What if a new attraction is added to the Egypt section, and it’s no other than Queen Nefertiti. (Or Queen Neferbitch, if you ask Ahk).
And then at her first night at the museum the first person she meets is Larry and she goes all heart eyes (You can tell Ahk is a jealous little brat).
She goes all seductive and is like ‘Lawrence Daley, Guardian of Brooklyn, would you mind give me a tour of your museum?’ and Larry, as the goodhearted but naive dude he his agrees gladly and Ahk is fuming.
Ahk grabs one of Larry’s arm, stares angrily at Nefertiti and is like ‘Keep your hands off MY guardian, your overrated harpy’ and Nefertiti glares right back, with an eyebrow arrogantly raised, and is like ‘Well, at least my name has gone down in history, unlike yours, your spoiled, whiny, mama’s boy.’
And Larry is seriously confused as the two rivals screams at each other and is just like ‘Guys, please, stop.’
Requested: hi, this is long request
but its been on my mind for a while. could you do one where your on tour with
shawn. where shawns at rehearsal so you’re on the tour bus waiting. you try to
stay awake to see him once he finishes but you cant so you fall asleep on the
little couch thing in there curled up in his sweater listening to his album on
your phone. he finishes his rehearsal comes back to see you sleeping (he
smiles) moves you to his bunk and falls asleep with his arms around you. Please
on tour with your boyfriend. Its really great that you get to see tons of cool
places and you get to travel with him, but sometimes it can get really boring.
You spend a lot of time waiting for him when he’s doing press or rehearsing.
Tonight is no different. It’s already midnight, but Shawn is still in
rehearsal. You’re waiting for him on the bus because you want to stay up to see
him when he gets out. You’re watching videos on your macbook, when you realize
you’re cold. After looking everywhere for your sweatshirt, you can’t find it.
However, you find Shawn’s laying on the counter where he left it. You pull it
on and breathe in his scent still on it. You close your computer and curl up
cozily on the couch. While you wait for Shawn, you decide to play his album on
your phone. You don’t realize you’ve fallen asleep until you hear the bus door
open and voices come onto the bus. You open your eyes to see Shawn smiling down
are you doing out here, babe?” He asks you since you’re on the couch and not in
wanted to wait for you to come back before I went to bed,” You answer sleepily.
sweet.” He replies, leaning down and picking you up into his arms. He carries
you to his bunk and kisses your forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He says before
disappearing. You’re about to drift back to sleep when Shawn returns. He had
changed and brushed his teeth, now he crawls in next to you, both of you barely
fitting on the skinny bunk. He takes the outside so you won’t be the one to
fall of the bunk.
wraps his arms around you, and holds you close to his warm body. “Goodnight
(Y/n), I love you.”
you,” You manage to mumble back before drifting off to sleep.
On days when neither you nor Brad want to do anything
productive, you’d spend at least an hour lying in bed together after waking up.
Brad’s arms would be wrapped around you, loosely but securely. He’d rub his
hand and fingers up and down your spine slowly as you two spoke of random
topics that came to mind. You’d talk about new music and touring, your work and
school, how much you loved each other, and even the weather.
When your stomachs start to growl, you’d both trudge to the
kitchen slowly, already missing the warmth of the bed. You’d whip up some
pancakes from a mix and go to the living room when they’re done. You and Brad
would cuddle on the couch under a blanket whilst eating your brunch and
watching cartoons. You’d laugh at the silly shows, and snuggle up against one
After watching TV for a while, the two of you would break out
the board games. Brad would let you win, just to see the big smile on your face
when the game was over. He’d grin at you, congratulate you, then challenge you
to another game. After winning your third or fourth game, you’d grow suspicious
of him letting you win. He’d deny the accusation, of course, but you’d know he’s
lying. It would make you smile, though.
After having a simple dinner of ordered pizza, you two would
spend the evening in the bath. There would be candles lit all around the room
and faint, relaxing music playing in the background. You’d both be so relaxed
and calm from your lazy day spent inside that you’d go right to bed after the
bath and fall asleep almost instantly in each other’s arms.
That’s exactly what you’re doing right now! Or well, you just texted Mishka double checking that you got the time right. You think you did - you’re nearly always punctual, unless a case causes you delays. The two of you only spoke briefly over trollian, to set things up; you want to make a good impression. You may be the higher blood, but that also means you have an example to set!
You look in one of the glass pieces nearby to try to check your reflection. No good; your face is all distorted. It’s funny to peer at, though, and you smile slightly. You chose to not wear facepaint for the date; some people are odd about the church, and well, you can’t entirely blame them. Besides, you’re off work right now; being an honorary member hardly matters.
Your dress is fancy, but not excessively so, and you intentionally bought one with some blue close to Mishka’s color to compliment her. Hopefully she likes it! Or will it come off as too much? Well, fretting won’t solve anything. You don’t want pressure her into anything, that’s all! She ought to feel like she’ll have a good time, no matter what happens.
You see the lobby door open and a crack of moonlight shine through, your ears perking up. You unconsciously pat your hair, making sure it’s still in place.
request by Anon:Taehyung, Smut, [ Touch - Writer’s Choice] + “Let me show you how much I missed you.”
[!] Daddy kink, mild dirty talk, overstimulation.
You wake to the feel of fluttering eyelashes against your neck; the delicate touch making your skin prickle into goosebumps just before you feel lips connect against your sensitive flesh. Keeping your eyes closed as you wade through your sleepy haze, you indulge in the feel of large hands skimming along your every curve. As it travels inch by inch, you’re reminded of why you had not a thread covering you, due to the night before. Vivid memories of Taehyung bloom against your dull mind, of him /finally/ coming home from tour and /finally/ capturing your lips with his own. His words of praise still danced along your skin, his admirations of /how beautiful you were/ still making your heart hammer within your chest.
Taehyung moves his lips down your neck, savoring the sweet taste of your skin under his tongue while his hands find the apex of your thighs. With a gentle touch, he pushes your legs apart to draw lazy circles around your clit. Still sore from the previous night, you can feel him grin against your throat when he’s met with your sharp intake of air. The heat that had consumed your skin from the prior evening is quick to find its way along your every nerve, making you lightly whimper as Tae comes to drink the noises eagerly from your lips. Every noise you make has his skin tingling in the best of ways, as though the stars inside of him stirred just for you.
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*your muse has just reached a rather large settlement and quickly was greeted by a woman with a smiling face* hello and welcome to conkurd please if you would not mind a tour please fallow me.* your muse was soon greated with the sight of four heavily armored settlers kicking in the door of a place* oh dont mind that its just srgt rex enforcing the law
It had been 3 weeks of shuffling from city to city; different hotels, different venues, different middle of the night adventures. But your time was up and reality was pushing it’s way back into the forefront of your mind. He only had a month of tour left and you’d lasted longer before, but your rational side refused to show while you were laying in bed, a heavy arm anchoring you to the body pressed against your back.
You peaked over at the clock on the nightstand, naively hoping you were wrong and you still had a day left. “Don’t go,” Luke mumbled in your ear, voice full of sleep. A small smile played on your lips before you groaned lightly at the thought of being home. Alone. Miles away from your dumb boyfriend again.