#different convo 😇

[hqg1c]

often i think “god why do i literally see the world through a lens of ponies and furries i need to start making real art and thinking about deep and interesting things” but i remember the ~5 year period in which i banned myself from engaging in any pony media and it made me even more rabid so there’s actually no point to that at all

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

this is a bit of a different request but could you do snippets of what the reader and Tangerine’s banter would look like? Anything from relaxing at home to sprinting through missions. Feel like their interaction would be everything, especially when lemon enters the convo 😇

I feel like ive definitely done something like this before but idk where it would be (think it was for💺anon) but I can definitely do more. love it!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

TALKS & CONVOS WITH TAN.

tan: you seen my boxers? the ones from the radiator

you: I don’t know, haven’t seen them

tan: you sure?

you: yeah

tan: you lying?

you: yeah

tan: you wearing them?

you: yeah

——————

tan: can you put the kettle on?

you: ask polly

tan: who the fuck is polly?

you: you know, that nursery rhyme? ‘polly put the kettle on’

tan: you dick

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—in bed about to go sleep—

you: what are you doing? why are you turning over?

tan: huh?

you: why are you pulling the covers up? what you doing?

tan: what?

you: are going to fart and trap me under the duvet?

tan: well, not now

you: pig

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you: when you go to the shop, can you get me something?

tan: no

——————

tan: you cow

you: you pig

tan: fuck you

you: pardon?

tan: you heard me

tan: kidding. love you

you: feelings not mutual

tan: pardon?

you: you heard me

——————

tan: would you just pick something?

you: don’t rush me

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you: I can do it myself

tan: I know, but let me help you

——————

you: lem just told me something embarrassing about you

tan: no he didn’t

lem: I kinda did

you: eek, pretty embarrassing

——————

you: wanna watch kitchen nightmares?

tan: I can’t watch that again

you: what? why would you say that?

tan: eh?

you: you just said you don’t love me

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—on a mission during stake outs—

lem: ravioli or tortellini?

you: what’s the sauce?

lem: whatever. you pick. whatever you fancy

you: what’s the filling?

lem: up to you

you: what’s it for? dinner? or just the one I prefer?

lem: either

you: I don’t know, depends what mood im in

lem: let’s say a mood like now

you: oh then probably neither. not really in a pasta mood right now

tan: oh my god, would you both shut up

…

lem: he’s just jealous because he didn’t get asked

you: the weirdo probably doesn’t even like pasta

tan: I hate working with you both together

[serejae]

I DONT FEEL LONELY WHEN I SEE HER | SEOK.MATTHEW

WHAT ! - matthew bf thoughts for my menda😇

WHEN ! - (warnings) fluff, kissing, petnames

WHO ! - i get you. ill be completely new to a group but THATTTTT one is my man. ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY MENDA BOOKIE SNOOKS😇

! - dating matthew is like a breath of fresh air, he isnt too distanct nor suffocating

! - i think thats mainly based on the fact that he took time to study and know you before he asked you out. by the time it was your 1 month he already (been) knew the temperature you like certain drinks, how much milk is too much in your cereal, and if we wanna be normal, when you need space

! - i feel like the trope that most resonates with matthew to me, is bestfriends brother. him and his sister have such a cute bond that i feel like he’ll recognize some of his sisters friend, but when it was you it was different. he couldnt pull himself away, his sister quickly caught on and realized what he was up to (before helping you both out)

! - matthews favorite parts of his day is definitely the morning and nights time. how he’ll wake up with you in his arms taking some time to admire you before carefully sneaking off and getting ready for the gym. he’ll wait for the clock to go off at a certain time that he memorized to start making your breakfast and drink, cause by the time you get ready and freshen up it’ll be the perfect temperature

! - speaking of gym, i see some people describe matthew as friendly, in which yes he is BUT HE DOESNT HAVE EYES ON ANYOJE BUT YOU. in his mind you guys already have a white fenced house with a dog and 3 kids running around. but i digress, he’ll call you and work out while talking to you because there’s nothing that gets him more pumped than you. if any other person tries to talk or hit on him he’ll act like he cant hear them through his headphones as he speaks to you

! - he loves the night time, because after a long day or you both being tired and stressed at least he knows he can come home to you and relax with you in his arms again. he loves how his day begins with you and ends with you

! - if hes away he’ll definitely buy a stuff animal that reminds him of you before the trip and take photos of it doing the most basic things “look were on a breakfast date:)” captioned to a photo of a breakfast platter with the stuff animal sitting infront of it sitting straight up (he adjusted it making sure ur postures always right)

! - his family loves you, they hear all abour you 24/7. his family knows that when matthew cherishes something he means it. mattthew has a big heart that he doesnt take for granted , he’ll try to bring you over to canada as much as he can to bring you to his family, talk about his childhood town, as well as trying his favorite childhood snacks

! - you dont have many arguments with matthew but when you do, he does get rather defensive wanting to defend himself but after a couple arguments with you he learned that being defensive wouldnt get him anywhere, so he tries to keep his composure. on those days he does slip up, he reflects why and what made you two get here. afterwards he’ll try to start a convo so you both can go back to normal and the way he missed

! - sometimes to matthew he gets tired of the basic ways of showing affection. he loves physical touch yes, but he knows you know he basically latches onto anyone he loves. so he decided to make a new system for you, and just for you. he loves you more than the words i love you, i love you isnt enough to describe his love for you so he tweaks it a little. he’ll say phrases that make your heart flutter

“i wanna be with you in every life time”

“you make me believe in love”

“you make me feel safe”

“you look like the in bloom instrumental”

! - matthew would love to indulge in your interest, could be as adventurous as rock climbing to as calming as bird watching. he never complains. if you like it , he does too

! - he loves to try new things with you. he wants his first to always be with you, if the members invite him to go to a new amusement park he’ll drag you along or go later with you because he knows he’ll constantly be in a state of mind of “yn wouldve liked that”, “i wish yn couldve seen that”

! - please. before there was rizz king matthew, the amount of tries he took on you. you were his first victim at all his flirting attempts. more of them making him look silly than 🫦🫦 but youd never tell him that. for all he knows he is your rizz king❤️

! - everything always relates back to you somehow. if someone asked him what happiness meant to him the conversation will lead back to you. if someone asked him if he knew the technique of how to make the best slime, its still gonna lead back to you

! - yeah sure you’ll have to fight jiwoong and gunwook every so often for your own boyfriend but hes worth the fight right? or at least thats what he constantly tells you 🤨

! - when matthew loves you you know he does, not because he tells you all the time but its the little things he does that remind you “im right here if you need anything”

[eoieopda]

for absolutely no reason at all

svt members as your partner when you come home from work and become the equivalent of a dead fish because your job has sucked your soul from your body and you have nothing left to give but a few halfhearted flops

LET’S FUCKING GO.

seungcheol and jeonghan also have dead fuckin batteries.

they’re on the ground when you walk in the door. they may or may not have a “reason” for it, but they are fully in starfish mode on the floor, unwilling and unable to be moved. nobody is talking because that takes more energy than either of you have to spare, but it’s nice — finally being able to be quiet. it’s like the at-home equivalent of hiding in the work bathroom/walk-in freezer/whatever to have just a SINGLE MOMENT OF PEACE. sometimes, you just need a good Floor Sit™️. ya know? but…. you’re gonna order the takeout, right? their phone is a meter away, and they cannot be assed to sit up to grab it.

mingyu, joshua, and seokmin are gonna nurture the shit out of you.

you may be a shell of a person rn, but that just means there’s room for whatever criminally delicious thing they’re going to cook for you. they keep looking over their shoulder to check that your soul hasn’t left your body; and they only step away from the stove to top up the drink they made for you. tbh i would not put it past any one of them to hand feed you because they’ll be goddamned if you have to lift a finger. they’re also team Self Care™️ but you have to be the one applying their face mask because they got some in their eye last time and wailed for many minutes about it. y’all are also accidentally drunk on a week night. ooops 😇

jihoon, minghao and chan have already asked whether you want to vent or brainstorm solutions, and you chose the latter.

now, they’re actively listening to every single thought you have about your garbage day. they’re highly emotionally intelligent + pragmatic, so they have 10/10 insight to share without seeming pushy or patronizing about it. when you have a plan worked out for how to tackle xyz bullshit on zero (0) brain juice, they say or do something unexpectedly ridiculous in the midst of this ocean deep convo. that makes you crack tf up. you no longer wait for the sweet release of death 💘

👆🏻if you chose to vent, vernon and seungkwan are ready to rumble.

vernon sits quietly next to you (like, if you’re sprawled out on the living room floor, so is he; no questions asked). he soaks up every little word while emoting perfectly when your dramatic/comedic retelling calls for it. truly a 10/10 audience. you’ve never felt funnier/more interesting, and THAT is the spark you needed.

seungkwan, on the other hand, is getting amped with you — he doesn’t know who he’s fighting, but bitch, hold his americano because he’s coming out swinging. importantly, you’ve aired all your grievances and feel less like you’re being crushed to death under the heavy boot of a capitalist existence ✨

soonyoung, junhui, and wonwoo are on the emotional disaster clean-up crew — but in different ways.

you may be a flat tire, but even those can rotate, so soonyoung is doing his best to get you moving. he knows that partaking in a hobby of some sort is A Lot™️ right now, but it’s also the only thing that will restore your will to live. he’s right. you’ve successfully fought off the intense guilt that comes with foregoing joy due to exhaustion; and you have [insert labor of love project] to show for it.

junhui is more mellow in that he’s fine to leave you as a lump on the couch; HOWEVER, he’s going to be doing silly shit in your peripheral vision until you finally notice and start laughing. who ordered the prop gags? it’s a one-man show and it’s INCREDIBLE. he tires himself out and you both sleep like fuckin babies, and it doesn’t take you 59 years to force yourself out of bed the next morning 👏🏻

wonwoo, on the other hand, is subtle with it. i feel like he would dump himself next to you on the couch, pull up some sort of video game, and be content to exist quietly in your proximity. but just because you’re not talking doesn’t mean he’s not pulling shenanigans. i feel like he’d find the most fucking RIDICULOUS mods known to man (ex. replacing the dragons in skyrim with thomas the tank engine), or make a character that looks like you and run around doing super dumb shit that doesn’t advance the story but makes you cackle. he’s got that very specific lil wonu smirk going on, too, because he knew he’d be successful.

[angel-in-your-basement]

Dear Cala I know this is fantasy and you are taken but I have thoroughly enjoyed your posts and everything here as you keep everything interesting as you branch into different directions and I am not into some things but I like others and probably still exploring at an older age. Thank you for the excitement and entertainment. Brilliant. I'd say by the look of your notes that your DMs are probably brimming. I have an excess of different porn gifs and photos from outside Tumblr and Tumblr too if you are interested in viewing but I understand if you don't. I'm respectful and not judgemental. I know this is entertainment and know there are real people on the other side of the phone. Your words are exhilarating and you got me at "Can I be your fleshlight"? Hahaha. Have a great day or night.

