#to them as we saw in fl specifically...

[alisaint]

"It's just a draft! We don't know yet if it'll actually happen!" would be a lot more reassuring if not for the fact that:

This has never once happened before, and the leak likely came from someone within the circuit / adjacent specifically to cause public outcry,

Trump ushered in three mega conservative judges just for this,

Republicans restricted access to abortion in multiple states all at the same time just recently,

Republicans have been getting louder and more explicit about overturning Roe v. Wade for years, but ESPECIALLY post-Trump,

Republicans have also been talking recently about overturning other cases, like Loving v. Virginia,

Which, speaking of overturning, if this does happen, Griswold v. Connecticut could very well be next, as they may try to say that contraceptives are a form of abortion or should be further regulated / generally just continue to attack any shred of privacy we citizens have a constitutional right to.

#first all those southern states restricted abortion access and did those shit laws where u get put down for murder #and ppl were like lolllll the south is sooooo crazy anyway who cares abt them! #and then florida and other states started banning literature that includes impure topics (aka gay ppl) and outright banning any reference #to them as we saw in fl specifically... #and now... this is leaked! after a coordinated attack across the south! but no! im sure its a coincidence! #im sure its nothing to worry about! #not like theyre coming for gay marriage with obergefell v. hodges next!!!!

[matchajoon]

Someeeething comforting Jinnie like he is tired but can't sleep because he keeps overthinking a situation or fight with someone else and reader comforts him and sings him to sleep

Maybe even the morning after where he realises how he might be in love or something ❤️‍🩹

i’d hold you as the water rushes in (현진 x gn!reader)

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gn!reader. genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. warnings/commentary: 1.7k. angst is apparently my new thing slay we love being traumatised. hyunjin being cyberbullied (i don't know the entire extent irl but I'm hoping that he can't see any of the stuff i've seen on tl). jinnie is a cry baby. we love a vulnerable baby in this house. reader is obviously pining but jinnie doesn't know that. mention of the other members but no direct interaction. never proof read - i got possessed writing so i can't explain shit. my writing is never a real portrayal of any of the members of skz. directory

It was two in the morning and Hyunjin could still see the cruel Bubble messages he was constantly spammed with behind his eyelids when he closed his eyes. It had been over two years of the consistent barrage of messages and although he was also flooded with support and love from Stays, sometimes it weighed too heavily on his mind.

The specific targeted hatred made nausea sour his stomach and although he could ignore the way these messages made him feel for the most part, it had been building and building in his mind for a while now.

Hyunjin wasn’t always good at compartmentalising and given the expectations surrounding Bubble and those interactions with Stays, it was difficult to separate the feeling surrounding the cruel messages from the kind. He knew obviously they were worlds apart, but the bad experience had soured the interaction as a whole for him.

Hyunjin had given up on sleeping so far, his mind far too busy despite the tiredness that kept him in his bed. Well, that wasn’t the only thing keeping him snuggled beneath the covers, despite his inability to succumb to sleep - you were currently burrowed into his side, your breath soft and slow against his neck.

You were Hyunjin’s best friend (obviously not inclusive of his members) but your relationship was very different from the one he had with the rest of the Kids. He wasn’t entirely sure if your relationship was the most platonic one but he wouldn’t change it for anything, the comfort and love the two of you shared was like no other and the way he missed you when he or you were away was something desperate. He found such comfort in your very presence, from the way you smiled at him, the way you smelled when you wrapped your arms around him and the way you laughed, you were imprinted on his memory forever more. The love Hyunjin had for you was deep and sometimes he wasn’t sure how platonic but all that mattered was that at the end of the day, you were in his arms and he was in yours.

He had attempted multiple times to express how you made him feel within his paintings, the colours, the strokes and the time he put into them varying but each time he just felt that he couldn’t quite get the feeling and the depth of it on the paper. You showered Hyunjin with compliments no matter what he did, he knew you would always support him in his endeavours but the fondness and pride in your eyes when you looked upon his paintings for you was unparalleled, whether you could see the emotions he was trying to convey or not.

“-Mmmm, Jinnie? Are you still awake?” Hyunjin jumped, pulled from his thoughts by your voice, thick with sleep but curious. He glanced down to look at you, guilt staining his features at the idea that he’d woken you. You must have been able to make out his expression, as he saw your brows pull together in the darkness and you reached for the nightlight, pulling slightly away from him as you did. The sheer panic that filled him at you pulling from his side made Hyunjin bite down on his tongue, his hands curling into fists and then the room was flooded with warm light.

You peered over at him, eyes wide and confused as you took in Hyunjin’s state. You were still soft with sleep, your eyes a little unfocused still and you seemed to be still taking everything in. You must have been able to make out the tears beginning to fill his eyes as your face pinched with worry, your mouth forming his name and that sad, upside down smile you did made the tears begin to drip down his cheeks.

“Oh Jinnie- honey- c’mere, come, come come.” You made grabby hands motions, your fingers tugging when they came in contact with his t-shirt and you drew him to you, warm and solid as he buried his face into your shoulder. The sob that shuddered through him was more violent than he’d anticipated, your fingers coming up to press against his spine as you shushed quietly in his ear.

“Shh, shh, shh- it's okay Jinnie baby- oh honey. I’m here. I’m here- I’m not going anywhere.” Your other hand came up, snaking through the hair at the back of his neck to run over his scalp, nails scratching gently as Hyunjin wept hot tears into your top.

“Oh, my Jinnie. We’re okay. You’re okay. Do I need to call someone?” You whispered, your fingers not stopping in their soothing but Hyunjin could feel you were a little tense against him, the worry in your voice beginning to take on a panicked note.

“No- no. Just need you. -’M sorry. I’m so sorry.” You shushed him again, very gently and he felt some of the tension leave you as you relaxed back, taking him with you as you settled back into the pillows. He moved his head, shifting his face to hide in your neck and you cupped his jaw briefly, fingers soft before you buried your face in his hair, arms tightening around him with a strength that almost surprised him.

“Mmm, my Jinnie is so strong. You are such a strong baby boy, so so strong and I’m so proud of you. Always, always. Everything you do is wonderful and you are so talented and you work so hard and I miss you more than anything or anyone when you’re not around. I want to protect you from everything but I know you need to do things yourself, but you shouldn’t have to. I wish I could take all the pain and the sadness and the cruelty away, more than anything my Jinnie.” The surge of warmth and love that filled Hyunjin was stifling and he shook with another sob as he processed your words, turning his face up to look at you, his eyes wet with tears and his mouth a swollen pout.

“I love you so much Jinnie. More than I can bear sometimes. Seeing you like this, I will never stop loving and protecting you, as much as I can and as best I can.” Hyunjin clutched at you, his knuckles white as he tried his best to crush the two of you together so you were just a single, perfect being.

“You’re so much more honey. So much more than anyone knows or thinks. I promise. You can sleep- I’m here and I’ll protect you from everything. I promise Jinnie, I promise.” He nodded into your skin, the tears in his eyes beginning to grow lighter and the exhaustion coupled with the heaving sobs was becoming too much. Your fingers had begun tracing against his spine and as he allowed sleep to begin to tug him under, he could hear you beginning to hum a familiar song. His song for Kkomi. His heart, or where he thought his heart was twisted in his chest and suddenly the exhaustion of it all was more than he could fight back.

“Love you more than anyone.” Hyunjin mumbled, turning his face back to hide in your neck and he felt you smile, your chin coming to rest on the top of his head.

“Night night Jinnie. I’ll be here when you wake up.” You whispered, fingers smoothing over the pinch of his brows with a quiet tut.

“Promise?” The pleading tone didn’t go unheard and you wanted desperately to pull him closer still, hold him so tightly the two of you shattered.

“Promise. Now sleep.” And finally, Hyunjin could shut his eyes. None of the messages blinked back at him when he did and lulled by you resuming humming ‘miss you,’ he curled into both your embrace and that of sleep.

The midday sun had won the war with the curtains, light splashing across Hyunjin’s face and he whined, scrunching his nose as he shifted to escape the sunlight. He didn’t get very far as he found himself practically laying on top of you as he wriggled and you let out a quiet grumble at being disturbed, although you shifted to allow him to wriggle into your arms.

Your features were highlighted in the sun and as he looked down at you, the urge to paint you immediately possessed him. You were beautiful always but especially now, bathed in morning sunlight and unaware of the world around you and he loved you, so much. The depth of that love scorched through him, making him sit up very straight as he came to the realisation quite suddenly that he loved you. Like, love love. Not just how he loved his members or his parents.

“I love you.” He said out loud, tasting the words and the intensity of the feelings bursting with his chest, a feeling like when he was dancing or painting but different, more pinpointed and at the end of it all, you. Always you.

“I love you too Jinnie.” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, snapping his attention to your face. Your eyes were opened, blinking in the sunlight and there was a confused little pinch between your brows, one that Hyunjin wanted desperately to kiss away.

“No, I love you. Like I wanna get married and run away together and live in a cottage by the sea with honeysuckle on the outside and fields of flowers all around. And we can make bread and the members can visit sometimes and maybe we-” You cut him off with a kiss to his cheek, one that brings him back out of his own head again. “I’m not kissing you properly till we’ve both brushed our teeth but- for what it's worth- I love you the same. I have for longer than I’d like to admit.” You smiled up at him, your eyes bright and it was all Hyunjin can do to stop himself from leaning in to kiss you for real. He bolted towards the bathroom instead, startling you but once you hear his teeth brushing, you let out a laugh, hurrying after him to do the same, both of you shaking with laughter.

When Hyunjin finally kisses you, or do you kiss him, it's sunlight and mint toothpaste and dreams of honeysuckle and the unknown of the future that you’d move together towards.

#hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader #hwang sam x reader #hhj x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids hurt/comfort

[yril-writes]

— HATE LOVE

synopsis ; have you ever hated love? Who knew that the man you loved so deeply, hated the fact that he ever loved you. How would you feel?

scenario ; this is a "pinagtagpo pero hindi tinadhana" setting translation: you met but not destined. Even if Sukuna stopped visiting in the flower shop, having to encounter each other every time in different places only says it's a small world.

"I hate that I love you this much, when you can't even love me the way that I do. I hate myself for holding onto you, my love..."

type ; drabble

include/s ; ryoumen sukuna

pairing/s ; yakuza character x fl! reader

genre ; romance, angst and a hint of sad depressed corn

I still remember my memories from my past life, I still remember her in that life. "Sukuna, promise me that you'll find me in our next life." she said those words like the sweetest thing I could ever taste. I love her. More than anything in this world. So I promised to find her, in the process I get to meet her grandparents. They would always tell stories about her, just by listening to them it seemed to me that she has the best times of her life despite that she is alone living in their hometown. And I reflected on it, how much of a life we had back in our last life.

And it wasn't much, we met at a very weird scenario we weren't that perfect at all, but I remembered how I took for granted your feelings before without knowing that she would only have so little time to spare living, I felt like an idiot pushing her away back then. I wasted my time arguing, hating, ignoring her when I could've just stayed by her side and spent more time. I didn't want to see her die in front of me, so I broke our promise. I didn't look for her specifically but just knowing about her was enough until one day I saw her. The old lady who was managing the flower shop is in the hospital she said, I never actually imagined myself being able to hear her voice, to see her up close and to even catch a scent of her. (I missed her so much...) looking into her eyes, it seemed to be that her memories of the past didn't actually come to her, she is just a mere granddaughter who manages her grandmother's shop.

