen to you," Stacie said with a laugh. "What makes you think she'll listen to me?"

"She considers you one of her best friends," Chloe said.

"She thinks of Fat Amy as one of her best friends, too," Stacie said. "Let Amy talk to her."

"Stacie's not wrong," Fat Amy said, smirking and nodding her head.

"Fine," Chloe huffed. "Fat Amy can talk to her."

"No can do, Chloe," Fat Amy said. "She really wants to find Bigfoot, and nothing I say will change that."

Chloe crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Fat Amy. She then looked around the room at the rest of the girls.

"I have a better idea," Chloe said. "We're all going to go with Beca to camp out and look for Bigfoot. Consider it a Bella bonding exercise. A mandatory Bella bonding exercise. Anyone who doesn't want to go can stay here and do an extra hour of cardio for the next three, no, four rehearsals."

The Bellas all groan. "That's not fair, Chloe," Fat Amy whined. "You know how much I hate cardio."

"Yes, I do know how much you hate it," Chloe said with a big grin. "Now, let's go! We need to get everything together for a night of camping in the woods. Don't forget your flashlights."

The girls grumble as they get up and slowly make their way upstairs. Fat Amy is mumbling under her breath. She walks upstairs next to Stacie and follows Stacie into her room.

"Can I help you?" Stacie asked when Amy ran into the back of her.

"Yes, you can," Fat Amy said. "I have a plan to have this campout over before it really gets started."

"I'm listening," Stacie said and sat on the side of her bed. "Let's hear it."

~~ Pitch Perfect Halloween Week 2020 - Day One ~~

Meanwhile, Chloe made her way up to Beca's room.

"Beca?" Chloe called up the steps.

"Yeah, Chlo?" Beca called back.

Chloe continued up the stairs to find Beca standing in the middle of the room, looking around.

"What's up?" Beca asked.

"I just wanted to tell you that all the Bellas are going to camp out with you tonight to help look for Bigfoot," Chloe said. "We're all excited to be a part of your excursion."

"What did you threaten them with?" Beca asked with a grin.

"Nothing," Chloe said, looking away from Beca. "I merely prefaced it by calling it a mandatory Bellas bonding event."

"And?" Beca prompted.

"Aaand, I told them I'd double their cardio time if they didn't agree to come," Chloe mumbled.

"Nice move, Beale," Beca said. "Don't say anything to the girls, but I was starting to get scared of being in the woods alone with Bigfoot."

"Your secret is safe with me," Chloe said, holding back the laugh that was threatening to come out.

"I should be ready to leave in about fifteen minutes," Beca said. "I want to find a good camping spot before he gets too dark to see."

"I'd better get to it then," Chloe said as she turned to go back downstairs.

( ) Pitch Perfect Halloween Week 2020 - Day One ( )

Chloe heard Fat Amy and Stacie talking as she got close to Stacie's door. She quickly hurried past when the door opened and Fat Amy came out.

"This should be a lot of fun," Fat Amy said as she entered the hallway.

"That's the spirit," Chloe said, enthusiastically as she looked at Amy over her shoulder.

Chloe continued to her room and grabbed her phone. She placed a call.

"Hey, it's Chloe," Chloe said when the call was answered. "I need your help with something. It's for Beca."

Chloe started packing for camping as she spoke on the phone.

~~ Pitch Perfect Halloween Week 2020 - Day One ~~

The girls met outside and Chloe, Amy, and Stacie's cars were loaded. Chloe drove off first, with Stacie following Chloe, and Fat Amy bringing up the rear.

Once they were parked, they retrieved their stuff and started into the woods.

"There are several cleared spaces we can choose to set up," Beca said as they walked. "I checked the map and there is a clearing close by that I think we should use because it's the closest to where Bigfoot was spotted."

"Alleged Bigfoot," Fat Amy said, causing Stacie to laugh.

"What was that, Amy?" Chloe asked, stopping to glare at Amy.

"What? I didn't say anything," Fat Amy said.

"Let's keep it that way," Chloe said and hurried to catch up to Beca.

Beca stopped at the first clearing and dropped her stuff.

"This looks like a good spot," Beca said. "Chlo, can you help me with my tent?"

"Can I share with you?" Chloe asked.

"Of course," Beca responded.

"Stacie, can I share your tent?" Fat Amy asked Stacie while batting her eyes at her and making kissing noises.

"Sure thing, babe," Stacie said.

"Not funny, guys," Beca yelled.

Just then they heard what sounded like growling coming from their left. Beca and the girls all stopped and looked around.

"Is that Bigfoot?" Jessica asked.

Amy and Stacie looked at each other and started quietly laughing.

"No," Beca said. "Bigfoot doesn't growl. He sounds more like Chewbacca from Star Wars; kind of guttural when he's speaking."

"Speaking?" Ashley asked, chuckling. "Bigfoot speaks."

"You know what I mean," Beca said, chuckling.

"If it wasn't Bigfoot," Chloe said. "What was it?"

Chloe frowned as she looked back to Stacie and Amy.

"What are those two up to you?" Beca asked, following Chloe's eyesight.

"I have no idea," Chloe said. "It's starting to get dark. Let's set up camp and figure out our next move."

They heard more growling and stopped to scan the surrounding area.

"I'm getting a little scared," Emily said, her eyes wide.

"It's okay, Em," Chloe said, moving to stand next to the younger girl. "We just need to make some noise to scare off whatever that is."

"Ahhhh," Emily screamed, causing Chloe to flinch and cover her ears. "Go away, scary, growling monster!"

Stacie and Amy were now laughing and holding on to each other. Chloe looked back at them again.

"Mios dio," Flo said, making the sign of the cross on her chest. "Wh-what's that?"

The girls turned to where Flo was pointing and Emily, Jessica, and Ashley started screaming when they spotted the creature Flo saw.

"Run!" Emily yelled as she turned, knocking Stacie and Fat Amy down as she, Jessica, Flo, and Ashley ran back the way they had just come from. Stacie and Fat Amy laid on the ground, laughing hysterically.

Beca ignored them all as she searched her bag for her camera. The creature lumbered toward them, moving slowly and steadily closing the distance between them.

"Found it," Beca exclaimed, holding up the camera.

Beca turned, ready to snap the photo when she realized the creature had stopped moving and was now standing about five feet away from them.