Hiya! I appreciate the respectful approach. For clarity, I’m in an open relationship (only on my side tho 😇), but I don’t bother putting that in my bio bc I don’t actively use Tumblr to find partners.

As for gifs/photos, they just do nothing for me, so I’m not really interested in that. You can message me, but honestly, I’m pretty bad at replying these days. I do like talking to ppl, but convos on here just rarely go beyond dry or horny in my experience. Your best bet is to send more than just “hey, how are you” / “great blog” / “you’re so hot” if you wanna chat.

I hope you have a great day or night too 😊

[theforgottenmcrmy]

live reactions to house of the dragon season 2, episode 7

as always, this is just for fun🖤

spoilers below the cut

Has EVERY episode’s intro been slightly different this season, or am I losing it?👀

Getting right into it.

I’m going with others on this one in saying Rhaenyra initially might have believed Laenor had returned🥲

Syrax and Seasmoke reunion is probably not what they would have imagined either…

Addam: “you gotta believe me, this dragon chose ME😅😅😅”

Alicent talking about women being cast aside or hated as though she did not facilitate BOTH of those things being done to Rhaenyra many times over🫥

So it was Seasmoke Rhaena tried to claim previously, and it “nearly devoured her”…. And yet they expected better results with someone who had even less Targaryen (AND Velaryon) blood than Rhaena?😅

“What if the rider? Do we know who he is?” YOU should know him, Corlys😂

I love you Rhaenyra but Syrax isn’t give Aemond and Vhaegar any second thoughts😅😅😅

“A common shipwright vows to serve you, while your brother seeks to destroy you.” Nothing but facts here 🫡

“Let us raise an army of bastards.” POETIC JUSTICE, IM HERE FOR IT 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

“Well done” is all Corlys has to say. Not sure why part of me expected more.

I love how Oscar Tully isn’t scared of Daemon. Tell him like it is, my lord.

The fish scale looking armor is so cool.

Ser Simon’s looking nervous as hell😅😂

“The King in the Riverlands!” “The King in the-“ oh wait, wrong show😅

Wait, what’s going on👀👀👀

Wowwwww, Daemon’s really just gonna stand by while this goes down?!?

Oh wait, it’s even WORSE, WTF——-

See, I’ve let most of the changes slide without comment, but now this is a change that I HAVE to comment on. How are we supposed to believe that House Blackwood won’t be bitter with Daemon now after what happened to Willem?! And they were one of Rhaenyra’s most steadfast supporters in Fire and Blood, no?!?!

Aegon’s looking 20+ older😅

I wish I could feel more sympathetic for Aegon. But I remember what he did in season 1, and I’m not willing to overlook it.

Alicent gave up on parenting her Aegon, so Larys is stepping up😇

“I am of salt and sea.” Isn’t that almost verbatim what Baela told Corlys the heir to Driftmark needed to be?👀

Noooooo, please don’t send the children to Pentos😭

Rhaena “time to shoot my shot” Targaryen. Just like her mother with Vhaegar.

“Mongrels.” *”really?!* look from Rhaenyra😂

“Did you think I would have dark hair?” WE CANNOT HAVE THIS CONVO RIGHT NOW, please. My heart cannot take this….

I stg if this is there last serious convo before the Gullet…

Jace begging Rhaenyra not to pursue the lowborn dragonriders in order to protect his own claim in the future… echoes to young Rhaenyra arguing with Viserys about being replaced with Alicent’s children💔

Also, Jace foreshadowing almost verbatim as to what will happen with the two Betrayers…

I’ve decided Ulf isn’t a Targaryen bastard at all, just a drunk who crafted a clever lie to keep him drinking for free.

Now Hugh, on the other hand- I’m more inclined to believe his story. Regardless of what happens.

Really? The dragon keepers abandoning Rhaenyra in her hour of need? It’s a good thing they didn’t exist in the book, because something tells me if they did, they wouldn’t have done that🤷🏼‍♀️

Rhaenyra’s outfit though👌🏻

As happy as I am to see Baela present and offering her support, Jace’s absence is even more apparent🥲

Also, and this is extremely random, I love how whenever we have Dragonstone scenes, we can always hear dragons in the background. Makes the emptiness in GOT scenes in Dragonstone heavier.

Loveeee that some of these “Targaryen bastards” have dark hair. Lends weight to Targaryen white/silver hair need not always be dominant as proof of parentage.

I wanna know how they summoned Vermithir TO the cave… or are there like different caves/“nests” for each dragon?👀 because if that’s true, that’s cool as hell and also extremely practical

RHAENYRA, THE DRAGON WHISPERER/QUEEN🖤

They really all dipped as soon as possible😅

Did Ulf just get swept away, or-

The amount of foreshadowing with Rhaenyra this season is actually insane

Oooo, calling it now, Ulf is gonna go wandering out, and find Silverwing along the way.

Damn, Vermithor really out here just having a snack until he finds who he’s looking for👀

Hugh being claimed by trying to save someone else’s life says something… still wandering what on earth goes wrong

Aw, Vermithor looks kinda happy. Do you think he’s been lonely all these years without the Old King?🥲

Silverwing really just casually nudging Ulf away from her eggs like😂😂😅

Then immediately going, “we gonna go for a flight now, or?!”

Imagine being a peasant in King’s Landing, being on the brink/in the middle of war, knowing almost all Targaryens (that you’re aware of) have dragons of their own, and all the sudden seeing the dragon of Good Queen Alysanne with a new rider, just flying about King’s Landing…

That ending shot though!!!!!🖤🖤🖤🔥🔥🔥

King’s Landing, a certain queen is coming for you🤭🖤

DREAMFYRE?!?! FINALLY?!

I will not survive next week if the Gullet is now moved to season 3. Please💔💔💔

[deepspacedukat]

Praetor’s Pride - Part 4

This is a busy chapter! There’s a lot of stuff! I don’t want to risk spoiling it by saying too much, but uh...it goes in a direction I didn’t initially intend. When I wrote chapter 1, I didn’t plan on this development, but by the time I posted chapter 2 I couldn’t imagine this story going any other way while still making me happy. Also, this chapter is longer than the earlier ones. Anyway, enjoy! 😇

Oh, and credit for the idea about Romulans and lingerie (though in a slightly different context) goes to @bigblissandlove1​! That was a very enlightening convo we had, friend! 👀

Part 1 here. Part 2 here. Part 3 here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

~*~

Praetor Hiren (ST:Nemesis) x Reader; Senator Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This chapter contains smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Arguments, confession of feelings, misunderstandings, interspecies sex, human/Romulan sex, Romulan hand play, emotional vulnerability, innuendo, dirty talk, mild praise kink.

~*~

Letant felt like a trapped animal pacing back and forth in his study. He’d had a feeling that Hiren would keep her longer than she anticipated, so he left a note for her in her quarters asking her to come to his home when she returned. He left transport coordinates and then settled in to pace the length of the room.

He had hoped to approach the next step of their relationship with a bit more delicacy, but her teasing question earlier had sent a jolt of fear through him. He’d been so careful about how he expressed his interest in her. All those months of regulating the level of flirtation he revealed to her and behaving as a gentlemanly yet solicitous prospective mate had been wiped away as soon as she walked out of her bathroom wearing that damnably sexy dress earlier that afternoon.

It was as if he’d been watching their interactions from the outside. He’d pulled her into his arms, practically danced her over to the mirror, then selfishly indulged in a moment of very close physical contact as he practically drowned himself in her scent. Hell, he’d even allowed himself to fantasize about her riding his lok with her dress all bunched up around her waist. Where had his restraint gone?

Likely the same place it had flitted off to when he’d indulged her questions a few months back on Romulan intimacy. They’d both attended a banquet on a Starbase near the Neutral Zone, and two junior adjutants had been caught in a dark alcove doing something that she’d called ‘making out.’ He’d mentioned offhandedly that Romulans didn’t use their mouths for such things, which had only piqued her curiosity.

Letant had deflected her questions for a while claiming that it wasn’t proper to discuss such a topic in public. Once he’d gotten her back to her quarters, however, she pulled him inside quite easily - not that he was resisting, of course - and asked him what Romulans did if they didn’t kiss. By the Elements, he should’ve stopped simply at a verbal answer, but he’d had just enough ale to make him believe that a short demonstration would be a good idea.

Fool.

He’d lifted her hands carefully in his and looked deep into those beautiful, bright, curious eyes of hers as he skimmed his fingertips over her palms. Pouring intention into his every movement, Letant’s breathing sped up considerably when she let out a gasp at the sensation. She must have been able to both see and feel his hunger for her as he spread her fingers gently and traced the length of each one in turn.

The scent of her growing arousal had shaken him back to reality just enough for him to cup her cheeks softly and murmur a rather raspy wish for her to have sweet dreams. After all, they’d both been slightly inebriated. Intoxicated fumbling wasn’t at all how he wanted her to find out that he cared for her.

Letant had thought that his momentary lapse in judgment would have been enough for her to realize his intentions toward her, but when she’d asked why he hadn’t tried to take her for himself, he felt his blood turn to ice. Had she not seen any of his flirtations after all? He’d thought he was being rather obvious as it was, but apparently his actions weren’t obvious enough for her to see how utterly devoted he was to her. All of those months spent protecting her and laughing with her, curing her hangovers and holding her close... He wouldn’t change his past behavior for anything, but did she truly not realize he was trying to court her and find them a worthy third?

As things stood, however, he was left with no alternative but to cut his plan short, lay all his cards on the table, and hope that she wouldn’t reject him. He had to ensure that she didn’t believe that he would simply give her away to some other Romulan when she was perfect for him. The two of them fit together so naturally that the thought of her no longer being a part of his life made his stomach turn.

“Idiot. You should’ve taken the differences in your cultures into account when this began,” he muttered to himself as he walked to the sideboard and poured himself a glass of water. He’d have opted for kali-fal if this wasn’t such an important topic, but he didn’t want his judgment clouded even a fraction. As he took a large swallow and set his glass back on the tray, the familiar hum of a transporter beam broke the silence.

Turning his head, he saw her standing in his study facing the bookshelves and his desk. His moment of truth had arrived.

He allowed himself only a moment to admire the sight of her in his home - in his private space. If she did reject him, he wanted to remember the feeling of joy suffusing him at the image of her in his home. Surrounded by the dark shelves and plush, square furniture, she looked like a spark in an otherwise terrifyingly dull universe.

With a small, nervous smile on his lips, he cleared his throat, and she turned to face him. Was it his imagination, or did she look as nervous as he felt?

“A Federation Ambassador in a Romulan Senator’s home? That’s got to be a first,” she stated as she took a few small steps closer to him. The way her dress clung to her figure only reinforced his opinion from earlier in the day: she was a walking temptation.

Silently, he berated himself for his lack of focus. Clasping his hands behind his back so that he wouldn’t do anything foolish, Letant drew himself up to his full height and took a step closer to her.

“Your opinion on the space?”