That is why I decided to stay away from her, to avoid getting myself in a deep hole again, I didn't want to see her suffering slowly dying again in my arms. But faith and destiny wouldn't leave me be, wherever I go I see her. At town and even random streets. But I didn't mind it at all. "Mr. Yakuza, I've been seeing you a lot from here now! I'm kinda getting used to it!" she cheerfully says it out loud without being embarrassed. But you felt happy despite all of it. "Well, you should stop stalking me. Who's the Yakuza now?" I can't stop myself when I am with her, I just can't ignore her, I crave for her. Even though this is wrong, he just couldn't stop this spilling feeling of euphoria, time flies when you're having fun they say and it's true, it didn't take long enough when she finally confessed to him.

"Sukuna, I like you. Spending time like this with you feels natural, it's as if I already know you from the very beginning...why is that?" hearing those words knocked him back to reality, history repeats itself as they say. Sukuna realizes that getting close to you only puts you in danger, having to repeat losing you the second time Sukuna cannot take that risk at all. Now his only option is to push you away, to keep things in control, to take it all back. "No, I'm sorry but I don't feel the same way as you do..." words like this left a sour taste on Sukuna's tongue, even though he didn't mean to say any of those things he still did for her sake. "I hate being with you like this, I am sorry that I don't feel the same way as you do. I hope that...you'd find someone...good enough..." Sukuna feels lost right now, just the sight of her face slowly coming into tears breaks him. It breaks him to see you like this.

But if it's for your sake, he would do anything even if he has to push you away from him. He would do anything, if history repeats itself. That is why he chose to make you hate him so that it would be easy for you to leave him, without any regrets. "I hate you...Sukuna, is my love for you not enough? Am I not enough?" tears soon shed and chests aching. "I hate that I love you this much, when you can't even love me the way that I do. I hate myself for holding onto you, my love..." but of course he can't say that now, can't he. Now, Sukuna is standing alone watching the woman he once loved disappear right from his very eyes, again.

"I would never want to see you slowly die in my arms again, I'll hate love until the very end for not letting us to be together in this life...maybe in another life..."

a/n ; I was frowning typing these pieces. I hate it I think I am not gonna sleep well for tonight. 11:41 pm.

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[deepspacedukat]

Love Stings

Normally when I post request fics, I reply directly to the ask I was sent, but in this case I was sent a dm by the requester, and they wanted to remain anonymous at the time. So here’s to you, friend! I hope you enjoy this and that it fits your idea! I hope it’s alright! Hell, I don’t even know if you’re going to see this, but here’s hoping. This got super long! It’s over 8500 words. Enjoy!

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Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Senator Letant (DS9) x Reader

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

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, fuck or die situation, away mission gone wrong, sex pollen type situation, as consensual as a sex pollen situation can be, mutual pining, fingering, woman on top, dirty talk, praise kink, begging, implied oral sex (female receiving), smut with feelings.

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“Why does a Romulan need a Federation escort, again?” I asked as I readjusted my bag on my shoulder and followed Captain Sisko down the corridor.

“Because Federation runabouts are able to withstand a particular form of radiation that utterly fries Romulan computer technology. In order to reach the planet where their probe went down, you need to pass through an asteroid field absolutely teeming with that radiation,” he answered as we reached the runabout airlock. “Starfleet isn’t about to give a Romulan free reign with one of its vessels.”

“And why can’t he and his men just, y’know...fly around that asteroid field instead?” That seemed like a rather obvious solution.

“Because that would take them several months out of their way - time which none of us can afford to spend in Dominion territory,” the Captain said as he handed me a small case. “You’ll need those.”

“What are they?”

“Earplugs,” he said with a smirk.

“Remind me: why was I chosen for this oh-so-special mission?” I asked slipping the case into my bag. Instead of the Captain, another voice piped up from directly behind me.

“Because, my lovely Lieutenant, you are the only one who can put up with me for long stretches.” Oh no. I knew that voice. With dread and several other emotions pounding away in the pit of my stomach, I turned and saw none other than Senator Letant wearing a mirthful smirk as he took in the look of sheer disbelief on my face. “Come, come, my dear, I would’ve thought you’d be overjoyed to see me again! After all, I requested you specifically for this little adventure.”

I opened my mouth to protest this assignment, but when I looked back, Captain Sisko had made himself scarce.

“Oh, let’s just get this over with,” I groused stepping around the Romulan and into the Shenandoah. Tossing my bag onto one of the benches at the back of the craft, I made my way to the cockpit with a pair of much-too-spry footsteps following in my wake.

“Just think of it, Lieutenant! We’ll have a whole week in the Gamma Quadrant, just the two of us.” Letant’s enthusiasm made me roll my eyes.

Of course he would be excited about this. He enjoyed flirting with me - or, more accurately, with anything that moved. Unfortunately, I enjoyed his banter, too, but how the hell was I supposed to keep him from seeing that for a whole week? If he knew, he’d be twice as insufferable as he already was.

With a quiet sigh, I refrained from responding, choosing to go through the pre-flight checks, instead. He rattled on while I ensured everything was prepped, but after several minutes of receiving no response from me, he laid a hand on my forearm. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the contact - a fact which didn’t go unnoticed by my co-pilot.

“Are you alright?” He sounded genuinely concerned, but I simply pulled my arm away and muttered a quiet ‘yes.’ Disbelief and sarcasm colored his tone when he spoke again. “Yes, of course. That must be why you’re behaving the way you are. In case you’ve forgotten, Lieutenant, I’m rather adept at spotting lies.”

Swallowing nervously, I turned back to my instruments.

“I’m fine. Pre-flight checks are all done. We’re ready to go,” I said, opening communications with the station before he could protest. “Shenandoah to Ops. All systems are green. Requesting permission to disembark.”

“Permission granted, Shenandoah,” Major Kira answered. “Sealing airlocks and releasing docking clamps. Have fun out there, you two. May the Prophets guide you.”

“Thanks, Major. We’ll be home before you know it. Shenandoah out,” I said as I closed communications and released our own docking systems. “Twenty seconds to the wormhole.”

“And how long until you tell me what’s bothering you, Lieutenant?” From my peripheral vision, I could see that the Senator had turned his chair to face me. If he was already able to tell that something was wrong, I really needed to compose myself. Otherwise, the next week was going to be hell.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just had a rough morning, that’s all,” I lied as I lowered our speed for the trip through the wormhole. “I should be back to my usual self in a little bit.”

“I see...” he murmured sounding no more convinced than he had a few moments before. “Well, if you require a sympathetic ear, I’d be more than happy to fill that role, and we are quite alone. Anything you told me would remain in total confidence.”

As light enveloped our little craft, I looked over at him, finding sincerity in his expression. I paused, though, because the ever-shifting light filtering into the cabin made his features glow. Letant looked almost ethereal - the changing hues flowed across his face, highlighting his forehead ridges, his nose, his lips, and making it impossible to ignore his beauty.

“Thank you, Senator. I’ll take that into consideration.” My voice came out raspier than I’d expected, making my cheeks burn. Before I could look back at the panel in front of me, though, Letant gave me a surprisingly gentle smile.

“I think we can safely skip the formalities, don’t you? There is nobody else here, and I certainly won’t be offended by a little added familiarity. Please, feel free to call me Letant,” he murmured, and I agreed quietly. A flash drew my attention away from him and back to piloting the runabout. We’d exited the wormhole.

“If you’ll input the coordinates, Letant, I’ll set a course,” I said, and a quiet hum came from the man beside me. “What?”

“I’ve never heard you say my name before, but I must admit...I quite like the way it sounds coming from you,” he murmured as he moved to do as I suggested. It felt strange to say his name when I wasn’t alone. The only place I’d said it before was when I was in my bed in the dead of night, but he definitely didn’t need to know that. He’d never let me live that down.

As soon as the course was set, I initiated the autopilot and took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I leaned back in my seat. It would take us about three days to get there at our vessel’s maximum warp.

“I can feel you staring at me, y’know.” My murmured observation drew a huff of incredulous laughter from my companion.

“Ridiculous. Utter rot. Even Romulans are not that perceptive,” he scoffed, but I just smirked.

“Haven’t you ever heard a Human say they felt eyes on the back of their head before?”

“I have.”

“They mean it. Yes, that expression can be used to communicate paranoia, but usually the person is being literal. We can feel when we’re being watched. We may not be able to pinpoint where it’s coming from, but a gaze can be felt as easily as a touch,” I explained, cracking my eyes open and tilting my head, finding him looking at me stunned as I’d expected to. Scientifically, that was only partially correct with psychological bias factored in, but he didn’t need to know the nitty-gritty details. “I wonder, was it you staring at me in Quark’s the other night? Or was it some other inebriated patron?”

“Who told you I was in the bar?” He fired back with a knowing raise of an eyebrow.

“Nobody. You and your guards make quite an entrance everywhere you go. I saw you arrive, but I thought little of it,” I lied, trying to give the impression that I hadn’t seen him in a gorgeous green tunic he’d never worn before. He’d looked so handsome that night, but I couldn’t show that I cared about his looks. He’d never let me live it down.

“That’s too bad. I’d hoped to ask your opinion on my tunic. I don’t often wear purple garments,” he said, and before I could stop myself or think better of it, I blurted out what I was thinking.

“But it was gre–” I broke off, but he’d heard just enough to widen his smile.

“You’re quite right. It was green, but how would you know that, e’lev?” Letant asked leaning closer to me. “I thought you didn’t care that I’d been in the bar?”

“I didn’t. As I said, your entrances aren’t exactly subtle. Everyone in the bar likely noticed you and your new tunic. That hardly makes me unique,” I said trying to explain my statement away, but his voice just lowered a bit more, becoming more velvety and delicious.

“...I don’t recall mentioning that the tunic was new.” He practically radiated triumph and glee, even as I internally cringed at my slip.

“And you still haven’t answered my original question,” I deflected as I stood and walked to one of the other sensor arrays as an excuse to put a little space between us. Beginning to perform a re-calibration, I nearly rolled my eyes when I heard footsteps behind me.

“You’re right. I never did answer your question. How rude of me,” the Senator said, his voice growing ever closer. Eventually, one of his hands rested on the bulkhead near my shoulder, and the other rested gently on my waist. “I admit I did look at you quite frequently that night, but I simply cannot resist a gorgeous view when it’s offered so freely. You seemed so relaxed. Nevertheless, allow me to apologize for staring like a lecherous rogue. Tell me...how can I make it up to you?”

His mirthful, suggestive question was practically whispered against my ear, but I bit the inside of my cheek to suppress a shudder of pleasure. It would be much too easy to turn and connect my lips with his.

“No need, Senator,” I murmured, hating how shaky my voice sounded. Ducking carefully under his arm, I went back to my seat and acted like I was double-checking the sensors. The Romulan let out a sigh, but he didn’t look too disappointed when he returned.

“You might change your mind over the course of our journey,” he said lounging in his chair, “and if you do, I’m quite open to any suggestions you might have.”

This was going to be a long trip.

--

The next morning, I stumbled through my usual routine, shuffling into the cockpit of the runabout with a hot mug of coffee clutched in my hands. Blinking sleepily as I took my seat, I started checking the sensors and our course.

“Well, well, good morning!” Amusement practically dripped from Letant’s voice. Oh, it was too early for this. “You seem to be out of uniform today.”

“Since we won’t be at our destination for another couple of days, I thought I may as well wear something a little more comfortable,” I said glancing down at my oversized shirt and sweatpants. “Besides, I thought you said you didn’t mind if we dropped some of the formalities? If you object, I can always get back into uniform...”

“Oh no, don’t you dare! I don’t mind at all. I’ve never seen you looking so ravishing,” he crooned as he raked his eyes over me. “Is this how you normally dress when you’re not on duty?”

“Yep, this is my favorite shirt, actually,” I answered sipping my coffee. I’d had it for so long that was beginning to go threadbare in a few places allowing my skin to peek through - a fact I hadn’t given much thought to before, but which I was now acutely aware of with the Senator’s roving eyes on me. “I take it you approve?”