"Perfect," Beca said and snapped a photo.

"That's not Bigfoot," Lily said quietly.

"What?" Beca asked.

"That's not Bigfoot," Lily said so Beca could hear.

"How can you tell?" Beca asked, looking over at the creature.

"He's too short," Lily said. "Bigfoot is about seven feet tall. Plus, I don't think Bigfoot would be wearing sneakers."

"Dammit!" Beca yelled. "If that's not Bigfoot, then who or what is it?"

"It's probably Donald," Chloe said.

"And how do you know that?" Beca asked, jerking her head around to look at Chloe.

Stacie and Fat Amy were standing now and Chloe looked at them. "Ask these two. I heard their whole plan. They wanted you to find Bigfoot immediately so they could get back to hit up some fraternity party."

"Why would you do that?" Beca asked sadly, looking at the two Bellas.

"Hellooooo," Stacie said. "Did you not hear the part about the frat party?"

"Yeah," Fat Amy said, moving her hand up and down as if weighing two things. "Boys or Bigfoot? Bigfoot or Boys? It was a really easy decision to make."

Stacie stood, nodding her head as Fat Amy spoke.

"We should get the other girls," Chloe said. "The way they were running, they are probably back at Barden by now."

Beca put her camera back in its bag and started gathering her stuff. Chloe and Lily did the same. Once they had everything, they started making their way back to the cars.

"I have just two words for you two," Beca said, pointing at Stacie and Fat Amy as she walked past them. "Extra cardio!"

"No way, Beca!" Fat Amy screeched, running after Beca.

"Come on, Donald," Stacie called out.

"I'm sorry it didn't go according to plan," Donald said as he joined Stacie.

"It's getting darker," Chloe said as she pulled out a flashlight and turned it on.

Beca and Lily pulled out flashlights and turned theirs on as well.

"Holy shit," Beca said and stopped walking.

"Beca, what's wrong?" Chloe asked as she barely kept herself from running into the back of her.

Beca didn't say anything, she just pointed with the hand holding her flashlight.

"Oh, my God," Chloe whispered. "Is that-?"

"Yep," Beca said with a big grin on her face.

Stacie, Donald, and Fat Amy stood wide-eyed behind Beca, Chloe, and Lily. Beca slowly brought out her camera and pointed it toward what stopped her in her tracks.

"B-B-Bigfoot is real?" Stacie stuttered.

Fat Amy screamed and pushed Donald out of her way as she ran toward where the cars were parked. 'Bigfoot' turned his glance toward Donald and sniffed the air. 'Bigfoot' then took a few steps forward but quickly stepped back when Beca's camera flash went off. 'Bigfoot' gave a guttural yell.

"See," Beca said. "I told you he sounded like Chewbacca."

'Bigfoot' suddenly lurched toward Donald, causing Donald to freeze.

"I think he thinks Donald is just like him," Chloe said, looking between the two.

"Bigfoot thinks he found himself a girlfriend," Beca said, laughing as she looked over at Donald. "Or boyfriend; I don't judge."

"What?" Donald said. "You can't be serious."

'Bigfoot' reached out and ran a hand over Donald's costumed head.

"Oh, Hell no!" Donald yelled, jerking away and running in the same direction Fat Amy had gone.

'Bigfoot' looked at Stacie and tilted his head slightly.

"Look out, Stacie," Chloe said. "I think you're his next target."

"I need more pictures," Beca said and started taking more photos.

"Sorry, 'Bigfoot'," Stacie said, stepping slowly around Beca and Chloe. "I like my guys with a lot less hair."

Stacie ran off after Donald, calling out, "Wait for me!"

Suddenly, a third hairy creature came running out of the woods, stopping when it saw Beca and Chloe standing there with a shorter version of itself just a few feet away from them.

"What the Hell?" the second 'Bigfoot' asked as he reached up and pulled off its costume head; Beca's eyes widened when she saw Jesse's face.

"Jesse?" Beca said. "What are you doing here?"

"I asked him to come here," Chloe said while keeping an eye on the third Bigfoot that showed himself. "I heard Stacie and Fat Amy talking about messing with you and having Donald dress up as Bigfoot to scare us. So, I called Jesse and asked him to dress up to scare them."

"So, that means this is the real Bigfoot?" Beca asked, pointing to the third creature that now stood in front of her.

"I, uh, I think it's possible," Chloe said, nodding and slowly backing away.

"It's him," Lily said; no one heard or paid attention to her.

"Here take my picture with him," Beca said as she shoved her camera at Chloe, stopping her retreat.

"Get away from him, Beca," Chloe said, standing as still as possible so as not to spook the creature. "You don't know what he might do."

"Chloe, if he was going to hurt us," Beca said. "He would have done it already."

"I'm with Chloe on this, Beca," Jesse said, watching everything carefully. "We should really go."

"AFTER I get my picture taken with the real Bigfoot," Beca said.

Beca moved and stood next to Bigfoot and gave Chloe a thumbs up. Chloe took a couple of pictures and said, "Okay, that's it. Say goodbye to your new friend, Beca, and let's go home."

"Okay," Beca said sadly. "Sorry, Bigfoot, we have to go. Maybe we'll see you around here again."

Chloe took Beca's arm and pulled her to her and started slowly making their way toward the cars. Jesse and Lily followed behind them. All kept looking over their shoulders to make sure Bigfoot wasn't following them.

Beca took one last look back at Bigfoot and waved. A big smile came to her face when Bigfoot waved back.

[coping-via-clint-eastwood]

Everything Hurts - AOS!Leonard McCoy x Reader

(A/N: @urban-trek-thru-middle-earth Here, I wrote this thing. I hope it helps.

This happened to me this morning.)

You lay on your side staring miserably at the wall. You had detached yourself from Leo's embrace, because your entire body hurt, and his arms around you made it worse.  You hurt too much to move and check the time, but when you first woke up, it felt like the equivalent of 3 am.  You spent what was probably an hour to two hours shifting in little bits, trying to get comfortable and fall back asleep.  After that time, you gave up.  Your entire body felt numb.  That was when the overthinking started.  'Why can't I sleep?  Why can't I sleep?' repeated in your mind. Tears formed and fell from your eyes. You rubbed them away with your arm.  You lay there, in physical numbness and emotional pain, until you heard and felt Lenny stirring behind you.  "Mmh...(y/n)..."  he murmured, his arm coming down around your waist quite heavily.