“I can’t speak to the rest of the house, but this room is very comfortable...very you. I like it. I dare say I could lose track of time here,” she replied as she stopped directly in front of him. Her expression changed to one of concern as she looked up him. She couldn’t seem to hold his gaze, though, because she looked down and fiddled with one of her fingernails. “Are you alright? I didn’t mean to...I mean, I just feel like I said something wrong earlier, and I want to apologize.”

“You have no reason to,” he said reaching out and tilting her chin up with just the tips of his fingers. “You asked a question that you had every right to ask. I will answer it, but, please, hear my explanation in its entirety before making up your mind. If, afterwards, you wish to leave and never see me again, I swear to you upon all I hold dear that I will respect your wishes and never darken your doorstep as long as I live.”

She looked genuinely worried at that last statement, but she nodded her head, regardless. Thus reassured that she wouldn’t go sprinting from the room, Letant took a deep breath and tried to order his thoughts.

“I’ve been attempting to ascertain where I should begin, but I don’t think there’s any perfect point. I apologize if this sounds poorly organized.”

“Since when do you need to present your thoughts perfectly to talk to me?” She asked giving him one of those gentle smiles that he loved so much. Her hand grasped his as he released her chin, drawing a smile from him.

“This matter is one of the utmost importance to me. It warrants extra care and attention,” Letant stated, and she gave him an encouraging nod of her head. “Our cultures are very different, but we’ve both learned from each other over time. I fear, though, that I have not learned nearly enough to navigate this sort of interaction in a way that would lend any sort of delicacy to the sentiment that I’m attempting to express.”

He’d begun, and after being restrained for so long, all his passion roared at him that it was now or never. There was no turning back now that he’d started down the path.

“I have no idea how to properly romance a Human, but Romulan methods seem not to have been entirely effective. Instead of continuing to attempt to insert Romulan courting cues into the matter, I shall be entirely honest with you,” he said grasping both her hands lightly. Her eyes were wide as she listened to him. Letant knew she was aware of how highly Romulans valued honesty despite not often receiving it. “After all my years as a soldier and a politician, a solitary life is all I ever expected to have. I’d grown jaded and cynical, but when I met you, you challenged every opinion I’ve ever held about non-Romulans. You met my wit, you made me laugh, and most importantly you filled a gap in my life and my heart that I hadn’t even been aware of.”

He cupped her cheeks and skimmed his thumbs over her delicate features.

“What’s worse is that you are so beautiful that you’re constantly stuck in my thoughts. From the first time you laughed at one of comments during a staff meeting, I knew I was in trouble. You tried to cover it with a cough, but I heard you. The sound of your laughter has echoed through my dreams more times than I can count.”

Letant paused to take a steadying breath before continuing.

“The day you shared a drink with me was when I knew for certain the nature of the hold you had over me. What I’m trying to say, e’lev, is that I love you, and I humbly offer myself as your mate, if you’ll have me,” he confessed, and she looked almost too stunned to speak.

“But...B-But if you love me, then why would you try to match me up with other Romulans?” Her voice came out small and confused when she found it, and he took a shaky breath. She hadn’t outright rejected him, but the difficult part was yet to come.

“I believe this is where our cultures differ substantially. I admit, I haven’t communicated my intentions very well, and for that I sincerely apologize. I know I have mentioned traditional Romulan marriages to you before...” He trailed off looking for confirmation.

“You have, but I have no idea what the distinction actually is between a traditional and non-traditional marriage,” she said, and he mentally acknowledged that perhaps that was where his mistake had been.

“A traditional marriage in my culture involves three people. Usually, there is an established pair to begin with, and they, in turn, incorporate someone else as a third. That person is usually already acquainted with at least one member of the pair,” he explained. “As I was already familiar with Hiren, I believed he would make a good candidate.”

Instead of answering, the Ambassador was silent for a long moment as she processed the information she’d been given. Letant’s heart sank when she took a step away from him. Instead of leaving, though, she walked a few steps toward his bookshelves then a few back in his direction.

“Are you trying to tell me that you wanted to share me with the Praetor?” Her question was deadly quiet.

“...Essentially, yes, but–”

“Does Hiren know?”

“Yes, of course, b–”

“And were either of you planning on telling me? Does the one being shared have any say in the matter, or am I just some pawn you were using to curry political favor with the head of the Romulan government?” She was practically trembling with anger, and Letant understood why. He realized that his earlier statement about poor communication was a drastic understatement. As he started to answer her, her eyes widened at a thought. “Hiren said something earlier about my ‘status’ with you. Does he think we’re already together?”

“Why would I need to garner his political favor when he and I have been allies for years? No, I swear to you that you are not a pawn, political or otherwise. I would never disrespect you in such a manner. I...might have implied that we were already mates, but it was only to illustrate to him that you were far superior to the stereotypes that Romulans believe about your people,” he explained.

“You realize that doesn’t help either your case or his, don’t you?” Letant had never heard her that irate. “How dare you behave so presumptuously about me of all people? I have been your friend. I have trusted you with my safety and even my life on several occasions, and this is how you repay that trust? It’s bad enough that you assumed you’d be right about Hiren being a match and preemptively told him I was coming to dinner with you tomorrow night, but to assume I’d say yes to being shared...to being used as some brainless bedwarmer–”

“That is not at all what I want, nor is that what a traditional Romulan marriage entails,” he said hardening his voice. “I admit that I have handled this situation poorly, but I would never disrespect you, and I would certainly never ask you to enter into a situation in which you would be used, degraded, or mistreated.”

Putting all his conviction into his tone, Letant strode over to her and grasped her shoulders lightly.

“You are more important to me than anything in this universe. Whether you wish to continue with Hiren or never see him again is entirely up to you. If you don’t wish for a more intimate relationship to develop between the two of us, I assure you, I will content myself with whatever level of familiarity that you are most comfortable with, even if that means you want me permanently out of your sight,” he assured her looking into her eyes. “E’lev, all I want...all I’ve ever wanted since we met was to ensure your happiness. I know that I’ve gone about this in an idiotic way, but I beg your forgiveness.”

She stared at him - presumably attempting to determine how truthful he was being - for a long enough stretch to make Letant nervous.

“I have never met a more infuriating person than you in all my life, Senator Letant,” she stated, but the acidity was gone from her voice. He blinked and opened his mouth to respond, but he was silenced by her lips meeting his. The kiss was brief, gentle, and almost hesitant on her part, but Letant didn’t dare take more than she was offering. His presumptions had gotten him into trouble already, and he didn’t want to compound that. “You realize, of course, that I expect you to make this up to me?”

“You mean...? Does that mean you forgive me?” He was almost afraid to ask, but he needed to know for certain.

“Just this once.” With a cheeky little smile, she tossed his words back at him from the night before. Letant let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. As she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, all of his emotions rolled through him at once. He swept her up in his arms and carried her to his desk. The little yelp she let out against his lips turned into a giggle that sent Letant’s heart thudding in his side as she clutched him tighter.

This was exactly what he’d imagined for so long. She was in his home, in his arms, and he was finally, finally able to show her his devotion in some small way. He stepped between her legs, keeping one arm around her waist and lifting the other to cup the back of her head as they each explored the other’s lips. Human affection, he mused, was exhilarating.

“I take it you don’t want to leave?” He asked between kisses, and she pulled back just far enough to look into his eyes.

“How could I leave a part of myself?” Her whispered inquiry nearly bowled him over. Letant rested his forehead against hers and barely managed to keep himself from sobbing in relief. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, though. If you’d been honest with me from the start, we could’ve been doing a lot more than just drinking and laughing together.”

Giving her a mischievous smirk, Letant grasped her waist lightly and nudged her nose with his.

“Is that so?” Pleasure bled through him at the blush that darkened her cheeks. She tried to look away, but he caught her lips with his again. She practically melted into him. One of her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer as she returned his passion more ardently than he’d ever expected her to. Gone was his hesitation and his fear of losing her. All he could think about was giving his lover all the pleasure she could handle.

“Wait,” she breathed just as his fingers began searching for the closure at the back of her dress. He stopped immediately and pulled back to look at her. Had she changed her mind? “Letant, I...I’ve never considered the possibility of having more than one partner. I can’t promise I’ll be able to give you the traditional Romulan triad that you were hoping for, but I will keep an open mind. I want to give it a try. Regardless of what happens between myself and Hiren, though, you and I have something that I feel is worth exploring.”

“Then I truly am the most fortunate of beings.”

“Talking about luck twice in one day? Are you sure you’re alright?” She asked burying one of her hands in his hair. Letting out a moan, he nipped playfully at her lips.

“E’lev, I am better than alright,” he crooned grinding himself slowly against her center. She gasped against his mouth, and he trailed his lips down her neck. Letant could smell where Hiren had scented her earlier; the knowledge sent a thrum of pleasure through him. He’d have to ask her later about how their date went, but first, he wanted to make sure she stopped thinking altogether.

Allowing his consciousness to brush against hers, he tried to show her how much he desired her - how much he’d always desired her. Flashes of fantasies and glimpses into his imagination floated from his mind to hers, and the moan that came from her pulled an answering growl from his throat.

“That’s my good girl.” At his praise, her hips gave a small buck against his. “Don’t fret. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

He slipped his hand beneath the skirt of her dress and paused at the feeling of lace covering her modesty. The Senator leaned back just far enough to look at her curiously.

“What have we here?”

“They’re just panties,” she replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Noticing that his confusion hadn’t cleared, she blinked. “Do Romulans not wear underwear?”

Now he was excessively interested.

“We have undershirts for when we venture into cooler temperatures, but this seems entirely different. Let’s have a look, shall we?” Gathering the fabric of her dress in his fingers, he pulled it slowly up and glanced down to see a small, purple garment made of lace hugging her hips and shrouding the softness between her legs in an enticing swath of delicate embellishment. Letant’s jaw dropped at the sight. Every time he thought his little Human had reached the limit of how much she could possibly tease him, he was proved wrong. As if in a trance, he ran his fingertips up the length of her covered cleft. The obscene dampness that had seeped through the thin material practically coated his skin in an intoxicating gush of pheromone-filled arousal. “Fuck...”

At his whispered oath, she spread her legs further in invitation. Her lips trailed down his forehead as he nudged the flimsy fabric aside and slipped a finger through her folds, moaning at the squelching sound that followed. His love’s eyes were molten pools of desire as she watched his exploration of Human sexuality.

“Like it?” How did she manage to sound so innocent when she was leaking all over his fingers like a harlot?

“You are not returning to your ship tonight. I don’t care if you were scheduled for a conference with the President of the Federation himself. Cancel everything. Use me as an excuse. I don’t care what you tell your superiors, but they are not getting you back tonight, do I make myself clear?” Her pupils blew wider at Letant’s firmness, and she rolled her crotch against his hand.

“Yes, Senator. How do you want m–oh!” She broke off with a surprised moan when he thrust two fingers inside her and buried his face in the crook of her neck to start leaving marks.