“Oh, heartily, but I’ve never known you to need another person’s approval,” he said leaning toward me in my peripheral vision.

“And you seem to need the approval of every woman who dares to glance in your direction.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but once it was out I couldn’t put it back no matter how much I might want to.

“Not every woman. Only you,” he responded without missing a beat, and my eyes snapped up to meet his before I could think better of it. Beneath the obvious hunger in his expression, there was something...soft and vulnerable that startled me into looking away.

No. No, I was imagining that look. I had to be. Letant was a Senator. He could have any woman he wanted. There was no way he’d want me.

The rest of the day, Letant seemed somewhat more subdued, alternating between focusing on a Romulan data PADD he’d brought with him and the readout from the primary sensor array. I still caught him looking over at me occasionally, but he wasn’t nearly as determined to drive me insane as usual.

--

We decided to alternate who got the early morning shifts so that neither of us would be overly tired. Thus, the second morning, I was halfway through my second cup of coffee before Letant emerged from the aft section of the runabout. Glancing back at him, I noticed his own informal wardrobe for the day and did a double-take. Wearing only a pair of midnight blue sleep pants and an open, matching silk robe, Senator Letant stole my breath as he did nothing more but take his seat in the copilot’s chair.

So that was what he was hiding beneath his uniform!

“See something you like, e’lev?” Tearing my eyes away from the smattering of hair on his well-defined chest, I looked up to see him giving me a knowing smile. “Oh, don’t go quiet on me again. We’ve made so much progress on that front in the last couple of days. Would it help if I got back into my uniform?”

“Don’t you dare,” I murmured, repeating his own words back at him and drawing a devilish grin from him.

“I believe that’s the boldest flirtation I’ve ever received from you,” he declared crossing his legs and allowing his eyes to skim down the length of my body a little slower than the day before.

“Who said it was flirtation? If I have a right to be in my pajamas, so do you.”

“Ah, it’s a matter of equality, then. How curious. I could’ve sworn I saw you bite your lip a few moments ago,” Letant murmured, and I wracked my memory. Had I? It was conceivable that I had subconsciously. He did tend to bring out those sorts of reactions in me. His voice calling my name knocked me out of my anxious thoughts. “Oh, don’t worry. I did much worse than bite my lip when I went to bed last night. And after being around a beautiful woman in nothing but her pajamas all day, who could blame me?”

My cheeks burned at his insinuation. He was joking. He had to be joking. He’d never do...that...while thinking about me.

...Would he?

No. No, way. He was probably just trying to get a rise out of me first thing in the morning. I should just ignore hi–

“Ah, we’ve made better time than I expected,” he murmured checking the estimated time of arrival. “We’ll be there in less than twelve hours. It should’ve taken us eighteen more. How did you manage that?”

Okay, this I could do. I could totally talk work.

“Oh, I made a few routine course adjustments and skirted around a few astronomical phenomena that could have slowed us down,” I said as I pulled up a log I’d been keeping of my adjustments. He skimmed over it and a low hum issued from his throat.

“...You do realize what this means, don’t you?” Letant asked looking up at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “This means we have six fewer hours to spend together on this journey. You wound me, Lieutenant. Am I truly so unpleasant a traveling companion?”

He laid a hand dramatically over his chest and adopted a look of faux innocence.

“Seriously? We’re flying through Dominion territory and that is what you’re worried about?” 

“Well, I did select you for this mission so that we could spend time together,” he replied as if it should be obvious. I could scarcely believe my ears. “I thought you might enjoy some private interaction with a man as attractive as I am.”

“You are the most arrogant person I’ve ever met.” The words were out of my mouth before I could even think about stopping them, but rather than looking offended, Letant merely leaned toward me in his ridiculous, open robe and smirked.

“And did it never cross your mind that I have what it takes to back up my inflated ego?”

I had no rebuttal for that. The possibility had crossed my mind several times, in fact. Taking my silence as an answer, the Senator seemed satisfied that he’d gotten his point across.

“Now, before we reach our long-awaited destination, I need to brief you on what to expect,” he said, as if I hadn’t been briefed on the basics before we left. Before I could protest, however, he held up a hand. “There are several details that the Romulan government did not see fit to authorize me to convey to Starfleet, details that you must be made aware of if we are to complete this mission successfully.”

“Is the probe sentient or something?”

Letant let out a short burst of mirthful laughter.

“No, certainly not, although I admire your vivid imagination. The probe we’re going to be looking for is equipped...with a cloaking device.”

With the most serious expression I could muster, I set my coffee aside and laid my hand over one of his.

“Letant, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Starfleet has been aware that your people have had cloaking devices for over a century. I’m so sorry, I know that must come as a bit of a shock.” He gave me an exasperated look, and I couldn’t help but smile mischievously at having finally irritated him for once.

“You know, you are gorgeous, intelligent, and an utter pleasure to be around, but, Elements, my girl, you can be infuriating,” he said lifting my hand to his lips.

“Speak for yourself, Deihu.” The expression on his face morphed into pure surprise. “My apologies for the interruption. Please continue. What is it about this cloaking device that makes it so special?”

“Not only is it a new type of cloak, it was made more durable as well. We expect that it survived the crash and is still active,” Letant explained.

“So we’re going to be looking for a fully cloaked probe? How the hell are we supposed to find it, then?” Maybe that was why we’d been given a full day to search for this damn thing.

“Ah, I have a deactivation signal that I’ve already programmed into our tricorders. Once we scan the probe, it’ll decloak, we can remove the section that we need, and we can get back home,” he murmured, skimming his thumbs over the back of my hand. Why did he still have my hand?

And why did I never want him to let go?

“Why not just put that code into the runabout computer and scan the whole planet from orbit?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

“Because the tricorders can be destroyed afterward. The runabout computer can’t if we want to get home.” Of course. The Romulan Empire wouldn’t want any trace of how we deactivated a cloak to exist afterward to compromise them. “I do have the approximate location of where the probe went down - it was still transmitting as it crashed - so we should be able to land close enough to get into tricorder range within a reasonable span of time.”

A rather unpleasant thought occurred to me, then, and for the first time, I was forced to confront just how dangerous Letant could be if he so chose. His species was physically stronger than mine. If he wanted to hurt me, he could with barely any effort, and I would have no chance of stopping him.

“And...when we’re searching for the probe, what happens if I end up seeing it or the decloaking codes? Are you going to have to eliminate me for the sake of the Empire’s security?” To my horror, my voice was much quieter and shakier than I anticipated. Letant’s grip on my hand tightened by a fraction, and he looked at me with an inscrutable expression.

“If you truly believe that I could ever raise a hand to you, then you don’t know me as well as you think, e’lev,” he said. “I chose you for this mission, because I trust you not to reveal any more than is necessary to your superiors.”

I didn’t quite know what to say to that, so I simply nodded my head. Savoring the feeling of his fingers holding mine, I looked at Letant curiously. What was I supposed to make of him?

--

The rest of the trip was relatively quiet as I mulled over everything I’d learned. We were both mostly silent as we took turns getting changed back into our uniforms in the back. Even Letant’s flirtations were more subtle. I was working off muscle memory more than conscious effort as we approached the planet to enter orbit.

“Lieutenant, I’m inputting the range of coordinates where the probe could possibly be. If you could place us in synchronous orbi–”

He was cut off by an explosion rocking the craft and throwing us from our seats. My arm collided hard with the deck plating, and I let out a grunt of pain as I struggled to right myself.

“The starboard engine just overloaded,” I called as I finally got a glimpse at my panel. I clawed myself back into my chair and aimed us as close as I could manage to the area Letant had indicated. He pulled himself up just as I did, and as I held us on course, he started an emergency shutdown for the warp and impulse engines. “We’re going down no matter what we do! Brace yourself for impact!”

The collision jolted me from my seat, but before I could hit anything, a pair of strong, warm arms caught me. Grabbing onto Letant instinctively, we clung to each other for dear life until the runabout came to a screeching halt in the dirt.

In the unnatural silence that followed, our breaths seemed much too loud. I kept my face buried in the crook of the Senator’s neck for several beats longer than was strictly necessary, catching my breath and savoring the solidity of his body against mine.

Letant breathed my name against the top of my head, and I reluctantly forced myself to pull back far enough to look at him. A dribble of green blood trickled down the side of his head from a small gash.

“You’re hurt,” I murmured as I reached up and turned his head so I could examine him.

“Perhaps, but you’re not.” A glimmer of triumph twined through his words. Forcing myself onto my feet, I found the emergency medkit and passed the dermal regenerator over his injury with as much care as I possessed. He touched the spot gingerly when I was done and smiled up at me when he found himself healed. “You have my sincerest gratitude, e’lev.”

A flutter of pride went through my chest as I put the medical tools back in the kit. As a precaution, I took out a medical tricorder and set it aside in case we needed it.

“Why is this probe so important, anyway?” I asked a few moments later as we examined the outside of the runabout. Surveying the craft for damage was our first order of business. After all, if there was no chance we’d get off this planet, there was little point in rushing off to find the probe. Survival always came first. “May I know what we almost died in pursuit of? Surely, we didn’t go through all of this just for a prototype cloaking device.”

“No, it wasn’t just the cloak. Our probe managed to record secret information on the Dominion, but I’m afraid I can tell you no more than that without endangering you,” he said as he stepped over a large log. “Well, the propulsion systems appear to be offline but functional, as well the weapons.”

“Not quite. The antigrav thrusters are shot. We’ll have to get those working again before we can lift off,” I called as I pulled a branch out of one of the intake ports. “Okay. Well, it looks like we shouldn’t be stuck here for too long, at least. We should be able to find the probe, fix the thrusters, and head back.”

A vague noise of approval sounded from my companion.

“We landed not far from the probe’s potential crash site. If you’ve got the tricorders set up, we can start our search now,” I suggested as we both met up at the door of the runabout. Anticipating my statement, Letant held out two tricorders, one for me, and one for him. I noted that the medical one was already strapped to his side. Grabbing a second commbadge from inside the cabin, I traded it for the tricorder. “Keep your commline open. After all, we’ve only got each other out here.”

“Indeed. Watch yourself, Lieutenant,” Letant said as I strapped a phaser and holster around my waist. His own disruptor gleamed in the evening light. 

The setting sun cast long, sleepy shadows across the ground as we tramped through the trees. I’d taken a different direction than the Senator so that we could cover more ground, and I couldn’t help but wonder whether he was allowing himself to pause and take in the beauty of this previously unexplored planet. 

“Report, Lieutenant.” Speak of the devil.

“I’m not reading any humanoid lifeforms, only plant life, small animals, and various insects. I’m not reading the probe, either, so apparently I’m not in range yet.”

“No need to worry, Lieutenant. I’ve apparently entered range of the probe. I’ve almost reached it now. As far as life form readings, I’m getting the same as you. Be cautious, though. There’s an insect I scanned which appears to be venomous.” Letant’s warning came just as I stepped into a clearing filled with what looked like bioluminescent moths. Their colors varied through the entire visible spectrum of light, creating pulsations and swirls of color in the sky. For a moment, I could do no more than watch them in silence.

“Oh, wow,” I breathed as I watched the little winged bugs dance in the low evening light. “Letant, you’ve got to come see this!”

“Acknowledged. I’ve gotten what we need from the probe. On my way,” he responded, but I barely noticed. As if the little bugs were aware that they had an audience, they fluttered together and fanned out in a brilliant array of shapes I couldn’t even begin to describe. Just as I began to hear the Senator’s footsteps approaching me, the entire swarm of brilliantly hued moths fluttered toward me. I stumbled backward against a very solid chest. Turning just enough to confirm I’d bumped into Letant, my eyes met his just as the moths flew around us in a tight spiral from our toes to our heads. The light from their wings caressed his features, sparkling in his irises as I looked up at him in utter awe. His voice came out as a breathy whisper when he spoke a single word. “E’lev...”