"Ow!"  you gasped, flinching away from him, and gasped out another, "Ow!"  because even that movement had caused you pain.

That woke Leo up fully.  He sat up in bed and tentatively put his hand on your shoulder.  "What happened?"  he whispered; from past experience, you (and other patients, for that matter) preferred it when he spoke softer when you were in physical pain, because that usually meant that you had a headache as well.

"I've been awake since three..." you said hoarsely.  Your throat hurt as well, but that was because you had not drunk any water since you had first awoken.

His eyebrows furrowed.  "Again?  You were doing so well..."  When Leo first found out you had sleeping problems, he had tried setting a strict lifestyle for you, appertaining to what time you ate dinner; what time you went to bed, etcetera.  When even that did not work, he prescribed you sleeping pills.  You were able to sleep then.  You used them for a while.  However, Leo had recently tried to get you off them, so that you were not dependent on them.  You had been sleeping well on your own for the past three weeks.  So this was a relapse.

"I'm sorry, Leo..." you tried to say in a normal voice, to hide your crying.  You felt that you had failed him somehow, because you had broken progress.

He knew you well, and reached over your head to the nightstand.  He yanked a piece of tissue from its box and put it over your eyes.  You quietly took it from him and wiped your tears.  "You know I don't blame you for anything," he rumbled softly, moving your hair out of your face.  Bless him for his gentle doctor's hands, because any harder contact would have made your headache worse.  You were unable to come up with a response.  "You have to get up.  You'll feel better after some breakfast," he told you.

"It hurts to move..." you whined a little.  He sighed, pitying you. Then, you felt his hands on your shoulder, gently massaging it.  You tensed up and hissed in pain at first.  "Relax," his smooth voice rumbled, sending pleasant shivers down your spine, "It's worse when you're tense."  You did as the doctor ordered, and slowly begun to feel better under his careful pressing and rubbing.  "You know what to do, right?"  he asked.  When it came to aches due to lack of sleep, you had to inform him when you felt better, because unlike aches due to injury to the muscle, the receding of pain in sleeping muscles was not tangible.

"Mhm..." you sighed, your eyes closed and a relaxed smile on your face.

He raised an eyebrow at your sudden change in mood, and of course you felt his hands slipping away from your shoulder to massage slightly lower down your arm, much to your disappointment.  "It seems to me that that bit there is already better," he said as he did so.

You genuinely whined and begged him, "Just a little more..." He moved his hands back up with no arguments. He understood that when you said you were in pain, you actually were in pain. "Thank you..." you whispered sheepishly when he complied.

"No problem," he responded in tandem. The both of you fell silent again. The whole process of massaging your arm only had the occasional informing that he could move his hands elsewhere. "Okay," he said when he was done with your wrist, "Turn onto your back." You did so with much grunting and groaning. He sighed sympathetically as he knelt between your legs and leant over you, supporting himself with a hand on either side of your head. He grinned at you before saying softly, "Good morning, sweetheart." He lowered his head and kissed you, his eyes closed.  You lifted your good arm and placed your hand on the back of his head, trying to make as much contact with him as possible without hurting either of you.  Normally, you would have liked it if he had put his full weight on you, because you would feel secure and warm, but just...not just then. He pulled away and leant his forehead on yours for a few moments. Then, he shifted further back on the bed, and now leant on his elbows, which were on either side of your abdomen. He slid his hands under your back and started massaging it. You groaned in relief, subconsciously moving so that his hands massaged the area around your spine. He understood and worked on it, paying attention to your vocalisations, movements, and occasionally looking up to see your look of either relief or pain. You moved only the lower part of your torso at first, not daring to aggravate your upper back. But as soon as Len started to eradicate the pain there, you started twisting your back and popping your spine. "Can you not do that while I'm massaging you?" he said uncomfortably with a frown.

"Sorry," you smiled, staying still like he asked. He soon eased the muscles of your upper back and your other shoulder. He shifted to lie on your other side, and your other arm was gotten over with quickly too. "Ahhhh..." you sighed, rolling your shoulders.

"Not yet," he smiled. He moved his hands to your neck.

"Mmh..." you sighed and closed your eyes again. He chuckled, glad that you were feeling better. After that, he massaged your head. That had the most pain relief. You yawned; you had been yearning for sleep all night, and you were suddenly comfortable enough to sleep again."

"Eat breakfast before going back to sleep, he lectured. Then he asked, "Do your legs need massaging too?"

You flexed them. You did not exclaim in pain, but still responded, "Yeah. They aren't hurting at all, but they're the numbest of the lot."

"Okay then," he said. He shifted to lie next to your legs.

"Area under my knees is the weakest," you told him.

After finally having given treatment to your entire torso and all your limbs, he put his arm under your waist, about to lift you up. "Can you get up now?" You sat up with his help. You slid your legs off the bed until your feet touched the floor. You could walk on your own, but your knees were still wobbly, and you kept stumbling. You could step and put your weight on your other leg if you had to, but with there was a wall or a piece of furniture beside you, you would lean on it. He let you fall onto him and helped walk you to the bathroom. After the both of you did your ablutions, he walked you out to the dining table. He pulled out a chair for you and pretty much dropped you onto it. He got what the two of you would be eating from the replicators and set the plates down, going back for the drinks. You drank some water before consuming anything else. "This is just a minor relapse. You'll be able to sleep alright tonight," he said over a forkful of egg.

"I hope so," you sighed sadly, your shoulders slumping.

“Hey.” He reached a hand across and held yours. “This is only temporary. You will recover.” You smiled wryly. “Try to sleep after we eat.” When the two of you finished, Leonard washed the utensils. After that was done, he grabbed his communicator. “McCoy to Mr. Scott.”

“Ah, the good doctor! What can I do for the boyfriend of the woman who’s supposed to be at my warp core in a few minutes?”

“Yeah well she won’t be there today.”

“Oh...did she not sleep again?”

“Y-ep.”

“All right. Understood. (Y/n), are you there?”

“Yes sir.”

“Have a good rest.”

“Thank you sir.”

“This is Mr. Scott, over and out.”

“Thank you Leo,” you smiled.