“Oh, e’lev...I want you just. Like. This,” he rasped, punctuating each word with a curl of his fingers. Letant had researched Human anatomy extensively in preparation for a moment like this. He wanted to be the best mate he could be for her, and that included knowing what places would make her scream for him. “Desperate, dripping...mine.”

Her slick dripped from his palm as he put his dexterous fingers to use stirring her arousal to the breaking point. His thumb found the little bundle of nerves he’d been searching for, and as she mewled in his arms, Letant sped his movements up until she gushed onto his palm. He imagined her convulsing around his lok as she had on his fingers, and he was forced to breathe deeply to regain some semblance of his control.

While she was catching her breath, she started tugging at his clothing. Letting out a small laugh at her eagerness, he gave her a little help finding the closure to his tunic.

“Beautiful girl,” the Senator murmured as he shrugged off his tunic and unzipped her dress. Maybe he could make that little fantasy of his come true after all. Letant unfastened his pants and snapped the delicate lace undergarment with a flick of his wrist.

The Ambassador caught one of his hands in hers and started mimicking the motions he’d showed her all those months ago. Resting his forehead against hers, he slipped his length inside her, moaning her name as she stretched around his intrusion.

From there, he lost himself in her passion. He’d waited so long to make her his, and after such restraint, he craved more: more of her sounds, her lips, her pleasure, more of her. As her shouts mingled with his and filled the study, Letant was determined to give her as many bouts of pleasure as he could before her occupation pulled her away again.

“Ah, I nearly forgot to ask,” Letant murmured a few hours later when they were snuggled up together on the small loveseat near the study window. The sun was just beginning to set, casting majestic warm hues over the whole room and the tangle of nude limbs that constituted their bodies. “How was your time with Hiren? Did he sweep you off your feet?”

His lover had been tracing little patterns on his chest, but at his question, she sighed rather heavily and got to her feet. Without a word, she pulled his tunic over her head and walked toward the sideboard.

Oh dear. He knew that look, and it wasn’t a good one. Surely he hadn’t been that wrong about Hiren of all people? As she poured herself a glass of water, he donned his trousers once more and wrapped his arms carefully around her from behind. Nuzzling into her hair, he adopted the gentlest tone he could muster.

“Tell me everything.”

--

Hiren strode down the hall in Letant’s home that evening, feeling almost giddy about the prospect of his upcoming nightcap with the beautiful Ambassador the next day. He rolled his shoulders and straightened his tunic as he approached the door to Letant’s study. He paused, though, when he heard voices.

“...as if he thought of it as some sort of sick experiment!” That was the Ambassador’s voice. She sounded irritated and more than a little hurt. Protectiveness simmered deep in his chest. Whoever had done this to her would be sure to feel his wrath. “Oh, he was seductive and very complimentary, to be sure, but he shouldn’t need to insult my entire species to flatter me!”

Whoever she was referring to, he sounded dreadful. Why, when Hiren got his hands on him, he’d–

“I’m sure Hiren didn’t mean it that way. I happen to know he’s deeply fond of you,” Letant soothed, and from outside the door, the man in question deflated somewhat. He’d offended her? “E’lev, he is one of the most courteous men on the entirety of my planet, and he’s taken quite a shine to you. He’s reasonable. I’m certain if you explain how he made you feel, he’ll make an effort to learn from his mistakes. After all, you were able to show me how much of ass I’d been, and I’m more arrogant than Hiren by a long shot.”

“I’m certainly not arguing that point, but I hope you’re right. He’s charming, handsome, intelligent...I really do like him. I can see myself falling hard for him, but...” he heard her let out a sigh, “I don’t know if I can handle him thinking of me as some...empty-headed lower lifeform.”

“I don’t,” Hiren said emphatically as he stepped through the door. Both the Senator and the Ambassador turned to face him. He did his best to ignore how heavily the room smelled of sex and pheromones – how much of her surrounded him as he walked. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to listen in. I was coming to speak to Letant, and...well, I couldn’t help but hear what you said, lhhei.”

Hiren took a few slow steps toward her, noting how nervous she looked as he approached. Fear wasn’t what he wanted to inspire in her at all. He kept his voice as gentle as he could when he spoke.

“I don’t think of you as an experiment, nor did I intend to insult your people. I offer you my sincerest apologies, my lady,” he stated as he stopped just in front of her. “You said that I seemed to be the kind of person who didn’t stop at merely surface level when seeking understanding. I realize I’ve already fallen short of your expectations by allowing outdated, xenophobic stereotypes to cloud my thinking, but if you grant me the mercy of a second chance, I swear to you I will do my best to grow. I’ll broaden my knowledge of your people and try very hard not to allow my preconceived notions of Humanity to get in the way. I...”

He reached carefully, gently out and traced the apple of her cheek with the backs of his knuckles. She was already so important to him. He didn’t want to risk losing her.

“I don’t want my foolishness to endanger the bond we’ve begun to form,” he murmured looking into her eyes. The hesitance he found there slowly melted into a small smile.

“I suppose I can give you a second chance, but only on one condition,” she said narrowing her eyes.

“Anything. You have only to name it and I’ll make sure it’s done.” He didn’t hesitate in his promise. He’d pluck the stars from the sky one-by-one and lay them at her feet if he could.

She gestured to a bare-chested Letant to come closer, and once he was within range, she caught one of each man’s hands. Caressing their fingers carefully, she gave them a mischievous smirk. Her expression coupled with her sensual touch made Hiren acutely aware of her state of dress - or undress, rather. A tunic, which the Praetor assumed was Letant’s, reached just barely far enough down her thighs to cover her modesty.

“We were going to meet late tomorrow night, but instead, I want you to join us for dinner, Hiren. Since both of you were in on this little plan to create a romantic triad, yet neither of you saw fit to inform me before today, think of this as a way for you both to make it up to me. After all, if there’s a possibility that the three of us might be bonded someday, it might be a good idea if we become accustomed to spending time together,” she said, and Hiren glanced at Letant. The Senator was already watching him for a reaction.

“That’s a reasonable condition - an easy penance that I am more than willing to pay,” he said taking a small step closer to her and trying his hardest not to think about how soft her skin looked where Letant’s tunic ended. It was practically large enough to be a dress on her, but when she reached up, the fabric would obviously lift past the point of decency. Had he been a less honorable man - or at least a younger version of himself - he would have attempted to provoke such an action. As it was, though, all he did was lift her fingers to his chest and give a respectful bow of his head. “Khlinae arhem, lhhei. I promise I won’t squander this opportunity to redeem myself.”

The pleasantly surprised look on her face was worth his deferential expression of gratitude. Attempting to seem less affected than she was, she lifted her chin.

“You better not, my Lord Praetor,” she emphasized before kissing Letant’s cheek and taking a few steps toward the study door. Hiren tried to tamp down his longing. He’d feel the gentle caress of her lips eventually. He just had to be patient and earn the privilege. “You came to speak with the Senator, so I’ll leave you boys be. Mind if I freshen up, darling?”

“Not at all. What’s mine is yours, e’lev,” Letant replied with a smile. “Down the hall. Third door on the left. Oh, and Ambassador?”

She lifted an eyebrow curiously.

“Now which one of us is disguised as a couch?”

She let out a bark of laughter at the Senator’s question, and as Hiren watched her walk out, he released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“She’s something else, isn’t she, old friend?” Letant asked handing him a glass of kali-fal.

“Indeed, she is. She makes me feel as if I’m a young man falling in love for the first time all over again. She’s remarkable! My heart hasn’t raced like this since the day I met T’Shara. I was a more volatile man back then. Perhaps it’s for the best that my temper has subsided somewhat. I want to give her all the gentleness and all the passion I’m capable of. I don’t know how you restrained yourself for so long,” Hiren said as his shirtless friend lounged in the chair behind his desk. A lump of familiar purple fabric was on one end of the long, polished, wooden surface. “By the way, what did she mean earlier when she said we were both making amends?”

“I...may have neglected to clearly state my romantic intentions prior to this afternoon...”

Hiren’s eyebrows shot upward.

“She must’ve been thoroughly confused, then. You must have offered her a very...fervent apology to be able to end the day with her kissing you. That was your clothing she was wearing just now, wasn’t it?” he asked, and at Letant’s affirmative answer, Hiren mused that at least he wasn’t the only one to make a sizable mistake. All he had to do now was make the proper atonement and hope that she would accept him as readily as she had Letant.

~*~*~

Romulan Words:

e’lev = darling

lhhei = madam

khlinae arhem = thank you (formal, inferior to superior)

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

HI HELLO, I've never written before 👋 but I'm a fan of your writing (🫶) and this type of convo always got me feeling things 💀 The "higher than thou" attitudes around smut needs to go! Read smut without shame. Or don't. It's ok to like different things. We're all different in many ways, and that is okay 👌

To judge others based on their sexual preferences or smut reading, or where they are on the rough or kinky scale, IS SO SILLY, IMMATURE, AND SAD 🧐

YES on "not being into rough sex doesn't equal not kinky" (or not more kinky than your BDSM/rough-loving moots/friends). There's one of 'em right here 👋 as you I am, sadly, also traumatised by bullying and can't handle being roughed up or degraded, but I'm kinky and sure as f not prude, boring or bad 😇

I don't remember who, but a fic writer said something like "I hope you know you don't need to deep-throat to make someone feel satisfied 👀" which is 100% true, like don't underestimate how easy it can be to please a person with a dick lmao (/ said affectionately and respectfully). Don't ever force yourself to go rough/read rough smut if it's not your thing and don't feel bad about it 🩷

Reading smut can really be helpful for people traumatised by bullying, shame culture or w/e. I too almost "flied off the edge" as you said, and various life experiences and upbringing made anything related to sex and intimacy in any form was ruined, traumatic and shameful until adulthood 🙃

Luckily I found some good peni- I mean peeps to help me open up. BUT SMUT?! Literally work therapeutically for me, and has been more rewarding and effective in some areas that irl experiences has or could not be 🤷 I'm sure others can relate. 100/10 stars, recommend.

The ff community is such a big spectrum of people in the sense of why or what we read or write. We got many late bloomers figuring shit out, experienced ones, poly's, married monogamous ones, asexual-spectrum and everything in between who may not engage in anything like it at all outside of this space.

We have a space where people can enjoy things on their own terms, talk with each other freely about things they might never be able irl, and have moots/community with purely smut reader/writers!

And I think that's really neat actually, and if anybody wanna fuck it up for us I will woop their ass 😤💖

(this was a lot, I beg your pardon 👉👈)

Hello @ddeonghwassimp

Firstly, before I respond to this lovely ask (thank you for sending this ask, it's beautiful. )

But I read your Bang Chan fic and it was so soft and beautiful, it was really sweet and comforting to read and you wrote such a great piece for your first ever fic.

You did really well *clap clap*

The audacity for you to take my words and use them as ammo (I'm kidding, I forgot I had written that so thanks for reminding me).