The thrumming of wings slowly lowered in volume, and we watched the moths’ progress as they began to alight upon the branches of the trees at the perimeter of the clearing, colors still pulsing and changing as beautifully as before. Becoming aware of two arms wrapped around me like iron bars holding me upright against the Senator’s chest, I felt my face begin to burn.

“Thanks for catching me,” I murmured. Was it my imagination or was his face getting closer?

“It was my pleasure,” he breathed, and his lips brushed against mine. As my eyelids fluttered closed, though, something sharp jabbed my neck, and I let out a startled yelp. Turning me in his grasp, Letant caught my hand as I reached for the area. “Hush, it’s alright. Let me see.”

Baring my neck for him, I felt my heart sink when he swore in Romulan under his breath and pulled out his tricorder.

“Let me guess. That was one of the venomous ones.” The quiet beeping of the tricorder cut through the deafening silence - an answer of its own. I could already feel sweat beading on my skin beneath my uniform. Whatever this venom was, it was potent.

“We’re too far from the runabout to make it there before you suffer any ill effects. Do you trust me?” I’d barely even managed to answer in the affirmative when his lips closed over the bite mark and sucked hard. Gasping at the sensation, I clutched at his shoulders and tried to work out what the hell he was doing. Pain lanced through me from the wound, but after something pulled free, every ounce of discomfort within me transformed into intense euphoria.

The Senator spat something on the ground a moment later then returned his lips to the same place, sucking hard again. This time a moan tore from my throat. I never wanted him to stop. I felt like I’d die if he stopped - hell, I think I murmured something to that effect as I clung to him.

 It was as if the sensitivity of every nerve in my body had been heightened all at once starting with the spot where Letant’s lips were glued to my skin. Cascading downwards across my entire being, electricity, desperation, and pleasure had all been ignited within me.

Through the fog, the vague thought that he was attempting to suck the poison out of my wound poked at my mind, but it was deftly swatted away by the feeling of his lips repositioning themselves on my neck as one of his large hands supported the back of my head.

He spat something else onto the ground, but by then I was nearly limp with pleasure. I’d been close to an orgasm, so achingly close. Tears sprang to my eyes at the loss of contact, and all too soon he was asking me a question that I was too bleary to comprehend.

“Lieutenant? Can you understand me?” He sounded almost panicked, but I’d made out enough to answer that time. “Let’s get you back to the runabout.”

What the hell? Why did I nearly have an orgasm from what amounted to rather enthusiastic necking? As we trudged back the way we’d come, Letant supported me with an arm around my waist. I hoped that he hadn’t noticed the stupidly strong arousal that the sting and his reaction had caused. Surely at such close range he had? But if he did, then why wasn’t he teasing me about it?

And why did I have that reaction in the first place? I’d wondered what it was like to be with him on more occasions than I cared to admit, of course, but why the hell did I feel like all my nerves were hypersensitive?

The burning, overwhelming need for stimulation settled into a persistent buzzing in my abdomen. I’d never heard of venom causing a reaction like this before.

As soon as we stepped inside the shuttle, I ducked into the washroom at the back of the runabout. Splashing water on my face, I barely managed to hold back the moan that threatened to bubble out of me at how good the cold liquid felt against my burning skin. When I reemerged, Letant looked over at me with concern furrowing his brow.

“Are you experiencing any odd symptoms?” He asked, and I hated how my body reacted instantly to his voice. Any assistance that the cool water had provided disappeared as my skin heated further and I was forced to look away from him. “Lieutenant?”

“Hypersensitivity,” I answered. I hoped he would simply drop the topic and allow me to remain vague in my answer, but I had no such luck.

“In what way?”

“My hearing is amplified, smells are stronger, and I’m more aware of tactile sensations.” As I explained, Letant’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. Silently, he pulled out the medical tricorder he’d grabbed earlier and scanned me. After a long moment, he set it aside and moved to my side.

“E’lev, what can I do to help you?” He’d lowered his voice, likely out of consideration for my condition, which simultaneously made things better and worse. My ears hurt a little less, but this new register was gravelly and sinful, making me close my eyes as I felt a new gush of warmth between my legs. “You have a fever and elevated levels of hormones. Are you experiencing other symptoms that you haven’t mentioned?”

“Let’s just get the thrusters working so we can get off this planet,” I rasped as I stepped around him and got a tool kit. Focusing on anything would be difficult, but it would be better than throwing myself at a man like Letant.

I wanted him, oh, I wanted him desperately - I felt like I’d go crazy if he didn’t see though my act and fuck me soon - but he flirted with anything that moved. It was more likely that if I made a move, he’d tell me politely that he preferred prettier women...dabo girls like Hartla and Leeta, not officers like me. The idea that he could want someone like me was a childish fantasy, but...I wasn’t ready for it to end. Not yet.

The last few days had felt like a dream. He’d even seemed like he was letting his guard down in a sincere way. I wasn’t quite ready to give that up. His feelings might not be genuine, but mine were. I knew I’d have to wake up and face reality one day, but this trip had allowed me to push that sobering thought aside for a while.

As we worked on the downed systems, I was acutely aware of his proximity. Every time he moved, my stomach clenched and the traitorous heat between my legs got worse. Eventually, the computer pinged, notifying us that the engines were working again.

“Strap in. I’ll start the launch sequence,” I called as I made sure everything we’d brought was secure. Letant double-checked to make sure everything was secure, and within minutes we cleared the atmosphere. Though I didn’t remember doing so until later, I set our course back toward the wormhole and engaged the engines at our maximum speed. I had the distinct impression that whatever that insect had done to me needed to be fixed as quickly as possible.

I had no idea how much time had passed since we launched when a warm, familiar hand landed gently on my shoulder. I tensed involuntarily despite the inherent caution in its owner’s every movement.

“Why don’t you let me take over for a while? I assure you, I’m perfectly capa–”

“Yes, I’m sure you are, but I’m fine,” I cut him off trying to sound as though I was something close to normal again. Letant wasn’t buying it, though. He wasn’t fool enough to believe that I’d dismissed such an intense reaction so quickly.

“You’re not fine. E’lev, you’ve been flying this runabout for hours, and neither of us has any idea how your condition might affect you,” the Senator said reaching over and activating the autopilot system. “Overexertion could be lethal, and I am not prepared to lose you.”

“Letant, for fuck’s sake, I’m–”

“You are ill, I outrank you, and I am giving you a direct order, Lieutenant.” I turned my seat to face him, scoffing all the while.

“You can’t give me a direct order, Senator. You’re not a Starfleet officer. I’m staying right fucking here!” As soon as the assertion left my lips I knew it was the wrong thing to say. I tried to swivel my chair back to face my work station, but Letant caught it effortlessly in one hand. His damnable Romulan strength allowed him to keep it stationary with barely more than a thought. Slowly, he rose to his feet and leaned in close enough to brace his other hand on the back of my seat, effectively caging me in.

“I may not be a member of your precious Federation, but I am responsible for your safety!” I’d seen the Senator irritated before, even close to anger, but the passion burning in his eyes had me frozen squarely in place, pinned by his gaze. “You will get yourself cleaned up, lie down in your bunk, and get some rest. Argue with me again, and I will toss you over my shoulder and tie you to your bed until we return to the station. Is that clear?”

The low, velvety caress of his voice contrasted with the harshness of his tone, and suddenly, I couldn’t decide whether I was intimidated or more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I acknowledged that it was a particularly potent combination of both.

Undoubtedly mistaking my silence for fear, Letant’s gaze softened, and he cupped my face in both his hands. Silently, gently, he touched my forehead lightly with his, and his next words came out barely above a whisper.

“You know...surely, you must know that I’m doing this to keep you safe...?”

Covering his fingers with mine, I tried to steady my breathing. He was so close to me, and he smelled so good! Every inhale filled me with more desperation, especially when I contemplated how easy it would be to kiss him, but I hoped beyond hope that I wasn’t being too obvious despite our proximity.

Realizing I’d been silent for too long, I swallowed and forced myself to take a breath.

“I trust you, Letant. I always will,” I murmured. I hoped he would never question the reason behind my certainty. He pulled back just far enough to allow me to get shakily to my feet. “I’ll do as you ask, but just this once.”

With a small, fond smile, he brushed a bit of hair behind my ear.

“We’ll see about that, e’lev.” With that parting tease out in the open, I walked - or rather, stumbled - into the aft section of the runabout.

--

By the time that the dirt had sloughed off me in the sonic shower, I had to concentrate very hard stay upright. I was exhausted. First, the crash, then the walk through the woods, and the sting...it had been a long day.

The heat between my legs had intensified even further, leaving me shaking as I leaned against the wall of the sonic shower. The coolness against my overheated skin made me moan. The sound came out much louder than I’d intended, and I hoped that Letant hadn’t heard me.

Letant. Just thinking about him sent a fresh wave of slick dripping from my center. He wouldn’t know as long as I was quiet, would he?

Dipping my fingers between my legs, I was forced to slap a hand over my mouth at how good the friction felt. Against my better judgment, I brought myself to a quick, mostly-quiet orgasm, stifling my moans the best I could.

I could finally breathe a little easier once I’d blown off a bit of steam. One tiny little orgasm wasn’t going to be sufficient to make everything stop. I could tell. But it had given me the relief and clear mind that I needed to be able to go through the rest of my nightly routine and crawl into my bunk.

Rest, however, was thin on the ground. The heat that had been plaguing me in ever-building waves kept me tossing and turning in search of comfort. As I faded in and out of consciousness, brief flashes of dreams flitted across the insides of my eyelids. 

Hell, I even dreamed that Letant came to check on me, once. The quiet, familiar beeping of the medical tricorder seemed distant and hazy compared to the soft, affectionate caress on my cheek. He whispered that word he’d been saying all through this trip: ‘e’lev.’ It felt important. Everything about this dream felt important, but I couldn’t place my finger on the reason, choosing instead to allow myself to fall back into my troubled, achy sleep.

When I finally gave up on sleep several hours later, I was covered in sweat. My own natural lubricant dripped down my thighs once more, and I was forced to get in the sonic shower again just to become halfway presentable. I didn’t bother with a uniform when I got out. Opting instead for comfortable set of clothes, I walked shakily toward the runabout cabin.

I paused and leaned against the wall for support, contemplating how I was supposed to beat this, but in that short span of time I managed to catch Letant’s attention.

He looked thoroughly surprised to see me standing upright in my condition, but truth be told, he looked a little worse for wear himself. The Senator looked haggard, as if he hadn’t slept yet. And there was worry in his eyes - so much concern that I hadn’t seen from him before.

“You should be in bed,” he croaked as he got to his feet. Not giving him the chance to herd me away, I took a few determined steps forward.

“I’m fine,” I rasped, but he didn’t look at all convinced.

“E’lev, why won’t you tell me what’s wrong? I know you’re experiencing more than you’ve let on. If you tell me, I might be able to help yo–”

“You can’t, okay?!” He looked surprised by my outburst. Hell, I was surprised by my outburst. “You can’t help me, because I feel like I’m going to scratch my skin off if I don’t...if...”

A stab of pain and arousal wound through my abdomen, silencing my protests. Wrapping my arms around my middle, I dropped to my knees and tried to breathe through the sensation. Nothing I’d done had helped so far. Fingering myself in the bathroom had given me temporary relief, but as soon as I came in close proximity with Letant again, the almost uncontrollable lust had returned stronger than before. It had only grown since the sting, and now I was left a trembling, humiliated mess on the floor in front of the Senator.

“Do you think you’ve been successful in your efforts to hide your condition from me?” The question wasn’t accusatory, but I still looked away as he knelt in front of me and grasped my shoulders. “Because your pheromones gave you away the moment I tried sucking the stinger and venom from your neck.”