He stood up and made his way over to you. He helped you up and led you to the bed. He sat you down. He stared into your eyes for a few seconds. Then, his hand slowly made their way under your shirt, moving up your sides and then back down, sliding to your back and up it. You sighed and shuddered at the touch of his warm, calloused hands. He lifted your shirt off your head, then took his shirt off and put it on you. You sighed and cuddled him, resting your head on his shoulder. He held you, placing a kiss on your cheek. He stayed like that for as long as he could. Very reluctantly, he pushed you back to lie flat down. “I gotta go now,” he said sadly.

“I know...” you hummed, putting a hand on his cheek. He pulled himself away and got into his uniform, then immediately walked out before he was any more compelled than he already was to stay. You sighed and moved to his side of the bed. You embraced his pillow, burying your nose in it and inhaling his scent. After a while, you were indeed able to fall asleep. You woke up to the pang of hunger in your gut. After a quick lunch, you sat in bed and let your food digest. You sighed and laid your arm across your eyes. Maybe you could fall asleep sitting up...

You woke up to a hand gently shaking your shoulder. “Sweetheart, sweetheart wake up,” Leonard said as he shook you.

You grumbled sleepily. Your arm had fallen awkwardly, and now your shoulder was stiff. “Ow...” you mumbled, looking down at it. He put one hand on it and enclosed the muscles in his fingers. This time, he could feel exactly what he had to do. You were better in no time. You swung your arm.

“Have you even eaten dinner?” your doctor asked you. You shook you head. He brought you up to a chair again and sat you down. “Eat, then you continue sleeping,” he instructed as he went to the replicators again. You complied wordlessly. He sent you off to brush your teeth while he washed the utensils. You collapsed onto your front on the bed. It was his turn in the bathroom. When he was done, he joined you. He turned you over and brought you into his embrace, with him on his back and you face down on top of him. “Been sleeping well, huh?” he murmured. You nodded. “You can sleep again?” More nodding. He smiled. He stroked your back, and as he did so, he sung softly to you. You buried your face further into his chest as you became more relaxed. He smiled when he sensed you fall asleep and fastened his arms around your waist once more. He son fell asleep himself.

[jaxsteamblog]

Without

Click here to read the full fic on AO3

Katara sat perfectly still at the table, listening to the raised voices. Across from her, Zuko mirrored her posture. He held his tension in his eyes and Katara could see the tiny lines around the right one. Katara held hers in her shoulders, and she could feel her muscles seize as she continued to hold the pose.

Every single minor king and Kuei’s representative was at the table, with the Air Nomad Council and Rohan representing Urban Dust. Thuy was overwhelmed and sat next to Hakoda, her shoulders hunched and her eyes darting around. A woman from the Swamp Tribe sat on Thuy’s other side and was making a point of not looking at Katara.

Most of the people yelling were angry about Katara’s upcoming nuptials. She had invited them to a summit at the South Pole to talk about it. Instead, it was a bunch of angry old people trying to tell her what to do.

“My esteemed guests,” Katara said, raising her voice to be heard over the din. “I suggest you take your seats.”

The people arguing paused and begrudgingly sat down, but one of the Earth Kingdom kings immediately spoke up.

“We demand an explanation for the recent trade agreement between the Fire Nation and the Water Tribes.” He said, slamming his fist down on the table. It was made out of ice, so whatever effect he was going for, his flesh only thumped lamely against the surface.

“What is there to explain? It’s a forthright document.” Katara asked.

“You’re giving them equitable drilling rights for oil in the south western sea.” The king said.

Katara blinked at him, feeling the numbness of anger begin to form in her mind.

“And? Those waters are completely within our boundaries.” She replied.

“The Southern Air Temple shares those borders, yet they were given nothing!” The man said.

Katara closed her eyes and counted to three before opening them again.

“Why would I consult with the Air Nomad council over trade that involves my water, my oil, and my borders?” She asked. Unfortunately, she wanted to ask why an Earth Kingdom king would be so interested in Air Nomad trade.

“What if they wanted to drill?” The man asked petulantly.

“Then they can come to me the same way the Fire Nation minister of trade did.” Katara seethed.

“We don’t even have the industry.” Rohan added then rubbed their eyes and continued. “We don’t even care about oil, we use renewable energy.”

“By the way, I’ve been meaning to have my energy minister talk to you about that.” Zuko said, reaching his hand across the table toward Rohan.

“This is exactly the problem!” A queen shouted. “All of the Avatar’s instructors are cavorting about and making deals outside of their official positions.”

“It’s favoritism.” A third person added.

“I met with the trade minister in Republic City! How is that favoritism?” Katara demanded.

“Katara.” Hakoda said gently and Katara forced out a deep breath.

“I know exactly what the problem is, and unfortunately for all of you, I’m not politic enough to beat around the bush.” Katara said and looked around the table. “More of my people voluntarily came to the Earth Kingdom’s aid than the Air Nomads. The Earth Kingdom kings and queens were more interested in fighting each other over the centuries that your navy was laughable. My people sent ships. They sent food and literally ended droughts for you. And you never sent anything back. You didn’t even send my mother’s body back.”

Sliding her chair back from the table, Katara stood and ran her hands over her abdomen. She would never get used to the touch of finer clothing, and it shocked her enough to lighten her mood.

“The Earth Kingdom was fine seeing us go without for so long. We would never rise up to threaten you if we couldn’t even feed ourselves.” Katara said.

“No see here-” The first man to speak tried to stand up but Katara pulled his chair back in with the barest flick of her wrist.

“My people will not continue to go without any longer. The Fire Nation has produced most of the technological marvels of this age, and only requires the most minimal amount of oil in their production of plastic. I can sell a sustainable amount of oil for a good price and invest that money in my tribes. It has nothing to do with the fact that I will be marrying the Fire Lord.” She finished.

“But won’t you be the Fire Lady?” Thuy asked. Katara turned and the others murmured behind her.

“Won’t the Fire Nation be your people too?” Thuy continued.

Katara held her breath to keep herself from visually reacting. Thuy had just managed to undo weeks of work in a question. All because of teenage romantic ideals.

“One kingdom acting with two hands makes it a lot easier to manipulate things.” A queen remarked and Katara’s upper back seized.

Katara whirled on the Earth Kingdom contingent and barely repressed a snarl.

“I am one kingdom with three hands already.” She stated. Taking in and releasing a shaky breath, Katara retook her seat.