I don't remember who, but a fic writer said something like "I hope you know you don't need to deep-throat to make someone feel satisfied 👀" which is 100% true, like don't underestimate how easy it can be to please a person with a dick lmao (/ said affectionately and respectfully). Don't ever force yourself to go rough/read rough smut if it's not your thing and don't feel bad about it 🩷

But srsly everyone, you don't need too deep-throat and it can be very dangerous if done incorrectly.

I was at support group and expressing my insecurity in wondering if my 'performance' is going to be good on the first go.

And one of the ladies said that if you are enthusiastic, enjoying the pleasure and are vocal about what makes you feel good, then that's all you need to make the experience a great one for both of you.

Which I feel was great advice and helped me feel better about worrying about my performance.

Luckily I found some good peni- I mean peeps to help me open up. BUT SMUT?! Literally work therapeutically for me, and has been more rewarding and effective in some areas that irl experiences has or could not be 🤷 I'm sure others can relate. 100/10 stars, recommend.

Smut is so therapeutic but also so educational in understanding what you enjoy, even just physical things like putting a pillow under your hips will help with g-spot penetration and putting a drop of lube in the tip of a condom can create less friction and heighten the sensation with a barrier.

And this will gives us late bloomers more confidence when we experience our first time because we know our kinks already.

I completely agree with the rest of what you're saying and the smut community is such a tight-knit group and I have met such cool people.

Hate comments absolutely offer no solution when the easiest thing you can do is scroll.

[missdollytheog]

Just seen your convo on tattle. Claire didn’t print out the sun article it was done by her friends and they all signed it. Looks like a box so probs had her present in it. The portrait Claire painted is in the top right corner with the baby. I saw other stories from different angles

Thanks gorgeous 🥰 still a weird get together for 25 years old imo .. but I guess not everyone likes to party 😇

[raziel8]

@Mariana : There's love out there.

@Me : Wouldn't know.

@Mariana : Thats a lie, You would know more than anyone, its out there

Me :(Sighs with a smirk) yeah; It is out there. Just not for me. In my fantasies the most beautiful woman in the world loves me as much as I love her. But that's was just a dream.

@mariana: (eye rolls) Calm down R.E.M

Me: (Sighs with a big smile) Its a good song tho.

@Mariana : What would you do if all these fantasies come flailing around?

Me: It would probably bring me to my knees.

@Mariana: Dude... now you said to much. But seriously what would you do if for some reason she does end up loving you?

Me: What could I do? Its BILLIE FUCKING EILISH I'd be at her mercy by those hypnotic eyes of hers.

@Mariana: Better wear them sunglasses.

Me:Good idea

@Mariana: Hey

Me: Yeah?

@Mariana : I've been wanting to ask you something

Me: Ask away

@Mariana : If you really love her the way you say you do. Why dont you think about her as much.

Me: Well... I actually do. A wise man once told me: "Hey! You've got to hide your love away."

@Mariana : Really Dude? You're hopeless

Me: WHAT....?😏

@Mariana : (eye rolls) Nvm lets go im getting hungry

Me: (pfft)🤭 You can eat this big ass dick

@Mariana : DONT FUCKING START WITH THAT SHIT!!!

Me: Don't yell at me I have asthma 🥺👉👈

@Mariana : no you fucking don't.

Me: 😮‍💨 (Sighs)

No, no i don't.

@Mariana : every time i ask you a question. It leads up to another set of unanswered questions. Without having the answer to the first question.

Me: Think about it, "Why dont you think about her as much? "I actually do.' "You have to hide your love away." I hide my love for her. The world will try to take that from me too.

@Mariana : So they weren't successful?

Me: Hmm..🤔Now that that I think about it. Were they successful?

@Mariana : Well idk? Look at your fantasies, you know the answer. What does it look like.

Me: I see us laughing a lot, on the road to new places. Writing and sharing songs and poems with her.

@Mariana : you know her brother writes...

Me. Yeah. He's a musical genius on his own right.

@Mariana : you think so?

Me: know so

@Mariana : (eyerolls) how do you know?

Me: My amazing powers of observation.

You're about to roll your eyes at me

@Mariana : (rolls eyes) stops halfway through

Me: 🤭

@Mariana : asshole, I hate it when you do that.

Me: you know you love it.😇

@Mariana : 😤

Me: (hugs her)

@Mariana : 😑

Me : Back to our convo, if you listen to Billie's songs. It not just one style, Finnias mixes his style with different genres of music.

@Mariana : examples would be nice

Me: Of course, the song Billie Bossa Nova, Finnias sounds like he mixed his style with this 50's/60's contemporary Jazz. Contrast that song with "Your Power" which has this sweet smooth mixture of acoustic style thats sounds amazing. I can already hear 1000's of virtuoso guitar enthusiasts say I can play better than that... Well, I heard someone say this, and I take this as a wise quote now. and it could be fit for anything and everything. "The beauty lays on its simplicity."

@Mariana: damn, who did you quote?

Me: im bad with names. But he has a show called "Meat Eater" ironically hes a he's a hunter.

@Mariana : 😑

Me. Thats why I said ironically. And this one of many things where you can see different sides of me. And its confusing when you know me for this and others know me for that. I been and lived in so many different views of life. And there is no wrong way of seeing life. We all see it differently. And that ok its what keeps life's experiences more unique. Im lucky to be able to see everyones point of view. We all have this gift of life. We all have the right to exist. We do what we do.

@Mariana : why are you like this?

Me: got carried away again didn't I?

@Mariana : most will say yeah. But no, this world doesn't deserve you.

Me: stop you bring tears to my eyes.

@Mariana : listening to you brings tears to mine.

[krmzyn]

What I’m manifesting!!

(Note: I’m going to link my successes onto these as I go! This isn’t a script, more like a little checklist and motivation ^u^)

(Double note: Most of these aren’t really like the massive kinda stuff you see on most of manifesting tumblr, just stuff that I want/ would make my life easier!)

(Last note: These aren’t in any order.)

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─

More interesting games!!

I haven’t really been able to find many cool games recently, and I’m getting kinda bored lol. Mostly roblox but I’m not opposed to standalone games! (Cough cough a remake of the new mw3 bc it SUCKED 😇).

Slightly altered face!

Just kinda different face proportions, nothing big just some little edits. Also less acne because it’s annoying 😋👍

Gaming laptop and/or pc!

Kinda self explanatory. My laptop atm (as much as i love her) cant rlly run most games well sosoooo ya!)

Good grades and general academic success

Again, self explanatory. I’m doing pretty alright in school but I kinda just wanna boost it a lil

Better luck

I have a stupid little habit of doing stupid little things so yep. Also, it’s better luck. Duh /lh

Generally just stuff I like! (1, 2)

Mostly more like. ‘Surprise’ stuff so i stress less about surprises, but also just cute stuff!

Bigger and differently decorated room

Mine’s a little small for me atm and not really my style as much now

Closer friends & interesting convos (1)

Also extending to not having to reach out as much bc. I’m bad at it 💟

More financial stability and abundance

Speaks for itself 💟

Shifting whenever I want

Again. Duh /lh

Higher pain tolerance

Mines honestly really bad 😭 Like I’m writhing on the floor after leaning my back in the wrong direction like. It is not that big a deal /j

More motivation in general (1)

Depression is folding me rn so. Here we go

A different artstyle! (1)

I love my current one, but I wanna explore more realism and also like cutesy/chibi stuff if that makes sense.

Being less tired

Tbh it’s mostly bc my sleep schedule is horrible but still. Its annoying 😇

Less anxiety / more support (1)

As usual, self explanatory. Mine has rlly sucked lately so I wanna improve on that obvs. From like social anxiety to general ect ect.

More stable body image and body generally

My brain hates me so. No <3

Money!

Yup. Just general money.

More fun/exciting experiences! (1)

My mental health issues and general financial state hasn’t really given me much wiggle room with this kinda stuff, so I wanna experience it now while I still can :D

A good job/career

Def a more long-term thing, but obvs I’m gonna have it.

Less greasy hair

Simple one. It’s not that bad or anything, I just don’t really want to wash it as much.

No allergies

Yup. They’re annoying and I don’t want em

A cat!

I love cats.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─

Began manifesting: 17/12/2023

[nyopilled]

ENTRY #8: 10/07/23

today's song: https://open.spotify.com/track/6TRjT37UyRUVrGg3gTlIqb?si=yLhQn1BsRXucBuxyhdN5Yg

ok i actually forgot to do yesterdays bc i was talking to my mom n having a fun little convo w her which is actually very valid so 😇

TW: mentions of needles, human cannibalism

today i ate, slept, played honkai, read webnovels and did surgery on nui!diluc.

before i talk abt the surgery, ill talk abt the other things.

i watched a documentary abt the el sidrón neanderthals n human cannibalism aside (tht accidentally sent me down a rabbit hole that . made me uncomfortable to say the least.), i think it's fascinating on how this one researcher emphasized that neanderthals aren't humans and arent the same as us (like culture, build, etc). i mean hes right but at the same time ive always considered neanderthals to be like a relative; yk like a cousin u see at a family gathering.

it made me think abt the differences between neanderthals and homo sapiens. admittedly, ive always looked at the behavior of human ancestors though a modern day human lens— but it made me question how far human empathy can extend to other species and if other hominid species had the same level of empathy as us. obviously, neaderthals are related to us, they are human but just not the type we are. n they did things that homo sapiens of the time did. i think that neanderthals viewed homo sapiens as the same as them, seeing as they interbred with them.

but still. how different are we? we come from the same genus, we share some dna, our bodies are anatomically similar in a way. what makes us human? is it because we've evolved more and are more technologically advanced? if the neanderthals hadn't gone extinct, wouldn't they have also evolved like we did? idk. maybe im just overthinking things like always.

i honestly wonder if my empathy will get in the way of future research lol. but i think it's better to have compassion than to be heartless. and empathy and emotions are a very human thing to have.

id rather live like a fool than die as a coward. (if u get this reference i salute u)

anyways time for Diluc. i will describe the procedure below under the cut.

diluc before surgery. he is sad. he has a hole at the back of his head.

i put him to sleep and placed him on a makeshift surgery table. i used sturdy red sewing thread and a bent needle i didnt even realize was bent until i started working on him.

this is him at the beginning of the surgery.

i didnt take too many pics during the middle portion bc i was Concentrating so here's diluc at the end of it.

i cut off the thread before i realized i only fastened it once and i was afraid it would undo itself since im planning to take diluc Everywhere w me so i put fabric glue as a precaution.

the red thread in the second pic is the thread that came undone originally.

anyways, he is now sleeping and in recovery so ill take a photo of him tmrw :3

i think thats all for today, nothing else rlly happened. i mean i also got an air conditioner in my room so at least i wont complain abt the heat anymore.

i also think its kinda funny that i went from talking abt the humanity of archaic humans to a "surgery" on a stuffed toy.

maybe this is what it means to be human.

thats all.

additional notes: idk how the community warning works so ill just keep it as mature . better to be safe than sorry .