I looked up at him in alarm, but all that met me was a warm, gentle smile.

“You knew?”

“Of course, I did. Between that and your scent in the shower, it has been quite obvious that you are in need of some intimate attention,” he said, and my face burned. “If you truly have no desire to allow me to help you, I will respect your wishes and leave you in privacy, but over the time I’ve known you, I always felt there was...more to our interactions. If I was mistaken about my interest being mutual, I sincerely apologize, but if I was right...please, allow me to alleviate your suffering.”

“Are you doing this out of pity?” Letant looked scandalized by the mere suggestion. “Why would you be attracted to me when there are women who are so much...well, more?”

“No, I’m not doing this out of pity! My interest in you has always been genuine. I thought you of all people would’ve realized that by now, e’lev,” he said cupping my cheeks softly and looking into my eyes. Instead of mirth, all I found this time was sincerity and affection. “Why would I waste my time with anyone else when perfection is right here in front of me? None of them are you.”

His lips covered mine, and I stopped thinking altogether. Surrendering to the sensation, my eyelids fluttered closed, and I clutched at the front of his tunic. As though a switch had been flipped, I gave in. Letant was all I’d wanted for a long time.

Before I even realized I’d moved, I pulled him closer and practically started climbing him. A gentle laugh reverberated through his chest as he caught my waist, and I nibbled my way down the side of his jaw.

“Desperate, are we? Don’t worry, my eager girl. I’m going to help you,” he murmured lifting me into his arms. As he carried me toward the bunk in the aft section, I clung to him, trailing my lips across his skin in a haze of lust. I’d given in entirely to my raging hormones and my desire, and I needed him to just fuck me already! 

A pained whine escaped me when Letant laid me on the bed and I was forced to release my death grip on his shoulders. Had he decided I was more trouble than I was worth? No, surely he wouldn’t leave me when I needed him this badly.

My worries were silenced when he laid one of his large hands on my upper thigh and allowed it to skim upwards to the utterly doused fabric covering my crotch.

“So beautiful...” His reverent whisper made me arch toward him, praying for more friction than just that of fabric. “You’d let me do whatever I wanted to you, wouldn’t you?”

“Anything. Anything, just please touch me–ah!” My begging morphed into an almost feral sound of pleasure as he tore the crotch of my leggings and dragged his fingertips through my folds. Suddenly I was incredibly grateful to my earlier self for choosing to forego underwear. That was the wisest choice I’d made all week.

“Hush, I won’t leave you unfulfilled,” he promised, slipping one, then two fingers inside of me. Clutching the bedsheets frantically, I found myself lost in his gaze. Hunger, passion, and potent confidence drew me to him like a moth to a flame. It was painfully obvious, now, that Letant’s earlier insinuation about having good reasons to be confident in his abilities was absolutely true. 

Had I a scrap of dignity left, I would’ve been irritated at that revelation. As it was, all I could manage was a series of desperate moans and pleas as the Senator curled his fingers within me. In an embarrassingly short amount of time, I was arching off the bed and gushing around his digits. 

Letant murmured quiet praises that made a small, quiet part of myself roar with pride at having earned his compliments. He leaned down to kiss me, and almost without conscious thought, I maneuvered him beneath me and started tugging at his clothing. There need to be less separating us. I needed the hardness tenting his pants inside me now!

The next few moments were a blur of clothes sailing away from the bed, and finally - finally - I was able to sink down on his length. The tightness of his grip on my hips spoke to his own growing need for this coupling. We were both beyond words when I began to ride him in earnest. He sat up beneath me and wrapped an arm around my waist, even as his free hand tangled its way into my hair.

Our labored breathing sounded so right. This was what we’d been missing all this time. When I finally tipped over the edge into another orgasm, the last of my lover’s restraint snapped, and he shoved me onto my back amidst the sheets.

Resuming his place between my legs, Letant looked positively feral as he set out to prove why Romulans made superior mates. He gave me everything: powerful thrusts, hungry growls, and an orgasm intense enough to make my voice go hoarse when I called his name.

The fires ignited by the venom in my veins finally cooled when a shattered moan poured from his throat and his seed filled me in hot spurts. Bliss and tranquility blanketed every cell in my body as he rained featherlight kisses across my mouth and cheeks. This was heaven.

Letant maneuvered us into a much more comfortable position, murmuring that I should rest. His voice melted into a delicious hum that In was too boneless and satiated to comprehend, but it was alright. Everything was alright. He’d protect me.

--

The first sensation I became aware of when I awoke was the gentle, affectionate caress of warm fingers across my back. Still wrapped solidly in the comforting embrace of a Romulan Senator, I let myself float leisurely back to the realm of consciousness. There was no rush. We were still a long way from the wormhole and Deep Space Nine.

Stirring slowly, I tilted my head just far enough to press my lips against Letant’s neck, prompting a low hum from deep in his chest.

“I take it you’re feeling better?” The Senator asked, and I let out an affirmative sound as I snuggled farther into his arms. “I thoroughly enjoy this version of you, you know...the one who isn’t pushing me away.”

Guilt wormed its way through me as I recalled all the instances where I hadn’t believed he was sincere in his flirtations.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, e’lev. You were protecting yourself,” he murmured pressing his lips against my forehead in a gentle kiss. “I do want you to know, though, that for as long as I live, I will be yours. Assuming you’ll have me, of course.”

Pushing myself up far enough to look into his eyes, I traced my fingertips down the bridge of his nose and over the softness of his lips. Then, without my permission, the words I’d held inside of me for so long finally poured out.

“I love you, Letant.” The smile he gave me as he flipped me onto my back and hovered over me was the most glorious sight I’d ever witnessed.

“I think you know how I feel about you, but just in case the idea needs reinforcing: I will love you until all the stars in the universe go out,” the Senator promised before catching my lips in a tender kiss that inevitably deepened into something more. He practically dragged himself down my body, lips trailing in his wake, eyes burning into my soul, pausing only when he was far enough to lift my legs over his shoulders. The mischief in his eyes told me everything I needed to know about what he was planning.

“Letant, you...don’t have to–”

“Oh, but I want to. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you,” he crooned as he kissed his way up my thighs. “Your pheromones are so strong that every time you enter a room, you’re all I can think about...all I can imagine...all I desire. I’ve fallen asleep so many times with the memory of your scent lingering in my mind that I almost always wake up so hard that it fucking hurts.”

I moaned before I could stop myself, but Letant was undeterred. Trailing his lips up my inner thigh, he made every move with intention and tenderness enough to convince me that he actually had imagined us like this before. When his eyes met mine, it hit me that the emotions he spoke of weren’t just a womanizer’s bluster, they were real.

He loved me as much as I loved him.

And apparently he was going to make quite certain that I never questioned the sincerity of his feelings for me again.

~*~*~

Romulan Words:

e’lev = darling

Deihu = Senator

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#Senator Letant x Reader #Letant x Reader #smut smut smutty smut #deepspacedukat fic

[atomicwinnerdreamland]

Heyyyyyy I saw you were taking requests :)

Can we please have some NY and Louisiana hc’s?

Hii! Yes of course :D

New York:

-He likes to paint and read. His favorite things to paint are sunsets/sunrises, architecture (CA's Golden Gate, FL's Disney World, his own buildings, etc), and plants. His favorite types of books to read are psychological thriller, fantasy, and coming of age classics (occasionally romance as well, though he'd never admit it)

-He and California have little arguments where they talk about how similar they are to each other. "I have the Brooklyn Bridge!" "Well I have the Golden Gate!" "I have the New York Times, you copycat!" "No you're the copycat, I have the Los Angeles Times!" They're not really arguments though since these conversations usually end in laughter.

-Speaking of the NYT, he likes to journal. Whenever he can't resort to violence to let out emotions, he writes his feelings out on the nearest piece of paper he can find. Sometimes he burns them, other times he keeps them in a special drawer to read for later. He also likes to write little moments that occur in his life that he finds interesting; like eating good food, making a snowman, discovering a new song he knows he'll hyperfixate on for months, etc. He also likes to write books, though most of the time they're just little picture books you could read to kids because that's all he has time for

-I've mentioned this before, but New York plays board games with California. He wins against Cal in Monopoly but loses against him in Uno. New York also plays games (board games and party games) against his northeastern besties and he's very competitive when doing so.

-He's a fashion icon. The other states ask him for fashion advice and he delivers since fashion is a passion for him 💅 He's been told he could be a model, but he never actively pursued a modeling career bc of his statehouse responsibilities

-I feel like he'd be a huge fan of Taylor Swift, especially 1989 TV. Evermore's another one of her albums that he vibes with since a song called coney island's on it and bc it's a calming album for him :)

-He's friendly to Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine. All three states are kind and don't annoy him, and New York appreciates that. They also all play in the snow at times. He also has a soft spot for Indiana, Wyoming, and Alaska.

-This one's a popular one, but my baby over here has insomnia. The only way he can get a true night's rest is if somebody's there to cuddle him ane calm his mind down, like *coughs* California. This fic by @alaskashigh is a great example of this if you want to read one :)

-Him and Illinois get along well. They buy each other coats for the winter and argue a lot about pizza and sports teams. Through this, New York managed to get along with Indiana and Minnesota, and now all three of them like to grocery shop together lol

-When that whole fiasco of the skies turning orange occured in the Northeast, the first person New York turned to was California, and rightfully so. California helped patch New York up and gave him advice on how to deal with stuff like that. New York told the rest of the NE what Cal told him so that they also know what to do.

-He shows he cares through gifts and actions. He doesn't say "I love you" very often, but he'd hurt anyone who hurts his loved ones, give you his coat when you're cold, make you some food, or plants specific flowers when he finds out what flowers you like. New Jersey usually helps New York with the planting part, and that's one of the rare times those 2 get along.

Louisiana:

-Louisiana hangs out in the woods with Florida and Texas just to get away from the Statehouse and to gossip.

-One of his favorite songs ever is House of the Rising Sun, and he never misses an opportunity to sing it. You can hear him sing it while he cooks, cleans, or when he does really anything. The states aren't annoyed about it though because his voice is captivating.

-He's a very comforting person. The states go to him whenever they need somebody to talk to because Loui can do it all: he can listen, cook, and make jokes.. whatever you need to feel better.

-He enjoys learning about old folk tales, urban legends, and superstitions in the US and around the world. The states often catch him watching paranormal true crime documentaries with a grin on his face, and the only state that's not unsettled by this is Florida.

-Speaking of Florida, he and Florida go on dates by doing the most dangerous stuff. Skydiving without parachutes, doing hit and runs, armed robbery in important government buildings just to make Gov mad, whatever crazy things these goons can think of. But on other times where they're feeling relaxed, their dates are just them cuddling or eating. They enjoy both bc they have each other :)

-(TW: suicide, death) If he was a normal person, he'd be dead a long time ago. He's been stabbed, shot at, beat up, hanged, basically killed, but since he's a personification he just sustained the injuries and went on about his day. When he found out he was a personification, he killed himself just to see what'd happen. Would he clearly see the paranormal stuff he likes so much? Would he see an afterlife? Imagine his surprise when nothing happened to him.

-He can read, but he just doesn't want to. He just likes to read his Mama's recipes and children's books. When New York makes a new children's book, Loui usually asks him if he can read it, and New York lets him.

-He was a nice kid in high school. Respectful to his Mama, probably indulged in some sports, escaped to the woods once in a while, and had a decent group of friends that were just as wild as him. He's the type of guy to not make any enemies, and he was one of those rare ones who were good looking in high school (I wish that were me lmao)

-He and Texas are buddies and cook together a lot. When Louisiana needs help with anything, especially natural disasters, Texas is the first one to make sure he's okay and vice versa. When Florida's off doing... something that definitely is a threat to his life and/or someone else's (aka being himself), Loui and Texas go to parties together. Loui gets drunk and usually almost blacks out whereas Texas only takes a couple drinks to make sure he and Loui get back home safe. They got each other's backs, basically.