“Katara will be Fire Lady,” Zuko said calmly. “But she won’t have any power in the Fire Nation. They never do. She’d be just as subject to flattery and manipulation as any other person in that position would be. And many rulers have been controlled by their spouses.”

He turned to smile down at the Earth Kingdom side of the table. Many of the sovereigns looked away.

“The spouse of the King or Queen of the Water Tribes doesn’t even get a title.” Katara said. Then, looking at Thuy’s pained face, went on. “I try to do my best for everyone when I’m in a situation. Outside of, you know, war.”

“You did fight in the war, didn’t you?” Zuko said brightly. “What did you do again?”

“Hmm, you know, I think I sank the entire Fire Nation navy. Sorry about that by the way.” Katara said, genuinely apologizing at the end.

“That’s okay. You see, I actually fought on your side as well.” Zuko replied.

“You mean for the Earth Kingdom liberation?” Katara put her hands to her cheeks in mock surprise. “I had forgotten!”

“This chincery is extremely rude.” A king muttered.

“But extremely funny.” Rohan said.

“Rohan!” Tenzin whispered sharply.

“We understand what you’re doing, Queen Katara.” The king said.

“Do you?” Katara asked and leisurely turned to address him. “Because I don’t understand why you’re sitting here having a hissy fit if you did.”

“Katara.” Hakoda said and Katara shook her head.

“I think a lot of people made a lot of money during the war, and they want to continue to tiptoe through peace whispering about shadows to keep people afraid. Either we are committed to this peace and we go on with our lives, or we openly admit to suspecting each other and see if those whispers come true.” She said.

“I am marrying Katara for love, not for power.” Zuko said.

“That’s easy to say, young Fire Lord.” Tenzin said. Zuko looked at Katara and she nodded.

“Yes, we’re young, but we’re not foolish. My uncle says that wisdom comes from survival, and I have survived more in my young life than many of you.” He said and then composed himself. “So on the new year, after my marriage, I will be formally announcing the Fire Nation’s transition to a constitutional monarchy.”

“Our marriage will be a symbol of unification, but the power will belong to the citizens of the Fire Nation.” Katara said and smiled lovingly at Zuko.

“Ahhhh, I get it now.” The Swamp Tribe representative said.

“What?” A queen demanded.

“As I am now the Avatar’s master, I understand the importance of having different perspectives. So the Water Tribe will be ruled by a triumvirate. And as neither Sokka nor myself are Chief Hakoda’s heir, eventually things will settle out to be more equitable.” Katara clarified.

“And where is the Earth Kingdom left in all of this?” A king sputtered and now the entire other half of the table glared at them.

“What business does the Earth Kingdom have in the rulers of foreign nations?” One of the monks asked.

Shamefaced, the king lowered his head.

Glancing to her side, Katara caught Thuy’s eye and smiled. Still looking overwhelmed, Thuy nodded curtly and gave her a watery grin in return.

The four nations were going to live in harmony again, whether they liked it or not.

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[srbachchan]

DAY 4245

Jalsa, Mumbai                  Oct 21,  2019                 Mon 11:10 PM

It pours quite out of turn .. with the attitude of a Monsoon .. just when all the rain precautions have been removed to welcome the Goddess Lakshmi for the festival of Deepawali  .. this is most unfair .. a wet Divali ..? 

NO ..

Please .. please .. the Gods of rain be not disturbed or annoyed by any .. in the years gone by at a younger age and in the downpour of continuous rain, the sooth sayers would ask to put out a little stump of wood dressed as a lady in distress in the outdoor, in the rain , to express to the Lords above that this poor old woman was in distress and that He should stop the pouring to protect her  .. 

They were those many little ‘totkaas’ or ‘todkaas’ that were so prevalent at the time .. perhaps now too in some remote rural village they still do .. but many in the urban perform as well .. a time and place to start a new venture .. an auspicious hour  .. a ‘rahu kalam’ .. and many unknown ..

Sitting to watch India play at a cricket game and not to change the position if it does well .. cross the legs, place the hands in particular position .. not this not that .. wearing the proper shirt .. the worked apparel .. who to sit with .. who not and where .. 

AHHHH .. so many to get the right results in favour .. 

We stand up to nature, circumstances, talent, intent and many more .. and pray and hope it works .. what ever would crossed legs of one individual of 1.3 billion be of result is a mystery .. but such is the mystic world indeed ..

This is an angry cloud form above .. it continues its angered flatulence un obstructed, with out reserve and without a care .. why it behaves so , is the answer many seek .. and reach but one conclusion .. you cannot answer nature , or its bearings, or its behaviour .. bear it accept it, live with it .. and generally smile .. NOT always though ..

It is best to leave the topic to its own fate .. a fate we cannot possibly handle or deal with ..

Good night ..

Amitabh Bachchan

[amanda-519]

Your urban legend: The Seaside Spirit. No one has yet to see you directly, but they hear you and see evidence of you along the shore. They townsfolk say you collect the strays and treat them as kin and in return they tell you stories they’ve seen and heard around the town. You leave them food and flowers on the rocky shore. Some people say the only way to meet you is to sit on the shore, face the ocean, and tell a story. If they’re lucky, you’ll come and listen, but if they turn around you’ll already be gone. Those who tell exceptionally good stories find pretty seashells and wildflowers on the way home.

Ahhhh omg thank you! I really wasnt expecting you to give Me a cryptid story about me! I just reblogged your post as a reminder for future Amanda to sent you an ask. So this was amazingly surprising!

Yes that absolutely contains my engery of "pls tell me a story also yay pretty flowers and sea shells" 11/10

Also, a little funny fun fact, last night when I was trying to come up for a cryptid name for you I actually labeled my note as "the bog spirit" before I passed out.

So I guess we were on similar wave lengths!

[loveydoveyfemme-archive]

Thye looks so cool! I love urban paranormal stuff, what are they like?