[karahalloway]

Me, when I saw this was up:

ok, then *cracks knuckles*

That gif will forever be one of my faves that you've found 🤣🤣🤣 Cracks me up every time!

So the entire opening sequence leading up to this was just.....

Aww thanks! 🤗 I rewrote it like 6 times 🤣🤣🤣 But this has been a nice thing about this series actually - Drake and Chris actually behaving like friends (rather than wolves trying to tear each others' throats out over Harper 😅)

I love that Drake is offering to help him ditch out on the ball, if only temporarily. Really showcases the bond between them..

Yes! And I finally had a chance to show this! Bc in UA, it is only referenced in conversations that Harper has with Drake and Chris, and it's not quite the same hearing it second hand as reading/experiencing it first hand.

Aw, you would know, Walker.

Gonna be honest. At this point I thought the other girl was going to show up for Chris and Harper was with her for morale support. I just know she's got to show up somehow...

Hahaha that would've been premature 😆

Called it!

Hahaha! If anyone was going to, it was definitely going to be you!

I love how dumbfounded he is

I mean... it's literally the last thing he was expecting, so some surprise (or a lot lol) is probably justified 😆

Oh, no. Stop being a jackass dude

His brain's a bit fried... He'll reboot in a sec 😅

She flew across an ocean for him! But how did she find him? Was it Max?

Not really lol But I wanted to do something different 😇

Ya think? Way to completely crush her.

But at least he apologises 😇

Yes, you fucking moron hahaha

Yes! Now go fix it!

oh hell. I mean on one hand, YES, FINALLY but on the other hand I feel like there will be consequences....

I know a bunch of things are alluded to and not resolved, but I had to end it there, otherwise it was going to balloon into a 10,000 word monster AND launch a sequel (might still end up doing a sequel, even though I didn't want to and wasn't in the plan, and I don't have time, because as I was writing this epilogue, I got so many ideas and now they won't leave me alone 🫣)

I KNEW that was going to be her he ran into! Also, love the "I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you" vibe of that answer

The Last Avatar gif 🤣🤣🤣 But it's one thing I love about writing Drake - he knows all the secret tunnel ways around the palace, which makes for some great action-y sequences

YES! YES YES YES YES!!!!

You have no idea how satisfying this was! 😆

HA! Did not see that coming!

Gotta keep peeps on their toes! 🙃 That said, it was kind of (very subtly) foreshadowed in the previous chapter during the convo that Leo and Drake have before Leo leaves the breakfast dive-bar place. I am hoping to provide more context in the bonus chapter that I am planning to write (which will be from Harper's POV).

I mean....it kind of was an amazing thing to do though (also explains her getting through security) Go Leo! I think it's amazing, but Drake is still like.....

That gif 🤣🤣🤣 But yes - Drake has all sorts of mixed feelings about this Bc we can't let things be simple, can we?

YES!! I'm so happy they are getting their happily ever after!

Same! That was always the plan - was not sure how things were going to work out until I finished the last New York chapter, but it is great to get this done!

Great job on your "one-shot" (it's never a one shot!)

🤣 But yes - this ended up being twice as long as planned (my original thought was max. 6 chapters lol)

Thanks so much for reading, liking, reblogging and generally sharing your thoughts and reactions throughout this fic! 🥰 It really means a lot and I really am grateful for the time you set aside for this!

Sleepless in New York: Epilogue - Into The Night

Series: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Synopsis: What if Drake met Harper on the first night of Prince Christian’s New York bachelor party? A stand-alone AU written from Drake's POV.

Masterlist: Sleepless in New York

Chapter Summary: On the long-dreaded night of the Masquerade Ball, Drake has a revelation...

Word Count: 4,600

Rating/Warnings: M (angst, way too many f-bombs, drinking, references to drug-use, fluffy fluff fluff)

Chapter theme song:

A/N1: This is my slightly belated submission for @choicesprompts Flufftober 2023 event I got this out as fast as I could! The prompt that this fits is '31 - You don’t know me and I promise I’m not a creepy stalker but...' and possibly this one:

A/N2: I have no clue how many people actually listen to the chapter theme songs for these fics, but if you have time, I highly encourage you to listen to this one! I dredged it from the depths of my Middle School memories because I realised that it was perfect for this chapter (in my head, if Sleepless were a movie/TV show, this is the song that would play as the end credits song).

Epilogue - Into The Night

"You okay?"

I shoot a scoff across the room. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"You could," Chris concedes, meeting my eye through the full-length mirror as he adjusts a cuff. "But I am not the one who has been staring into that whiskey glass for the past ten minutes."

"Speak for yourself," I reply, quickly draining what's left of my drink. "You've been eyeing up your reflection for the past fifteen."

"I just want to make a good first impression, is all..." he admits while obsessing over the gold aiguillette draped across his jacket.

"Isn't that what the job of the so-called ladies?" I ask dryly, dropping the now empty glass back onto the bar cart.

"I am certain they will be pulling out all the stops," he sighs, smoothing his already immaculate hair down. "But, given the occasion, it is only fair that I reciprocate."

"Well, short of emergency Botox, I think you've more than crossed that T."

Chris snaps his head around in bewilderment. "Pardon me?"

I shrug apathetically. "You're fast approaching thirty, buddy. And those crow's feet aren't doing you any favours."

He quirks a brow at me. "I think you'll find that they are laugh lines..."

"Now you're just splitting grey hairs, old man..."

Chris bursts out laughing. "Speak for yourself, Drake! You were born three months before me!"

"True," I concede. "But unlike you, I ain't got no wrinkles."

His mouth pulls into a knowing smirk. "Only because you hide them under all that unkept facial hair!"

"You should try it sometime," I riposte, running my hand suggestively over the bristles on my jaw.

Chris shakes his head with a wry grin. "I must've done something very wrong at some point for you to be my best friend..."

I spread my arms. "Hey. I'm just here to keep you humble."

Chris scoffs. "Yes. By reminding me that I'm fast approaching middle age..."

"It took your mind off the Ball, didn't it?"

"Yes," he concedes after a pause. "I suppose it did."

"Not just a hat rack, my friend," I grin with a tap on my temple. "But seriously. You look great. Warts and all."

A wan smile ghosts his lips. "Thanks, mate. You don't look too shabby yourself."

I glance down at the black tux that I'm wearing. "Yeah. Well... Given the occasion, I figured I should make some kind of effort as well."

"You know you don't have to dress up on my account... I know how much you dislike donning evening wear."

"Tell that to the prick who put 'black tie' on the invite..."

Chris chuckles. "That would be my father."

"Figures..." I say with a roll of my eyes. "He's got more dinner jackets than you can shake a stick at."

"A necessity when you are a king, I'm afraid..." Chris reminds me. "But at least it isn't a white tie 'do."

"Oh, sweet Jesus..." I groan, remembering the last royal event that I had to subject myself to in a bow tie and matching waistcoat. "I was sweating like a priest in a brothel strapped up in that monkey suit."

"It certainly did not help that the air conditioning system had been broken..."

"In the middle of a heatwave..." I add. "With five hundred people packed into a room."

"Yes, that Venice trip certainly was memorable."

"For all the wrong reasons," I grunt sourly. "I somehow managed to get food poisoning as well."

"I remember," nods Chris sympathetically. "But at least you missed the terrible opera."

"Honestly, I would've traded that hellhole of a night for an entire week's worth of bad arias..." I grumble. "I definitely got the short end of the stick in that trade."

"You only say that because you do not know what it is to sit through four hours of off-key yodelling," Chris says with grimace.

"No," I admit solemnly. "Because I always bring earplugs."

Chris' eyes widen. "And you never thought to share them?"

"Doesn't really work if you only block one ear..."

Chris rewards my factual clap-back with a shove. "You are a sod, you know that right?"

"Thought that was old news," I reply with a grin, dodging out of the way.

"And yet you nevertheless continue to raise the bar..."

"Hey," I wink as I reverse my way back to the bar cart. "I have high standards."

Chris shakes his head with a wry grin. "You're impossible."

"Thought I was a sod," I quip over my shoulder as I refill both our glasses.

"An impossible sod," accedes Chris wryly as he slips on his monogrammed Breitling.

"Just so we're clear..." I smirk as I retrace my steps to offer him one of the tumblers.

"Thanks," he acknowledges, taking the heavy crystal. "What shall we toast to?"

I think for a second. "How 'bout blind, dumb luck?"

Chris lifts a brow. "That's a new one."

"Seems to be in short supply of late," I tell him, raising my glass.

"Very true," he agrees. "To Lady Luck, then! May she bestow her golden smile upon us once again!"

"'Cause we could all do with a fuckin' break," I add dryly, clinking my glass against his.

Chris brings the gin to his mouth with a laugh. "Did we not just have one?"

"Not all of us," I remind him, throwing my refill back.

"Well, we'll need to make sure you take some time in lieu, then."

"I'll be fine," I assure him. "I'll just chalk it up as overtime."

Chris chuckles. "At the rate you're going, you'll soon have more overtime on the books than regular time."

"Yeah, well..." I shrug. "Shit needs doing. But I'm planning on dropping off the grid for a couple of weeks once the Bash is behind us."

"Take a whole month," Chris advises, clapping a hand onto my shoulder. "You will have more than earned it by then."

I scoff. "I can't just—"

He firms up his grip. "I insist."

Lifting my gaze, I find his clear, emerald eyes locking me down.

I huff out a low breath. "Fine. I'll think about it."

"That is the best I'm going to get out of you, isn't it?"

"Yep," I tell him with a slap on his arm. "Now, hop to it, Cinderella — your ball awaits."

"Yes, I suppose we best get on," he concedes, depositing his empty glass on a side table. "Would be rude to turn up late for my own party..."

Turning on his heel, he strides determinedly towards the door of his suite. The footman stationed by the wall quickly grabs the latch and pulls the door back.

"Here we go..." I mutter under my breath as I drop my tumbler off as well and follow after him.

This is it. The start of the slow, downward skid towards the inevitable. The beginning of the end.

Because tonight's ball kicks off not just the months-long circus that is the social season, but the countdown to Chris' coronation as well.

As despite all the official interviews and press releases, it's no secret within the Palace that Constantine is living on borrowed time. His pancreatic cancer had been diagnosed too late, and even with vigorous treatment, it had spread. And even based on the most optimistic outlook, chances are good that he won't make it to Christmas.

Which is why New York — by necessity — had been such a whirlwind tour. Because any day could end up being the old bastard's last, and Chris has to be ready to step up to the plate at a moment's notice. Not that he isn't already running the country in all but name... It just isn't official yet.

But that's why the race to find the next Queen is exactly that — a high-stakes time-trial where the clock is against everyone.

Especially Chris.

Because if Constantine's condition takes a sudden turn for the worse, Chris may not get the luxury of choice. As some dumbass had had the bright idea a few centuries ago to enact a law that states that Cordonian monarchs must be married or engaged at the time of their coronation. Which means that Chris' hand could end up being forced by circumstances — and selfish interests — outside his control.