-He and South Dakota get along most of the time, and the only time they don't is when SD talks about Pierre and pronounces it "peer". Loui doesn't take it too seriously, but they like to jokingly argue about it.

-He has a big heart and it's obvious. He likes to show love through his words and his actions. Like New York, he wouldn't hesitate to throw a punch to someone who has hurt you, but he also would stop whatever he's doing to make sure you feel loved and taken care of. He's almost burned the statehouse down once because he was comforting his buddy Arkansas, but California was around to stop this potential fire. He also likes to say he cares about you, you can occasionally hear him say je t'aime mon amour/mon ami(e) & tu es magnifique. (I love you, my love/my friend & you are beautiful).

That's all I have for now, thank you for the ask :D

#wttt #welcome to the table #wttsh #ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #wttt new york #wttt louisiana #wttt headcanons #wttt caliyork #caliyork is slightly mentioned tho #wttt floui

[johns-prince]

Wanna make it a point that I've never actually sat down and watched the 2019 Rocketman movie, but I do know enough that The Beatles are mentioned and hinted at throughout the film, not to mention there's a bit where it appears that Elton got the rest of his stage name (Elton John) from the John of The Beatles but but but but the important one at least the most important to me that I for some reason remember quite vividly despite not watching this movie once, and been thinking very hard about, is this one scene:

Here if you want to watch the scene yourself.

And while the lines in the script were changed a bit, and those who were saying like one or two line changed, like the ''living and working together'' changed to just ''living together'' which I do find rather interesting, but otherwise that one line remained unchanged from script to acting out:

RAY

Whoever heard of song writers not

living and working together. Lennon

and McCartney are inseparable.

You can read the script here, find this on page 39.

The fact that Lennon and McCartney, their legendary collaborative partnership, being brought up here, of all times. Specifically because while you can't pick up intonation from the script, how Dick asks them if they're flatmates suggests a bit of leering, underhanded silent question ''are you two as men living together, y'know, as queers."

You can even see the guarded expression on Elton's face when this is asked, only to be relieved and softened when Bernie answers clearly with a "No, we live with our mums."

It's after that, and after the same man states ''whoever heard of two song writers not living together'' (the 'living and working together' was replaced with only 'living together' in the movie, which I think is also curious) that Ray, the man advocating for these two, responds seriously with "Yes, Lennon and McCartney are inseparable."

Lennon and McCartney are inseparable. Not were, but are.

If I've got my timelines right for this movie, and if my little bit of research is correct, Elton John and Bernie Taupin got started together in 1967. That means this scene here is during 1967.

Ya'll. If you know your McLennon history, 1967 is like, peak McLennon, it's peak free love Lennon-McCartney.

It was said that during 1967, John was most often found visiting and staying long periods at Paul's house:

“I was fortunate enough to see them together many times in the late 60’s, and have always been fascinated by what I saw/heard: they finished each other’s sentences, laughed together, just seemed totally in sync. I was a 15-year-old girl, but I did notice that about the two of them and will never forget it.”

“We used to go to Paul’s house in the afternoon. John often went there, George and Ringo went too, but John went more often. Then they would go to the studios. Some people would stay to see them leave the house and others would be at the studios to see them arrive.” Lizzie Bravo, apple scruff, on John and Paul [x]

Even as George said it, “...the crucible was in 1967 [sic; 1957] when John and Paul became a duo.” [x]

Listen, I know this movie isn't necessarily strictly on-the-money accurate or precise, and that it is a 'musical biographical fantasy drama about Elton John' but but but it's the fact that this would be considered something to even have said or mentioned, in the kind of way it was, in the kind of moment in that scene, which is happening in 1967.

We have it being said: Lennon and McCartney are inseparable.

You could say it's subtle enough that no one would really notice, right? That it makes sense for Paul and John to be brought up as a comparison to Bernie and Reggie (Elton) with other mentions of Beatles influence scattered and briefly highlighted in early and young Elton John's start off breakthrough years.

Though if you're a real Beatlemaniac, a real Mclennon Truther, and you watch this scene, and catch the tone of the manager's voice hinting at something in 'flatmates' and the look on his face as he brings up the not-so-subtle-accusation-question, and then with Lennon and McCartney being labeled as noticeably inseparable to those working in the industry, as a vocal agreement with ''who ever heard of song writing partners not living together'' and an example as such.

It was said that during 1967, John was most often found visiting and staying long periods at Paul's house:

“I was fortunate enough to see them together many times in the late 60’s, and have always been fascinated by what I saw/heard: they finished each other’s sentences, laughed together, just seemed totally in sync. I was a 15-year-old girl, but I did notice that about the two of them and will never forget it.”

“We used to go to Paul’s house in the afternoon. John often went there, George and Ringo went too, but John went more often. Then they would go to the studios. Some people would stay to see them leave the house and others would be at the studios to see them arrive.” Lizzie Bravo, apple scruff, on John and Paul.

While this is a fantasy/drama biographical, Elton was the executive producer of this movie, and he and his husband had been working on trying to produce a film based on his life for like, two decades. Elton John was friends with John Lennon during the 70s, and they seemed to get on rather well, Elton not having a bad thing to say about Lennon, even though the 70s were tumultuous for him. I'm not necessarily saying Elton knows anything in particular, or truly understood the deeper happenings and complicated relationship that carved up John and Paul, but I'm sure John must've talked with him about it to some extent.

As a friend of mine said as I brought this one scene up to her, while it's probably Elton poking fun at the whole McLennon conspiracy, if anyone knew about some shit going down between John and Paul, anything much more deeper and intimate than just two mates creating music and being buddy-buddy, Elton would be that someone, or at least had his own suspicions.

So I'm sure Elton must've known something, or was suspicion of something, to some degree. There had to be a relevancy for him to want to include and greenlight that line in this scene with those lines and the body language and the quiet accusation of homosexual relations going on between these two up-and-coming songwriters/musicians who actually turn out to be like, platonic soulmates themselves, and to include Lennon-McCartney between the mix and as a comparison.

"Yeah! Lennon and McCartney are inseparable."

#mclennon #anthology of mclennon #elton john #the tinhat has made a reappearance in this post ik ik and idc #never watched the movie but this scene haunts me

[brazilian-whalien52]

" I am tired of dramas where the men show all consideration for the female lead and she does not even think about his situation" If this isn't me. It's getting exhausting how many times lately we get these stories where the men are going above and beyond in every way and the women are not even close you're right there should be a balance idk what they're trying to do? Is it the fantasy for women with prince charming who will do anything for her? But surely we want to see equal relationships where both people are doing the work.

Yes. I do believe they work a lot with the fantasy of many people (in this case specifically women) of having a perfect partner. And I will not say this is necessarily boring, but when it's every other story it definitely become. This also has so many consequences to female protagonists? When you talk about kdramas most of the fan will hardly indicate a women has their favorite character, because honestly, they start the story super strong and cool but them, as we reach the last episodes everything is solved by the protagonist. It becomes about his tragic past. He is the one making the sacrifices. He is the one that actively solves the problem while the FL seems to be just there? I already saw dramas that started with the FL being a badass bodyguard, and in the end it seems she barely knows the basic of self defense.

And yeah, I wouldn't lie and say that I would hate a relationship where I am treated like a queen. But overtime just seems like a boring fairy tail, because idk I feel that a good relationship is a two way street. And honestly, in the end I would feel super uncomfortable in a relationship like this.

#ask #answer #sorry i took so long #marry my husband

[mr-laveau]

Cu-wip-osity tag game >:D

@cash-n-prizes really told me to get my ass in gear and WELL, here I am so here we go!

rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. let others ask questions about the ones that interest them, and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Tagging: there are too many people to tag and i don’t talk to that many people sooooo whoever wants can tag in. Trust me, I cannot tag that many people for this.

And Then there were three - SH, Angel & Baaabe

Roses n’ Thorns - Darlin/Quinn (past) - Darren(Darlin) used to be in a band with Quinn called Rose n’ Thorns. Yes, I did in fact write Darr being in a band with Quinn into his actual backstory, fuck timelines and canon, I do what I want.

Spell slot - Lovely(electro)/Vincent

Gotcha bitch! - Darlin/pack - poly Shaw pack - Darren (Darlin) has a breakdown when the pack throws him a surprise birthday party

In the face of eternity - Lovely(Vampire)

Who’s ya daddy? - SH/Milo (ft. Colm) - Sadhil (SH) realizes that he and Milo have daddy issues, except SH used to work for Milo’s daddy.

Pretty Girl(gn) Walk - Angel/Darlin/David(minor)

Self-portrait - Gavin/FL - Gavin has too many hobbies but this new one is fun.

Stellar Collapse - Starlight

Fed to the Wolves - David/Darlin

The importance of Couch sharing - Poly Shaw Pack - David/Darlin/Asher/Milo

Backup Generator - DAMN Polycule & Lovely(Vampire)/Vincent

Extra Lessons - Sam/FL/Darlin

Come Back to Haunt - David & SH

Do you have an appointment? - Sam/FL - R18

Hate to see em leave, Love to watch em go - Poly Shaw pack - Asher/Milo/David/Darlin - Asher and Milo talk about David & Darren (Darlin) behind their backs but they’re specifically talking about their behinds - R18

Sweet Dreams (are made of this) - Sunshine/Elliott

Dahlia Empowered Records & Profiles Department - audio project - Magnus Archives parody but make it Redacted

Honestly…no - David/Darlin

A Pack of Idiots - Poly Shaw Pack:

"I'm in love with Asher." David said. The room went quiet after that as Sadhil and Milo's eyes locked onto their alpha in disbelief–more specifically disbelief in the fact that David actually said the very thing that everyone in the pack would joke about when they saw him and his beta together in any capacity. The key word there being 'joked' because no one actually expected it to be true. Sadhil had the mind to question the statement further but got beat to the opportunity to speak. "Well no shit, Sherlock." Darren replied. "Took you that long to figure out?" Now eyes were going back and forth between Tank and David, the bigger wolf looking at the usually quiet shifter in bewilderment as they met his gaze with nonchalance. The investigator could already feel the tensions rising and if they knew both of their fellow pack members well enough then there'd be more to this. "What do you mean, long enough?" "–Darr means," Milo is the one to speak up this time, cutting off Tank from making anymore frank remarks and riling the other man up, "that we can all tell." "What?”

Running Memories - Darlin focused

Can You Roll a Charisma Check? - Lasko/Listener (pre-canon listener) - Lasko finds out that someone new has joined his DnD group and he’s definitely gonna have to roll high if he wants to impress them

Out for Blood - Sam/Darlin - R18

What if we all dated each other? - DAMN Polycule

In-Spectre - Yes I know that’s name of an anime, I’m being funny - SH/Milo:

"Why don't I take you dancin' some time?"  "You got two feet shorter than myself there, toots. You think you can keep up?" Sadhil smirks.

Bad Dog - (Dom) Darlin/ Sam - R18:

"Course not." The vampire huffs. "I know you better than that Darlin." "Do you really, doc?" Darren smiles as crosses his arms and slowly strides over to Sam from across the bar with a sly grin. "Because I know for a fact that there's a side to me you haven't met yet and he wants to make you beg like a hungry mutt." Sam Collins has never in his life wanted anything more than just to let his mate have their way with him right now. He doesn't have time to question why when the one thing racing in his mind is to let Darren use and abuse him like a bone for his wolf to chew on, and he'll be damned if he doesn't let tonight be the night for that to happen. "Where?" "As much as I would like to fuck you in one of the stalls here, I want your ass on a bed where I can have it to myself tonight."