AHHHH thye is my oldest oc i’ve had her since i was eight whole years old and she’s been through a lot of changes over the years but rn she is essentially. Do you know the kinda girls who are like bitchy and come off as super unapproachable and intimidating and they dress really good and slightly extra and then when you get to know them, you realize they can and would kill and/or die for you without a moment’s hesitation? that’s her.

for example her best friend’s name is jamie (might change it we will see) and jamie and her grew up together in this weird ass environment (i’d have to explain the plot some to explain how they grew up) and then thye was killed and turned into a vampire and she had to dip REALLY FAST because her and jamie grew up being taught to subdue and kill these “monsters” and her becoming one was like worse than if she’d legit died in their eyes and then jamie is sent out w a small team to investigate a reported vampire & it’s thye and thye’s over here like 😳 and jamie’s over there like 🥺 and then bc thye loves her (ride or DIE BABEYYY) she ko’s everyone else on the team but lets jamie run away w her because jamie is ALSO ride or die & refuses to lose her again and thye is like,,,,, Well. i miss my best friend. jakfjskfkskfjs

[thewinterspy]

i was looking for ‘cheaper by the dozen au’ notes for hours in my documents. and then i realized that i saved it as ‘yours mine and ours’. it’s basically a transcript of a conversation i had with @vermofftiss in the sherlolly chat

katie: I see Sherlock and Molly being more of a "Yours, Mine and Ours" type sam: aww, but that means they're both widows katie: Or they could be single people that decided to have kids on their own before they met sam: ooh, true. ... *whispers* what if widows for a moment. stay with me. what if molly was married to tom before sherlock, and all her kids are convinced she's only with sherlock because he looks like tom katie: hmmm. IDK I think that gives Tom too much improtance. I was thinking that Sherlock just keeps ending up with kids by finding them through the homeless network. sam: i was thinking something like that too. like it starts with maybe two or three he has doing  bit of spywork for him katie: he means to just be a temporary waystation until something permenant comes along but then every person that tries to adopt them he deduce something that makes him go "nope!" sam: but maybe they don't take his money and they're like "we'd rather have a bed than be paid" so sherlock's like "alright, keep up though". but then they stay the night, and the next day, and the next day... katie: and it's not even major things it's that he falls for them. yes! maybe molly is raising her siblings. like she had young siblings that she was left to take care of after her dad died sam: ooh yeah, that could be it. oh my gosh are we thinking hard on this au katie: like they can work together and never know the other has kids~ we could totes collab on this fic! sam: oh my gosh that'd be so much fun! well, sherlock being sherlock, he'd probably notice something on molly and be like "are you a mother, molly?" katie: their kids go to the same school, they meet up at the Headmaster's office because they were fighting and it's like... "oh..." sam: "Oh no, i just take care of my siblings" "Oh. okk." katie: yeah! sam: and sherlock assumes that means like one or two -- ohhh no katie: lol Molly is Catholic of course sam: i'm just giggling about all the misunderstandings. like, when molly meets sherlock's kids, and none of them look the same, and he's like "they're all mine" and molly's thinking to herself "really, you must get around" katie: let's do. YES! and none of his kids call him dead. and she's like "my that's progressive" sam: and it's not just for a minute, imagine if it gets dragged out for days katie: i think there should be three each sam: and the kids are offhandedly mentioning the things that happened in their homes before they ended up on streets and molly's just completely bewildered katie: too many and then it's just madness. yeah! like maybe one of their mothers is an addict and still on the streets and she tries to come around for money or something sometimes sam: "my dad says eat your vegetables or you turn into a bird" "my dad didn't like vegetables" "my dad would *never( be able to pronounce vegetable!" can you imagine one of the kids being used as sherlock's pressure point katie: AHHH! sam: sit back and imagine the catatonic rage if one of them was taken. katie: yes that can tie in with the addict mom still on the street sam: can you imagine if one of molly's siblings was taken! katie: like they could be taken together. sam: what if they're all like "we don't like sherlock" but then he saves them and they're like "he's ok i guess" katie: they fight over whose fault it. YES! ok so here it is. the kid is a pressure point so the person in question basically uses the addict mom by getting her set up in a flat with an income and polishing her up to look like she's recovered and she wants her kid back and then they stage the kidnapping to make Sherlock look like an unsuitable guardian sam: OOOH, yes! ..... oh my god, what if moriarty katie: and the poor kid can be conflicted because he really loves his mom sam: because when moriarty was first trying to ruin sherlock, the most important thing to sherlock was the work. katie: but she's not interested in recovering sam: but now it's all about family for him katie: yes! so where will john fit in? or is this after he gets with mary? sam: i think he's probably with mary and baby watson katie: works! sam: but he and mary probably stop by to help with the kids/cases/etc. "uncle john" and "aunt mary" katie: yeah and he's their pediatrician as well or something sam: of course sherlock's like "they're not your aunt and uncle" "whatever you say, dad" "sherlock." "dad." "sherlock." dad." "sherlock." "dad." katie: yeah and toward the end he and Molly find out they're pregnant and when they announce it his kids are like "congratulations, Sherlock" and he's like "You should call me dad." sam: AHHHH that's so cute. ok i'm screencapping this, this is all too great katie: so it can be angst and smut and fluff and everything that is awesome in the universe sam: yessssss. all i really want is sherlock being sherlock-ish with a bunch of kids katie: definitely! sam: BUT there's one small one where he just can't help but be very caring and gentle around katie: no OOC and no crack. yes! like maybe he found that one and he or she doesn't speak. and he can use his skills of deduction to understand what he or she needs or wants sam: g osh i'm just squealing, that's so adorable katie: like it's trauma-related psychosematic mutism sam: of course, if anyone ever told sherlock he was adorable, he'd go into a sulk katie: right!? one big moment in the fic can be after molly and sherlock are together and they're all cohabiting like a real family the little one starts talking again sam: AWWW. ok, my brain gave me this katie: like something super innocuous like "pass the wheetabix. pelase" and everyone is like O.O sam: maybe sherlock's tucking in the little one. he usually doesn't tuck in the kids, but maybe something happens and they ask him to, so he does it. and the quiet one just sort of snuffles and asks about molly. "is molly gonna be our mummy?" katie: awww! sam: and the others just look at sherlock expectantly. im just katie: And they'll definitely need to rent out 221c. OMG all the Mrs. Hudson moments would be priceless. sam: lol, yes! they need plenty of room. katie: Like Mrs. Hudson always has treats for the little ones sam: awww katie: the older ones go in and raid her cupboards without asking and she doesn't mind. sam: by older ones you mean sherlock? katie: like they come straight home from school and instead of going up to 221b they go to Mrs. Hudson and she's always stuffing them with goodies. they sit around and watch jeremy kyle and one of the kids is looming yarn with her sam: what a small sherlolly moment where molly's feeling unsure about taking care of her siblings, because she misses her dad, and something's gone wrong? katie: yes! sam: and sherlock ends up comforting her. but it's sherlock, so he probably does it without realizing he's done it. katie: yeah he helps her realize she can do it. Sherlock's kids help Molly's siblings come to terms with the death of their parents sam: all the squabbles though, can you imagine katie: YEP! sam: sherlock's kids might think molly's siblings are snobbish and ungrateful because "at least you still have a home" katie: i imagine the older ones will get into a squabble and one of Molly's calsl one of Sherlock's street trash sam: ooof, what if one of hte kids say that in earshot of sherlock, who's hurt by it without realizing he's hurt katie: and Molly takes them aside and rails on them sam: because he thinks he's done alright by the kids, but the kids are assuming that sherlock's care is temporary, because they've never had anything permenant katie: aww yeah! yeah realize this will be about a bazillion chapters long! well we definitely need to write this. i know AO3 has a cowriting option I just don't know how it works sam: i'm sure we can figure it out. ao3's not that tricky katie: that's why i love it! of cousre we have to have an epilogue with molly and sherlock's "oops" baby being raised in this epic blended family sam: aww, yes! all these kids need names too katie: like looking at her life and all her awesome brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles and how her family is different from everyone else's that makes her extra lucky. yep! sherlock's kids can have really urban sounding names sam: i think sherlock's kids would probably make something up. like, little nicknames. katie: yeah! sam: oooh, and for the quiet one, maybe the other kids give them a nickname? katie: like they call her Kitty because she likes to curl up in your lap sam: awwww katie: in the official paperwork they settle on "katherine" OMG the older ones prank mycroft whenever he comes round. but kitty is always sweet to him and wants to sit in his lap and hug him and he's just like uhm... sam: "Sherlock what do I do with the small one?" "If you rub her back she hums." *"Sherlock."* "No, honest to god, she does." katie: like maybe he found her hiding in a skip and he had to lure her out with sweeties sam: awww, and what if kitty actually doesn't want to get close to him at first, but maybe he does one of those small monologue things about "it's okay to be scared" and stuff like that katie: yeah!! sam: maybe he finds her on a case! katie: yes! he thinks she might have been a witness. but by the time she's able to talk about it it's too late to do anything about it... legally. so they go vigilante justice on their ass sam: oooh, yes! katie: ooh ok so he lures her out with food! sam: Yes! oooh, maybe he just happens to have a sweet in his pocket because mrs. hudson was handing candies to the other kids? katie: at first he's just trying to get her out but she won't so he and John get sandwiches and just sit by the skip and lay an extra sandwich a little bit away from them and start eating and are like "mmm sure its good!" and she kinda sneakily gets closer and closer and they pretend not to notice that she sat down beside them and started eating the other sandwich