So, we better pray that he finds someone, and fast. Or that the doctors are wrong. Ideally both.

Otherwise, we're gonna be up the proverbial creek without a paddle, hurtling down the rapids of a constitutional crisis that could very literally tear the kingdom apart.

"Well... This is it," declares Chris as we arrive at the doors of the ballroom.

"Yep," I agree over the soft hubbub of gossip and classical music that's seeping out into the ante-room we're standing in. "Last chance to cut and a run."

"I am honestly considering it," he admits with a shaky laugh as the footmen prepare to open the double-height doors.

"Hey," I say, stepping in front of him. "If you need a time out—"

He shakes his head. "I'll be fine."

"You sure?" I ask, fixing him with a critical eye as I wave at the staff to hold their horses.

"Yes," he nods determinedly. "Just... Just some last-minute nerves, is all."

"Understandable," I concede. "There are only about a dozen girls on the other side of that door waiting to throw themselves at you."

He eyes the barrier uneasily. "I suppose I should feel flattered..."

"...but you're seriously thinking about jumping off the balcony."

He bites out a strangled laugh. "Is it that obvious?"

"You never could beat me at poker."

"Shit..." he mutters, running an agitated hand down his face.

"Hey," I say, clamping my hands onto his shoulders to make him look at me. "It's a fucked up situation. I get it. Your dad's got one foot in the grave, you're trying to run a country, and the last thing you want to do is play Royal Bachelor in front of all these tossers. But you need a Queen. And the season's your best bet at finding one."

"But how will I know which is the one?"

"You won't," I admit. "Until you do."

Christ knows Gale struck me like white lightning out of the blue...

His lips curve into a ghost of a smile. "Blind, dumb luck..."

"Blind, dumb luck," I confirm, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Chris heaves a low exhale. "Here's to chance, then."

"Knock 'em dead, buddy," I say with a grin as I step back.

Chris lines himself up in front of the entranceway again. The footmen reach for the handles as the herald takes his position.

I give everyone the go.

The double doors swing open, and the herald clears his voice.

The music and the hubbub come to an abrupt halt as every neck in the room cranes around with unfettered interest.

"Preeesenting His Royal Highness, the Duke of Applewood!"

Chris squares his shoulders and lifts his head. And just like that, the man disappears and in his place stands the Prince — cool, composed, collected — any wayward reservations masked behind the diplomatic smile he's been practising since the age of three.

The crowd parts...

...and with one final inhale, Chris steps over the threshold and the doors close behind him.

A breath that I didn't realise I'd been holding explodes out of me.

Phase 1 — check.

Now to try and get through the remainder of the ball without any front-page scandals, culinary clusterfucks, or assassination attempts upsetting the carefully staged high-society apple cart.

Because I hadn't been joking earlier when I'd said we could all do with a fuckin' break. The media storm kicked up by Leo's abdication was still raging in full force through the pages of the tabloids, and it's only gonna be a matter of time before the paps get wind of Constantine's condition.

Which is why it's so critical that tonight's event goes off without a hitch. As the royal family — Chris especially — is in desperate need of a publicity uplift before the coronation... and the funeral.

And it's my job to quarterback while Bastien coordinates from the command centre.

So, I need to be especially on it tonight. As we can't afford any cock-ups.

Spinning on my heel, I make my way towards the closest side-door as I activate the hidden mic clipped to my jacket. "Falcon has flown, over."

"Confirmed," comes the crackled sound of Bastien's voice over the comms. "Blue Team — do you have eyes on Falcon?"

"We have eyes on Falcon, over," affirms Marquez.

"Walker, you're clear to take up secondary position, over."

"Roger that, over."

I feel my shoulders relax slightly as I reach the end of the service corridor.

So far, so good.

Just need to stay focused for the next six-or-so hours, and make sure that nothing goes sideways.

Opening the white-washed door in front of me, I slip into the ballroom near the back of the royal dais. Clicking the latch closed softly behind me, I catch sight of Constantine.

He's dressed to the nines in full royal regalia, patent oxfords polished to within an inch of their life. But the carefully coordinated window dressing can't hide the fact that the old man is a shadow of his former self.

His cheeks are sunken, his greying hair is sparse, and despite the carefully applied make-up, his skin lacks the usual vigour of health.

But I gotta hand it to the man. Despite his failing health, he's out here tonight. Putting on a united front for the sake of the kingdom — for the sake of his son — to make sure that the royal show goes on. Even if it fucking kills him.

Because that's the price of duty.

And regardless of his other failings — of which there are many — you have to respect him for that, if nothing else.

He spots me out of the corner of his periphery. "Drake..."

"Sir," I acknowledge with a respectful nod, coming to a stop.

"I trust everything is under control?"

"Yessir."

He eyes me for a moment before leaning back into his upholstered chair. "Let's ensure that it stays that way."

Knowing a dismissal when I hear one, I resume my path around the perimeter, scanning the crowd as I walk, always keeping at least one eye on Chris.

Because Constantine's direction had been clear.

Don't fuck up.

Not that I plan to.

I learnt my lesson the hard way in New York about taking my eyes off the ball. And like hell am I gonna—

"Managed to find a new shirt, I see..."

I freeze. No fuckin' way.

I must've imagined it. A trick of the space... A wayward echo... An auditory illusion.

But if that's true, then who the hell is standing behind me? Eyes locked onto my back like a laser-sight? Their familiar scent tickling my nose?

Camomile with a hint of honey.

I shake my head, trying to rejig my senses.

It doesn't work.

Which leaves me with just one option.

Steeling myself, I turn slowly around, part of me convinced that I've well and truly lost the plot, part of me 'bout ready to believe in miracles.

Because that voice... Here? That's just not possible. Unless there was something in that whiskey and I'm tripping major ballsacks right now.

Wouldn't be the first time Max pulled a stunt like that...

But as I complete the about-face, it quickly becomes clear that I ain't just obviously high — I've lost my motherfuckin' mind completely.

That, or a bomb has just gone off in the ballroom and I'm now stood at the Gates of Heaven, about to receive final judgement.

Because I can think of no other scenario that would explain why she's here, in front of me, wrapped in a shimmering, floor-length white dress that clings to her curves like wisps of a dream, a coy smile playing at her lips.

"But I guess you can't show up at a place like this in cowboy boots and Wrangler jeans, huh?"

The soft lilt of her voice slices through me like a boot knife. "Harp—"

I make the mistake of catching her eye.

And whatever semblance of rationale thought I may have had left dissolves instantly in the sparkle of her hazel-green gaze.

The crowd... The Schubert... The entire fucking kingdom crashes into inconsequence as I feel my already tenuous grip on reality slip, leaving me stranded on the twilight edge of reason, struggling for breath.

How—?

I have no clue how long I stand there, rooted to the spot like a vegetate stoner as I try — and fail — to make sense of what the actual fuck is happening.

Because this shit? It sure as hell ain't real.

"...Drake?"

The sound of her voice finally unglitches my brain.

I blink.

But she's still there. Staring at me. Like an unabating hallucination with a bad sense of humour.

With concerted effort, I force myself to choke out the only salient question. "The hell are you doing here?"

"Looking for you."

"Why?"

"You left your jackets behind and—"

My jaw drops. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Who — in their right mind — chases someone halfway around the world? Because of a goddamn jacket?

Nobody. That's who.

The girl's obviously crazy.

Her smile falters slightly. "I thought I'd surprise you..."

"Yeah. Well, I hate surprises," I cut in acerbically, still trying to process this shitshow.

"Yes," she snips, hazel eyes hardening. "That much is becoming clear!"

"What the fuck did you expect, Gale?" I hit back. "That I'd just—?"

"I don't know what I was expecting!" she snaps, the force of her annoyance propelling her forward as she flings an arm out. "But it sure as hell wasn't this!"

"Well, that makes two of us," I bite out, suddenly finding myself nose-to-nose with her. "Because I would've expected a fucking heads-up!"

Her eyes narrow. "Do you know how many Drake Walkers there are online?"

I feel my jaw clench. "What the hell does that—?"

"Over a hundred!" she shouts into my face... loud enough for a few nearby aristos to turn their heads. "And none of them are you!"

I grab her by the arm. "So, you just decide to jump on a plane and—?"

"Yes! Because it's not like I had your number, either, Walker," she continues forcefully, jabbing me in the chest. "Because you just left and—"

"You fucking think I don't know that!" I yell back, the inherent accusation of her words ripping away the last vestiges of my sanity.

Several more heads to turn.

But I don't give a shit.

Because I can't seem to think straight around this girl on the best of days. Let alone when she springs herself on me like some damn jack-in-the-box — for the third fuckin' time just as many days — leaving me slap-faced and scrambling, and then accuses me of being an asshole?

Like fuck am I gonna act rational...

...also, why the hell does she have to look so damn good in that dress?

She's glaring up at me, chest heaving. "This was obviously a bad idea..."

I scoff humourlessly, her face inches from mine. "No fucking shit."

Her body tenses... but in the next instant the fight goes out of her just as fast as it ignited. Dropping her gaze, she mutters, "Glad we got that cleared up..."

There's something in her tone that I can't quite place.

But my burnt-out brain is too slow at cottoning on, and before I have a chance to figure it out, she's spun out of my grasp and I'm left holding nothing but air...

"Harp—"

...but by the time I look up, she's already turned and vanished into the crush.

Shit.

That obviously came out wrong.

But what the fuck had she been thinking? For me to just throw my hat over the moon like some star-struck moron? To sweep her off her feet and kiss her like we were in a goddamn rom-com?

I catch sight of the flash of her honey-caramel hair halfway across the room.

Crap.

That's exactly what I should've done.

Ignoring every single warning light going off in my head — she's not been vetted, she didn't have an invite, how the fuck did she even find me? — I throw myself after her.

Because as pissed off as I am that she was able to get the jump on me like she did — someone's sure as shit getting fired for that — I can't deny the fact that I'm still a complete and utter fool for her.

And the thought of her walking out on me — like I'd walked out on her — hits worse than a bullet to the gut.

"Harper!" I shout, pushing through the crowd of beady-eyed onlookers to try and get to her, much to their undisguised disgust.

"Oi, watch it, you!"

"C'est intolérable!"

"Do you know who I am!"

But if she hears me over the growing furore, she doesn't stop.

"For fuck's sake..." I grunt under my breath as I momentarily lose sight of her in the sea of heads.

This girl's going to be the death of me.

But if I'm going to have any chance of catching her, I know I need a change of strategy.

Spinning on my heel, I cut a hard and fast path back to the edge of the ballroom, spilling more than a few fancy drinks in the process as I knock aristos out of the way like bowling pins.

Heedless of the chaos left in my wake, I burst out onto the periphery of the crush. Throwing myself into a sprint back towards the tail end of the room, I bump off anyone stupid enough to get in my way.

I'm not losing her again.

Rushing past the raised dais, I see Constantine turn his head in my direction...

...but I've blown past him before he has a chance to open his mouth.