Broke Back Mountain - Sam/Huxley

Ghostly Touches - Lasko/SH/Milo - R18

Don’t Hold Your Breath - DAMN Polycule

Two Birds - David/Darlin

Worth of Chance - SH & Colm

Sway - Vincent/Lovely 

Heart Strings - Asher/Baaabe/Darlin

Keeping Track of Things 1 & 2 - Darlin/Sam (feat. BE & Fred) 

Reset Button - Lovely(Vampire) & Sam

Ghosted - SH/Sam/Darlin

Parks & Recreation - Darlin/David

Anyways, have fun~

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fandom #ask meme #ask #ask game #inbox #redacted fanfic #redacted fanfiction #redacted asmr fanfic #redacted audio fanfic #writing wip #wips

[ultramarine-spirit]

Hello Mari, I'm not here to ask about something about wmmap but rather about another issue that has been bothering me in particular...

It's about female characters in abusive relationships.

So, I guess you already know that there are quite a few manhwas where the female lead ends up in a relationship with a very abusive male character and everyone hates him for that, right? Well that's not exactly my problem, no one likes to read couples that romanticize abuse, I understand why people hate it, I do it too, especially the male lead. My problem comes with the hatred of the female lead.

Okay, hate the relationship, I hate the guy for being a jerk but I don't like that they hate the female leads for staying with them. Many of these protagonists always have stories where they suffered abuse as children because the father hated them or the family ignored them, etc. At least to me it makes sense that a person who grew up this way can't fully distinguish what is healthy love from one that is not. If all you knew in your life was abuse, then why would you view abuse from your partner negatively?

And with this I do not intend to justify the couple, that it is okay for them to be together and that they should be together, of course not. I am completely against that.

My point is to stop hating fl for choosing the abusive ml!! I feel like that is like blaming the victim, if in a relationship the man is the abusive one and she still decides to stay with him it is still not his fault! Instead of hating the fl by calling it "stupid" or "annoying" they should try to understand the protagonist and hate the author for creating something like that.

I know that many of these stories are not for the purpose of showing an abusive relationship but rather they really sell it as if it were the best love story of all, but if we are able to use our criteria to know that the relationship is wrong then we should be able to understand that it is not the fl's fault for continuing to love her abuser.

I have thought about this for a long time but it resurfaced in me when this new webtoon came out called Beg or better yet, Cry. I have seen many criticize and hate the protagonist, Layla, for staying with Matthias but the girl suffered a lot of abuse, it is not her fault for not knowing what a healthy relationship is, and the guy did everything possible to abuse her.

I come to you because you really are the most reasonable in the entire manhwa community that I have found, those on Twitter are a bit weird (and in fact i saw these types of comments from them) I want to know if I am really the only one who thinks like this and I am overthinking it or not?

(Sorry for the late reply, I've been busy!)

I'm probably going to say something that will get some people mad, but manhwa readers aren't particularly progressive/feminist. Yes, even if most readers are young women and even if they claim to be feminists. So you have situations like the one you just described (I haven't read/seen the manhwa you are specifically referencing, but I definitely believe people would hate a FL based on those reasons), people hating on a FL for not choosing the ML they like, etc. I remember some people were even angry at Athy when she said she wasn't thinking about marriage yet (she is 15-6), because she didn't choose Ijekiel, and also because she didn't kiss Lucas. This misogynistic behavior is also pretty easy to spot just by paying attention to how readers treat any female character that's not the FL (I swear, as soon as a female character is introduced you'll have people commenting "She better not be a bitch" or something along those lines). Stanning the FL means nothing if you think she is the only good female character, or if the only female characters you like are the ones that are subservient to her.

But to be fair, otome isekai manhwa itself is not a particularly progressive genre either, so maybe it makes sense that it attracts readers like that. Of course, there are exceptions, but in general, the most a manhwa will do is portray the FL as a swallow caricature of a "girlboss". MLs are allowed to have plenty of flaws, but the moment a FL doesn't follow that (honestly, very boring) archetype, has ugly flaws, or dares to go against the ML's wishes, a lot of fans will hate her.

My theory is that the manhwa fandom has the worst of both the kpop and anime fandoms, so that's why this happens.

#idk what to tag this as lol #manhwa

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Duck & Cover http://Newsday.com/matt

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

October 4, 2023

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

Yesterday, eight extremist members of the Republican congressional conference demonstrated that they could stop their party, and the government, from functioning. Indeed, that’s about all those members have ever managed to do. Political scientist Lindsey Cormack noted on social media that Representatives Andy Biggs (R-AZ) and Nancy Mace (R-SC) have managed only to name a single facility each; Representatives Ken Buck (R-CO), Tim Burchett (R-TN), Eli Crane (R-AZ), Matt Gaetz (R-FL), and Matt Rosendale (R-MT) have each sponsored no successful bills; and Bob Good (R-VA) has sent one thing to the president, who vetoed it. 

They are not interested in governing; they are interested in stopping the government, apparently working with right-wing agitator Steve Bannon to sink the speakership of Kevin McCarthy (R-CA). Indeed, the only two significant legislative achievements the Republicans have made since they took control of the House in January 2023 were raising the debt ceiling and passing a continuing resolution to fund the government for 45 days. In both of those cases, the measures passed because Democrats provided more votes for them than the Republicans did. 

The former House speaker was one of many Republicans who tried to turn this internal party debacle into the fault of the Democrats, although he apparently offered them no reason to come to his support and made it clear he would continue to boost the extremists. 

Josh Marshall of Talking Points Memo commented: “The idea that D[emocrat]s should have bailed out McCarthy is a codicil of the larger logic of DC punditry in which R[epublican] bad behavior/destruction is assumed, a baseline like weather, and D[emocrat]s managing the consequences of that behavior is a given.” Journalist James Fallows agreed that this understanding “is so deeply engrained in mainstream coverage and ‘framing’ of DC that it doesn’t need to be said out loud.” 

Aaron Fritschner, the deputy chief of staff for Representative Don Beyer (D-VA), was more specific, calling the idea the Democrats were refusing to support McCarthy out of spite “silly nonsense.” He noted that on Saturday, the House was preparing to shut down when McCarthy sprung on the Democrats a vote on the continuing resolution the Democrats had never seen. “My immediate read was he wanted and expected us to vote against [it] so we would be blamed for a shutdown,” Fritschner wrote. The Democrats instead lined up behind it. 

Then, after it passed, McCarthy said to a reporter that the Democrats were to blame for the threatened shutdown in the first place. “People want us to give the guy credit for stopping a shutdown but it is still not clear to me right now sitting here writing this that he *intended* to do that,” Fritschner wrote. 

Meanwhile, Fritschner continued, McCarthy was making it clear that he would “steer us directly back into the crazy cuts and abortion restrictions, the Freedom Caucus setting the agenda, breaking his deal with Biden, and driving us towards a shutdown in November,” refusing to make any reassurances that he would try to work with Democrats. As Jake Sherman of Punchbowl News reported: “Mccarthys allies say they will NOT negotiate with democrats. Even as some house Dems privately say they want to help the California Republican.” 

“This came down to trust, and that's the word I saw and heard from House Democrats more than any other word. We did not trust Kevin McCarthy and he gave us no reason to. He could have done so (and I suspect saved his gavel) through fairly simple actions. He chose not to do that,” Fritschner wrote. 

Adam Cancryn, Jennifer Haberkorn, Lara Seligman, and Sam Stein of Politico confirmed that both McCarthy’s allies and opponents found him untrustworthy, noting that when negotiating with President Joe Biden on “a particularly sensitive matter,” the speaker privately told allies that he found the president “sharp and substantive in their conversations” while in public he made fun of Biden’s age and mental abilities. That contradiction “left a deep impression on the White House,” the reporters said. 

But who will now be able to get the votes necessary to become House speaker? 

It seems reasonable to believe that the Democrats will continue to vote as a bloc for Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries (D-NY), leaving the Republicans back where they were in January, when it took them 15 ballots to agree on McCarthy. Now, though, they are even angrier at each other than they were then. "Frankly, one has to wonder whether the House is governable at all," Representative Dusty Johnson (R-SD) told Andrew Solender of Axios. 

Two Republicans have thrown their hats into the ring: Representatives Jim Jordan of Ohio and Steve Scalise of Louisiana. Both are significantly to the right of McCarthy, and both carry significant baggage. Jordan was involved in a major college molestation scandal and refused to answer a subpoena concerning his participation in the attempts to overturn the results of the 2020 presidential election. Scalise has described himself as like Ku Klux Klan leader David Duke “but without the baggage.”

Republicans from less extreme districts, including the 18 who represent districts Biden won in 2020, are not going to want to go before voters in 2024 with the kinds of voting records Jordan or Scalise would force on them. 

The fight over the speakership is unlikely to be quick, and there is urgent business to be done. Congress must fund the government—the continuing resolution that made Gaetz call for McCarthy’s ouster runs out shortly before Thanksgiving. Even more immediate is funding for Ukraine to help its military defend the country against Russia’s invasion. That funding is very popular with members of both parties in both the House and Senate, but Jordan has said he is against moving forward with that funding, believing the extremists’ wish list is more pressing. 

Today news broke that Ukrainian attacks have forced Russia to withdraw most of its Black Sea Fleet from occupied Crimea. This is a serious blow to Vladimir Putin’s ongoing invasion of Ukraine. It is an unfortunate time for the U.S. to back away from Ukraine funding, and legislators are urging the House to pass that funding quickly.

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

#Duck and Cover #Matt Davies #Letters from an American #Heather Cox Richardson #USHouse of Representatives #Speaker of the House #extremist MAGA Republicans

[darkpoisonouslove]

Final Thoughts on Fate S2

The writing was better this season. The dialogue wasn't nearly as cringe as it used to be. There were some bad lines, of course, but most of it was much more bearable this season. And the writing as in construction of the plot and scenes was better as well. Not that good, though. There were things that just happened and are then never followed up. Musa never mentions Sam again once he leaves Alfea and Terra doesn't talk about her dad and brother either. Sky saying he thought there could be redemption for Andreas was completely out of nowhere since the two of them made zero progress towards any relationship between them. And there were some other moments that just weren't written so well.

The world still feels claustrophobic. We saw a nearby village/town and Sky's house, and a glimpse of the Realm of Darkness in the end and that was it. Oh, and the random mention of Walmart Omega. We still don't know anything about the realms in the Otherworld. Not even about Solaria where Alfea is located. The Dragon Flame's origins were never explained and we still don't know where the Burned Ones came from (I have a feeling they're going to make it be Marion who created them). Suddenly transformation magic is on the table but we still don't know why it disappeared and what even is going on with magic at all. What are they using it for when they're not fighting enemies that are specifically after Bloom?

The character arcs made a lot more sense in this season even when some of the continuity was nowhere to be found. The characters' actions felt more motivated and organic than anything anyone did in season 1. Plus, the Winx actually feel like friends here, thank god. We all know that wasn't earned in s1 but at this point I don't care. They weren't pissing me off by being assholes to each other (for the most part) and I'll take it.

I saw people saying Bloom was more annoying in this season but I wasn't really annoyed by anything she did??? It's weird to me but again, I'll take it. I'd rather not be exploding in rage when I'm watching something. I feel like they were building an arc for Bloom that includes the trauma of almost killing her parents (who never made any appearances and she didn't seem to care that she'd be in stasis for 20 years and they wouldn't know shit about that) and how she has no idea what to do with her powers so she just yeeted herself in the Realm of Darkness. That was somewhat successful. And I have to say that I don't mind Bloom x Sky in this season. They were written decently.