[millepara]

kiratto prichan episodes 30 through 34!! spoilers (I DID IT...)

awwww yeah it’s O sha ma TRIIIIIIICKS!!!!!!

I downloaded the full version of Go! Up! Stardom! between the last ep and this one and it’s really good. it’s super good. it’s such a great song.

buying the single candy it takes to enter the bogus Halloween competition would be about 100 yen, which is the same price it costs to enter a prichan game competition in real life (because you have to pay for your game), so that seems reasonable to me...

I’m shocked that Anna wasn’t taken in by that awful dress. I didn’t give her enough credit.

...she was just taken in by the idea of competition.

pshuuu...

PLAY SOUND!!!!!!!!!!! 💘⚡️🎸🎵💣💖❗️🎹

ahhhh... thank you for this perfect song, Meltic Star......

I hope Mel just breaks the unsolvable wire puzzle apart. that is the true solution.

YES! Mel found the answer, I knew she would.

are they even going to get a kiratto button for this? what’ll come out if they do...?

but yaaay at last it’s Cometic Silhouette in their new coords. again, I don’t really like them (mostly those weird fur donuts around their arms? that should obviously be a fur jacket or something that makes more sense, but???) but they def look way better with this song than their other coords did.

in the end... Anna did get taken in by the horrible dress. I knew I gave her too much credit.

OSHAMA TRICKS has a SONG with LYRICS AND STUFF playing in the background...!!!! ohhhhhh!!! they’re maybe gonna get a performance and a brand and stuff in the game maybe??!! AhhHH?!!! I hope so, I’m so excited!!!!!

I love Anna’s passion and innovation for revenge. it’s really drawn me to her as a character.

I also love that it often leads to her getting rescued romantically by Sara. thank you, prichan.

ARGH I forgot to check the credits to see if OshamaTricks’ song had a name. time to reload the entire ep.....

...it’s just called The Oshama Tricks Song. this was not worth the reload, it didn’t even have a romanization of their name like I was hoping. sigh

ep 31!!

haha, this Ciao knockoff magazine is called Chanpu. or Champ. what a perfect name for a shoujo manga magazine

how is this undercover mangaka eating with a mask on?

why is her editor Black Jack?

glasses Meltic Star... I can’t wait to see their awful drawings.

does Rinka’s weird fish have human lips?

is there a prichan door in this mangaka’s house??

.....ep 32!!

an urban legend about a mysterious Whipped Cream-san who grants wishes if you find them... I can’t think of anything but Junji Ito’s Lovesick Dead, which didn’t turn out too great.

...which is why this opening scene feels straight-up creepy to me, for absolutely no reason lmao

oh, so he’s Mirai’s mom’s friend?

man, even the lyrics of Go! Up! Stardom! are super good. I’m feeling Start Line-levels of emotion thinking about it. emoi

the only thing I’ve managed to gather about Mr. Whip so far is that he’s gross.

Anju said something before about how the next time she comes back she’ll be..... and didn’t finish her sentence, but she appears to be back. maybe she meant back as Anju instead of in ‘disguise’?

I’m kind of excited for a new Kiratts song but I just like Super Cutie Super Girl so much, what if it’s worse....

oh, it’s this waffle coord I’m not super into. hmm..... not super into the song either... too bad. the dance is really cute though.

they got unit kiratto coords!! but they’re still all on separate stages..... COME ON, prichan, fix this travesty already

Hikari(?) is taking English lessons outside of school. then why didn’t she understand ‘thirteen’ in the earlier ep.....