Sliding to a haphazard stop in front of the wall, I pause for just long enough to wrench the hidden door open before hurling myself down the service corridor.

Rushing past doors and junctions on my left and right, I pull up a mental blueprint of the Palace, trying to extrapolate her most likely position based on her speed and prior trajectory, and cross-reference that against how fast I'm going to determine the best option for an interception.

There. The main foyer.

Skidding around a corner, I double-time it down the narrow passageways, praying and hoping that I've been able to make up for time lost in the ballroom.

Arriving at the exit point, I throw myself against the door — nearly dislocating my shoulder in the process — and crash back out into the Palace-proper...

...but I can't see her anywhere.

"Fuck!" I cuss, running an agitated hand through my hair as I spin around.

Maybe I miscalculated. Maybe she's already gone. Maybe—

"Ooph!"

I collide bodily with someone speeding around the corner from the opposite direction, their head smacking into my jaw.

Agony shoots through my mouth as the unexpected impact causes me to bite down on my tongue.

Motherfucker!

But the sharp sting of the pain doesn't stop my body from reacting. If anything, it kicks my training into gear. Moving more on instinct than anything else, I execute a targeted sidestep to realign my centre as my hand snaps out to grab the other person by the arm to stop them from falling backwards.

Using their weight as a fulcrum, I redirect the force of our momentum into a spin to bring both of us to a stop next to the wall.

"You okay?" I ask, peering down at the panting, hot mess in my arms.

Gale snaps her head up so fast she nearly breaks my nose as well. "How the hell did you get in front of me?"

"Trade secret," I tell her.

She lays into me. On the exact same spot she hit me last night.

"Christ!" I exclaim, reeling back. "What the hell was that—?"

"For being an asshole!" she decries, hitting me again.

"Asshole?" I scoff. "You fucking ran into me!"

"Well, maybe I wouldn't have done if you hadn't been such a jerk, Walker!" she shouts, smacking me again.

"What do you want, then?" I demand, catching her wrist. "A goddamn apology?"

Her eyes blaze. "It would be a damn good st—"

Fuck it.

Giving her wrist a hard tug, I use the inherent resistance in her arm to yank her forward. And before she has a chance to object, I've crashed my lips against hers.

I hear her suck in a sharp breath of surprise before her body suddenly softens, melting against mine with a sigh as she gives into me.

The scent of her wildflower perfume subsumes me as she throws an arm around my neck, and I'm — at long last — home.

Because it's not until this moment that I realise how much I fucking missed her. Even though I barely know her, and I have no clue how... or even if we can make this — whatever this is — work, I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I was a monumental idiot for not going back to find her in New York...

...for the fact that I walked out on her in the first place.

Because this girl? She's unlike anything I've ever seen before.

The sheer fact that she's here — despite all the myriad-and-one ways in which I've screwed up with her — proves that.

And I'll be damned if I'll find another like her.

"Harper... I'm sorry," I pant between kisses, reaching up to cup her face in my palms. "For being an asshole... for being a jerk... for getting you fired... for hurting you... for—"

"I'm sorry, too..." she gasps, gripping my hair as my lips skate down her neck. "I didn't mean to... freak you out... like that... and I should've—"

"How did you even get here?" I ask, spinning her around to press her up against the wall behind me.

"Leo," she moans, arching up towards me as I drop a hand down to her ass, pulling her back into me. "He came to the apartment and—"

I scoff as I capture her mouth again. "Un-fuckin'-real..."

I'm gonna murder the bastard.

Because if this is his batshit idea of saying 'thank you' for me being here for Chris instead of him, then he's definitely more than one brick shy of a load.

As regardless of whatever kind of happy reunion he'd cooked up in his mind, there's only one possible outcome to this royal SNAFU — me losing my job. Because there's no way in hell that Bast will be able to overlook the fact that I deserted my post to chase after a girl.

Again.

As unlike last time, there are a good two-dozen witnesses who can throw me under the bus. And they'll do so with impunity, given half a chance. Because one of those witnesses is Constantine. And no way is he gonna let such a flagrant dereliction of duty fly. Especially not after the very clear command he gave me.

Plus, it's not like I can justify my behaviour with any kind of rational argument. Or swear on a stack of Bibles that I won't do it again.

I'd tried that in New York.

It hadn't worked.

But as I glance down at Gale's flushed face, one thing is crystal clear.

I'll deal with that shit in the morning...

~ Fin ~

A/N: This is it! We have arrived at the end! 🤗 Thank you so much for bearing with me over the course of this fic, which has been 2 long years in the making! Hopefully, the journey was worth it! There will be some Extras in the near future (art, a bonus chapter), but no ETA on any of these yet (too many other WIPs I want/need to finish). Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, reblog, comment, emote, and generally encourage me through this project! I - for one! - have certainly grown to love Drake more as a result! 🥰 Hope you have too!

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Picture Credits: Harper - Cordonia - Drake - Constantine - Kiss - Christian

[kaevch]

FUZZY ALL OVER !

summary: things they do to show that they love you.

chrtrs: trey, cater, riddle, ace

warnings: gn! reader ( for cater's, the picture leans to male, but u can just ignore that!!), fluff, pretty short, me showing favouritism for riddle.

notes: just a lil fluff thing before i hit yall with angst 😇 ( IF I STOP WORRYING THAT IT'S BAD AND J SHOULDN'T POST IT ) i couldn't draw for the others, srry about that :(

TREY bakes you your favorite sweets. yes, he does bake for his friends, but everytime he does it for you, he takes a bit longer and tends to try and make everything perfect for your liking. he always finds a way to put little hearts on them too.

CATER always talks about you on magicam. it doesn't matter if the topic is not related to you at all, he'll always find a way to bring you up in a post/convo. he made different story highlights too, one just for you and one for you and him. ( don't be surprised if there's more than one story highlight about you tho.)

RIDDLE schedules a study session for you two everyday after school. and no one should be interrupting you guys. he makes sure to prepare tea and your favorite snacks everytime. he'll sometimes hit you on the head (gently) with a notebook if you keep lazing around tho. sometimes you'll catch him staring at you while smiling, and when you tease him about it, he'll become red and decline it. he also gets carried away talking to you and the tea becomes cold.

ACE makes sure you don't miss any meals. it doesn't matter if you're running late, he'll somehow always make you sit down with him as he pushes your part of the meal in front of you. if you say you're not hungry, he'll quietly look at you before taking a small portion from his meal to his spoon and hold it in front of your face while muttering, “ just have a small bite, at least. ”

[arwendeluhtiene]

I love the Aziraphale and Crowley Funko Pops ✨😇😎🍎🍰🐍📚. And these Funkos have a very in character shipping story xD: . So, both Aziraphale and Crowley were initially ordered at the same time, right, back in 2021. And Aziraphale arrived on time, as expected, very punctual, very Aziraphale. But Crowley...got delayed. And not only that - The info we received was that Crowley was going *to a different destination*, and *on with a different shipping company* than the one expected 😱🤣. Convos were exchanged and Crowley finally arrived, more than a month after Aziraphale. And it was just too amusing, because how in character is that xDD - be it typical demonic Crowley mischief, or just Crowley being the incompetent disaster both of them are 😂

[iz-hoonz]

#slay ship ur moots with an idol 😋👆

it's here 🤩 thanks luna my bff slayer 4lyfer 💐💐💐

so i won't really ship romantically but maybe more of who i see as the best friends type

@lunaflvms : maybe riki or wonyoung 😋 you and riki would look really cute 2gether especially with your fun personality and his teasing personality. i would cry if i see you two together having fun and all bc ITS SO CUTE TO EVEN IMAGINE 😓😓😓 and wonyoung bc you both are #superslayers and you guys would bitch slap anyone across the face if they talked dirty about your friends 😕

@one16core : hmm maybe sunoo 😇 idk i feel like you guys would fit eachothers personality. both sunshines but don't mess with them 😋💪

@moatrash : HUNINGKAI!! i bet you guys would be an inseperable duo. you guys are always active and you give me baby/maknae vibes 😭😭😭

@juniblvssom : jo yuri! you have this really fun and teasing personality but inside, you really care and won't hesitate to cheer someone up by making them laugh. you give off so much yuri vibes, actually 🤕 you're also very genuine and caring to people ☹☹ also bc you're a wiz*one

@seungstarss : HEESEUNG. NO DOUBT HEESEUNG. not only bc of your user, no. you seem very organized and laid back and is very serious about something they're passionate about. i also feel like you two would be partners in crime 🗯 sei x hee best duo 🗣🗣🗣

@isacoree : yura my beloved!! with.. chaehyun! i was looking around your blog and found chae on your pinned post and thought how well you guys are alike ☹ you're very lovely and kind! love cute stuff as well so they do go with you both <3

@wonjaems : jaemin and jay 😼😼 your user reminded of jaemin and i thought about how cool you guys are 😭 also with jay. you may seem quiet at first but are really fun to talk with!! everything about you is cool and people may find you intimidating 💪 rose is an icon!

@liliansun : my honeybee gets jungwon 🐝🍯!! you seem very responsible and hard working and always gives time for their loved ones. you're really friendly too and you know how to start a convo and not make it uncomfortable 😭 just like how you approached me 😋😋

@juyeooo : my bff hoon, juyo, and wonyo stan 💳💥💳💥💳💥 you give off a ningning or chaeyoung vibe,, ningning bc you're very sweet and friendly 💐 and chae bc you seem like the shy observant type at the same time!! also no doubt you and juyeon would make a cute pair ;)

@viewonz : fav <3 you get liz !! you're very lovely and you type really cutely ☹☹☹ ur blog is really warm and cute as well. oh! and jungwon would fall for someone sweet and comforting just like you 🫂💌

@i-kai : man.. ryujin and ruto (welcome to the teume club <3 !!) you give off cool and chill vibes 😎😎 also no doubt you look stunning and you are very #slayful.

@enhaist : yeonjun 😎😎😎 i bet you guys are gonna make a pretty cool duo too. MAN YOU BOTH LOOK SO 🔥! no other words. self explanatory. these two are the power duo.

@strwbrymlkes : soobin and sheon!!! yes, i see sheon in your pfp and it definitely matches 💐 you seem, fun and bubbly ^__^ not to mention your soft theme too!! i hear blue hour when i enter your blog 🤍

@enloveclub : miyu!! hi!! enha's maknae line (?) you give off all 3 of their vibes honestly 💀 very soft and approachable. i can imagine you guys walking around and giggling like it's so cute i can't 😭😭 there are sparkles surrounding you ^__^ ✨💖

@amakumos : wonyoung!! you're so friendly, bubbly, and sweet >< ! although you may have a different side, you seem like a sunshine 💐💐 oh and junhwan there i see 😼

@giyyuzz : no doubt, jungwon. you seem like the type who someone runs to for comfort ☹ you know exactly what to say and how to comfortably talk to someone 🫂

@acciomylove : rei <3 she's on ur pfp so its meant to be 😱 she's smiling at me.. you seem sweet and shy,, just like naoi ☹☹ always always on my tl 🫂