I liked the development in Stella. There were some iffy moments that made me afraid of the whole thing reverting to the s1 tension between Stella and Bloom but things were mostly okay. Stella x Beatrix wasn't in my bingo card but I actually didn't mind at all. I just wish they would've addressed the fact that Beatrix almost died last season because of Stella. They act like that didn't happen.

Musa was flip-floping on her feelings about her magic the whole time. Last season she didn't want to use it but she starts the season intentionally poking around people's heads and taking away their emotions? Then she's whining that it's too much again? That didn't make sense. And are you seriously telling me there's no other way to take away magic besides the barb wire bracelets and the scrapers?

Aisha didn't have enough to do again. They use her as the planner but the most "defining" moment she had in the season was confronting her lying boyfriend. And most of her story this season was about him. They tried to make it about her learning to open up but that could've been done better. The scene of the confrontation kinda worked on that front but it needed more.

Terra was mostly okay. She was too pushy about some things and the whole story with her new girlfriend was iffy but I honestly don't care. I'm just glad we managed to go all season without a single remark about her weight or body type. So it was possible but y'all had to suck for the entirety of s1?

Flora had nothing in common with Winx!Flora but otherwise I liked her character. She was interesting. I really wish it all didn't feel like they only put her in the season so that she could be scraper bait and no one else would have to lose their magic. Also, why was everyone insisting that Flora and Riven were dating when they weren't actually?

There's only one thing to say about Riven - he could have benefited from tape over the mouth for the first half of the season.

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[pedalnorthvatome]

15th riding day, 8th in a row.

Sorry, not a lot of photos.

We heard a few raindrops on the tarp just prior to going to bed last night. Both Philip and I were happy we brought the tarp to protect our bikes and to give us a dry place to eat and pack in the morning. However, we got no rain overnight. So, as an insurance policy for rain, the tarp served it’s purpose. I’ll stop complaining about the two pounds that it adds to my overall load.

Both of us were slow moving this morning. It took over two hours to get out of camp. When we rolled past Bucky’s campsite at 9am, I noticed that he was already gone. I’m sure he got out early so he could spend the whole day with his wife at the hospital. We certainly wish them both well.

Today, we needed to cover about 50 miles to get to our final destination. We climbed a little over 2000 feet with no steep hills. We had a nice variety of curvy downhills and enjoyed looking at quite a few horse farms and large estates. The roads are very well suited to cyclists and we saw several out for a Sunday ride. All were faster than us. A few slowed down to ask about our trip.

One feature over the last 100 miles or so has been the rock walls that are somewhat ubiquitous. They are basically just stacked stones. They remind of the movie Shawshank Redemption. Specifically, the scene where Red heads out into the countryside to find the money and note that Andy left him under a rock, in a wall, near a tree. Great movie!

The ubiquitous rock wall bordering a large estate.

The other thing that I’ve noticed is repeat litter. You see lots of stuff on the side of the road but the one thing that I’ve seen most often is Fireball mini bottles. HRC Laura, Martin, and Blaine, it’s like you’re leaving a trail to guide our route!

About 20 miles into our ride today we stopped at Red Barn Coffee Roasters in Westboro, MA for a snack. We were there for a little while and as we were leaving another customer stopped and asked to take a picture of our bikes in-front of the store. He then asked if we wanted our picture taken as well. We thought he’d ask for one of our phones but he used his own. He then said that the store owner will love the pic and to look for it on social media tomorrow. He then got in his car and drove away. No questions about our trip. Just excited to have a clear shot of the shop name above us.

From Westboro, we had an easy 18 miles through Bolton into Harvard. The town lines signs here are quite obvious. For the road cyclists, there’s no sneaking up to win the sprint. For non-cyclists, roadies compete for town lines, county lines, etc. by sprinting past them. All you win are bragging rights.

Philip and I didn’t bother sprinting for this sign.

In Harvard, we stopped for lunch at the Harvard General Store. It was a major draw for cyclists and locals. We probably saw 20 cyclists in the hour or so that we were there. One had previously ridden the entire East Coast Greenway from Portland, ME to Key West, FL. He wore a jersey advertising the route so Philip asked him about the trip. The sweetest bike I saw parked at the store was a Colnago V3Rs. However, it wasn’t nearly a sweet as your Colnago Master, David.

Harvard cemetery established in early 1700s. Our view while eating at HGS.

Eleven more miles down the road to Westford, MA where we stayed with friends. Steve and Philip worked together years ago at NetApp and had kept in touch. Steve and Diane were good enough to put us up for the night in their lovely home. We enjoyed grilled chicken dinner outside on a beautiful evening. Conversation revolved around family and old work stories. It was the perfect relaxing evening, setting up an excellent night’s sleep.

On Monday we rest after 8 days of riding. Time to do some bike maintenance and catch up on some reading.

Cheers!

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[boxfullaturtles]

16, 22, 29 for the fanfic asks!

16. At what point in the process do you come up with titles? It kind of depends on what I'm working on, but a lot of the time the placeholder title ends up becoming the title lol If it's a one-shot, I likely come up with the title after it's finished, usually trying to pull from the themes of the fic or something that covers what the one-shot is about. For multi-chapters, the title doesn't tend to come until a while into writing it. "Adagio in Green" was just saved as "Obligatory Post-Movie Recovery Fic" until very recently, and that was only after I spent an hour or so making lists of title ideas.

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing it? Just like with titles, it varies. Most of the time, I have a specific scene or scenes that I want to write and I'll try to find a way to wrap it up from there. For the one-shots like my Bad Things Happen Bingo, I generally have an end goal in mind as I don't usually like to leave those hanging ("We Were Born to Suffer and Love" is an exception to that). Fun facts: "Adagio in Green" does not currently have an ending and it is haunting me like too much garlic butter sauce...

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.) so many options to choose from... Very well, he's a huge chunk I cut from "Mortal Shell" because, as much as I loved the idea, it was unfortunately ruining the pacing and took away from Mikey's part of the narrative [under a cut because it's LONG]

“What can I do to help?” Casey yells above the Prism’s increasingly louder screaming, one hand clutching his hockey saw and the other braced on Leo’s shell.

Leo’s glowing eyes wash Casey’s face in white-blue neon, “Well? You’re a Hamato, aren’t you? You heard Raph! Ninpō up, brother!”

Casey’s face goes through a rapid series of emotions, his eyes shining with tears he blinks stubbornly away, “B-but I’m not—I don’t—I’ve never done this before! I don’t think I even have Ninpō!”

“It is within you, Future Boy,” Splinter’s light joins Raph’s and Leo’s, a pillar of steadfast starlight, a comet blazing through the darkness. It sings and soars, strong and supportive, “You’ll find it.” He lays a paw on the Prism’s side and it’s screaming cranks up another notch.

“B-but,” Casey sputters, looking lost, “But I’m not like you!”

Donnie claps Casey on the shoulder as he passes, smirking at him, “Yeah? Well that never stopped April. Why would it stop you?” And then he is a fierce purple, blending easily between Raph and Leo, his hand on the Prism’s shoulder.

Mikey is nearly blown away by the onslaught of his family’s Ninpō sweeping over him, their power both comforting and crushing in equal measure. The hair-raising static of a lightning storm blazing blue, the clinical gleam of computers breathing violet ozone, the impenetrable crush of red earth, and the cold steel of a white moon lighting up the night. It presses against him, makes him want to wrap his arms around it all and pull it close. It’s his family, it’s them, it’s everything they are in gorgeous light and breath-taking glory.

And Casey stands like an uncertain shadow at Leonardo’s side.

Hesitantly, Mikey alights beside him and reaches out a hand.

His palm rests on Casey’s shoulder for a moment and he feels

guilt scared hopeful worry worry anxious nervous energy hope

(oh god it sounds like a Krang beast, it acts like one, I can’t do this, I can’t watch this, it’s too much)

not Michelangelo, please, I can’t go through this again

want to help want to help want to help want to help

before he gently slips inside.

Casey is a flower growing in the cracks of the pavement, hardy and determined and stubborn despite his circumstances. He is a forest after a fire has raged through it, slowly regrowing and mending, healing what has been hurt, restoring what has been lost. He is a shy and flickering cluster of fireflies in a dark field beneath faint starlight, uncertain and wary, but still blinking their messages out into the night, calling, calling, calling.

Mikey answers.

“Casey.”

“M-Master Michelangelo!? What!? How!?”

Mikey’s laugh is a summer breeze through the midnight field, “Like Leo said, you’re a Hamato, right?”

“I...I don’t—”

He’s not one hundred percent sure of what he’s doing, but Mikey follows his heart and his instinct. He reaches out and

the swarm of fireflies drift hesitantly towards the warm fire

“You don’t have to be scared anymore,” Mikey says. In the landscape of metaphors and symbolism, Mikey takes Casey’s hands in his own, orange fire swirling over tarnished gold, “We’re your family, Casey. We trust you to have our backs, just like you trust us to have yours.”

The dandelions falter in the shadows of fallen skyscrapers. A surge of black tar threatens to swallow them whole, bubbling from the pits of a future that will no longer happen and stinking of rot and bile.

Mikey can see the memories, the things Casey does not like to talk about. The ravaged world, the ruins, the tainted red sky, the air thin and choked with smoke, the sun gone. The earth is dead, nothing grows, thousands die.

But there is also hope. And warmth. And family.

A mother’s voice. A firm and steady hand. The flash of a sword he knows will always protect him. A beaming smile. The glow of screens. A sarcastic joke. A familiar laugh. The rough texture of a shell. A hand holding his.

“Hold onto that,” Mikey whispers to the fireflies gathering at his fingertips, “Remember them. It hurts, I know it hurts. But remember you were never alone. And you never will be.”

the fireflies are a dense pocket of light, bathed in the warmth of the dancing flames

“A ninja’s greatest weapon…!”

“We’ll see you again, Case.”

“Casey!”

“Casey!”

“We’re right here, I promise.”

“You’re safe.”

“Casey Jones…”

“I’m proud of you.”

and then they bloom

--------------------------------------

Mikey pulls away from Casey in a rush, twisting in midair with a grin on his face as he watches the boy light up. Bronze and gold glow from within him, spilling into his eyes until they sear a brilliant white-gold. His beacon is the mid-day sun glinting off the sides of cars, the rebar of construction sites, the highway signs on the overpass. He stands beside Leo and they both press their hands to the Prism.

The thing is screaming at such a high pitch now that it’s almost inaudible, streaks of metallic silver pouring from its face and now bubbling from some of the mystic scars on the arms. It stains the black wraps with a dull sheen and begins to drip over Raphael’s fingers. But he doesn’t let go.

Mikey moves to take his place beside his brothers and father, sliding his hand onto his body’s chest and flaring his own Ninpō in a cascade of flames. Light and color are flooding the room, the pressure of the power being generated enough to make the air vibrate and the arcade machines rattle. Through the blaze, between his brothers’ shoulders, Mikey can just make out Baron Draxum, starring in stunned awe sat the spectacle before him.

“What’s wrong, Mikey?” Leo’s voice, as clear and audible as if he had spoken the words aloud.

“Barry.” Mikey responds.

They all understand. In a single instantaneous moment, they simply know. All of them turn their heads to look at Baron Draxum, takes a startled step back at the sudden attention.

Splinter stretches out a hand, light curling off his palm in cool mist. An invitation.

Draxum hesitates. Then he moves forward and takes Splinter’s hand in his own, silver-white light wrapping tenderly around his wrist to pull him closer.

--------------------------------

dabs in Hamato

yeah, originally was gonna have this bit of Barry and Casey both unlocking their Ninpo

buuuutttt it ruined the pacing, took away the focus from Mikey, and I feel like something that significant should be given more attention than just one scene like this, so it was cut and Casey gets like five lines in the whole fic now, sorry Casey

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