Whip isn’t Mirai’s mom’s friend, he’s her husband. so Mirai’s father is gross then

...episode 33!!

it opens on the Meltic Star channel!! an ep about Sara!! excellent. I deserve this.

Anna told her fan that she’s not allowed to wash her hands for the next 500 years. a-anything you say, Anna-sama...... ;;;;

Mel killed her fan.

Sara just killed me..... so cool... 💘

Sara’s lil bro Taro is named after Okamoto Taro, who made the actual Tower of the Sun, which I currently live under or something, basically. this is... the second time I’ve talked about Okamoto Taro in my pripara/chan ep writeups.

Sara lives IN the Guggenheim Museum......

hee heee hehehee ehe Sara has Anna dolls... so do I hehehe

whoa, I just noticed Go! Up! Stardom reminds me of some Deresute song. what is it.... this is going to bother me for the rest of my life. I will say that the B-side on the album, Akiiro Tweed/Autumn-Colored Tweed, is legit the same song as Crazy Crazy from Deresute though, so I’m not enormously surprised....? not saying it’s on purpose, it just is the same.

Cotton-chan isn’t cute. I’m not big on Kiracchu either tbh... hmmm

OSHAMATRICKS!!!!!!!!! oh my god they’re appearing so much, are they really going to be real idols?!

that’s a really big Anna doll...... I want it

this is the most ridiculous training. this Silk-chan solution is ridiculous.

Usacha!!!!!!!!!  amazing!! you’re the cutest character in this entire ep Usacha

oh there’s one of the.... uhhh I forgot what they’re called. prism... um, pets ;; uh

I’m exhausted just watching Sara. we all know everyone’s gonna know by the end of the ep, just give up already

I’ve had Cometic Silhouette stuck in my head alllll day today, it’s such a relief to finally hear it for real.

Sparking Guitar Rhythm... for me

they got weird recolors of their kiratto coords in kiratto chance. are those real coords in the game? I’m so out of it, I don’t know anything that’s going on

ahhhhh Sara was chosen as the cutest character of them all. she deserves it. and so do I.

but man, I was sure the reveal that she turns into a blob in front of cute things was inevitable, but they kept it a secret! what a surprise! personally I’m in the camp that not everyone needs to know fucking everything about a person, so if it makes Sara happy to keep this under wraps, I think that’s fine? I’m sure there’s people out there of the opinion that she should stop keeping it secret and see that no one will stop being her fan because of it, a la Sophy, but... I’m sure that’s going to happen before the end of the season anyway, lmao. and she didn’t seem to be particularly under duress from keeping it secret (aside from the Oshama Tricks interference), she just wanted to keep the Meltic Star status quo, and like, if that makes her happy?? I think that’s fine?? maybe it’s just my Extreme Meltic Star Bias talking though. anyway it was interesting to see this situation resolved differently from the way it usually is.

episode......34!! I ran the whole marathon!! I’m finally here!! soon, no one will be able to spoil me, about anything!!

this ep’s supposed to be like danpri I guess, but..... we’ll see.

.....and it’s over. whew, I didn’t care about that ep at all. too much arguing. but next week is about the past of prichan! I don’t think I’ll care a ton about these prichan grandmas, but boy do I love some lore. can’t wait to overanalyze the ancient history of youtube.

[binniesthighs]

You deserved to feel looooovvvveeedddd

But like YOU WORK AT A ZOO THATS SO FUCKING COOL (skzoo 👀) but god damn those writing classes are definitely doing something cause you are so fucking talented and just 😍 I’m talking to an author who’s gonna be famous in the future ohmy

do I really make you smile??🥺

Honestly those sugar daddy messages are becoming more appealing but like unless it turns out like a fanfic where that person is an idol or a very wealthy young person who doesn’t expect anything in return at the start cause they just wanted someone and then feelings grow I don’t want it.

That Minho ai fic is like 😧(in a good way) it’s amazing you’re amazing if you do decide on doing the nsfw version I bet I will love it even more and then that Felix one AHHHHHH YOU SPOIL US I nearly cried it was just so fucking sweet and that god damn chan one I read it when you posted it and that’s all I’ve been able to think about ever since is just prince chan and fucking badass spies I love it

(I have a tone of voice over this??)

I FUCKING SCREAMED WHEN THEY CAME OUT IN THE COSTUMES EVERY PART OF IT WAS JUST FUCKING AMAZING WATCHING IT MADE ME LAUGH SO MUCH AND IT WAS JUST AMAZING AND THEY NEVER FAIL TO SURPRISE ALSO THE KINGDOM STAGE I DIDNT WATCH IT LIVE BUT I SAW IT NOW AND THE FUCKING HAIR I JUST 😱 i feel bad cause there’s no audience so whenever they finish it’s quiet and that’s how i feel when anyone performs online cause like if people were there, there wouldn’t be a quiet moment. - 🌹 (nearly left that out again oopsie)

As do youuuuu 🥰

Hehe and I do! It’s def not as fancy as it sounds 😂 I do mostly virtual work for one of their research organizations that’s associated/ran out of the zoo so it’s kinda indirect 😅 I do research on urban wildlife and how the pandemic has effected them :)

And AH AH thank you so much 😭 I try the best I can with the stuff that I’m learning hehe, recently I’ve been doing non-fiction writing for my classes and it’s a fun change 😊 ahhhh gosh I am so flattered 🥺

...are you saying I should write a sugar daddy au? AHA i read a really good sugar daddy au once on AO3 for seventeen and I STILL think about it ahahaha I love that concept!

sweet 🌹thank you so much too!! I’m so happy ya like the Felix fic and 1-800!! Hopefully the nsfw version will come out soon eeeeee! AND THE CHAN ONE I’m so EXCITE ahhhhhh (also did you pick up on the lil magical aspects sweet like strawberry?? Perhaps a cameo from a mythical being?? 😏)

BUT YES the SKZOO costumes I was CACKLING I’m so happy they did that and the selfies they posted after??? We are so blessed!! I might have.....stayed up to watch the kingdom performance which was at like 5am my timezone 😅😅😅BUT OMG IT WAS SO WORTH IT 100/10 the seggsiest and coolest thing they’ve ever done!!!!! I hope they know we’re all cheering for them too 🥺