#it also might just be the chardonnay

[dcyllom]

why have i never seen when harry met sally until now i am experiencing an epiphany

[eisthenameofme]

there is a stom setting in

[gurugirl]

Truth or Dare | slumber party!h

Summary: Y/n's coworker, Harry, has never been to a slumber party so she decides to remedy that and give him a sleepover he'll never forget.

A/N: Based off this request. Thanks anon! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 6,752

Warning: smut

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By her third glass of chardonnay, her stomach was feeling the acid from the wine but she was having such a good time talking to Harry from the operations department that she didn’t care. She’d have another before calling it a night. Just one more glass so she could sit with him a little longer and listen to him talk and watch as he ran his finger along the edge of his pint glass.

He was probably looking at her like he was because he was also three pints of lager in and he was kind so he was holding eye contact to be polite. Certainly, it wasn’t because he found her attractive (though she’d have welcomed that).

The company’s management meeting was long over and everyone else had gone home but Harry and Y/n stayed for another round. They rarely ever got to talk at the office. She’d always wanted to pick his brain about why he decided to move to the US and how, of all companies, he chose to work at Dunn Services.

Y/n laughed on cue as he mentioned something from his childhood with his sister having her friends over to stay the night. He grinned, a healthy row of teeth aimed at her before he looked down and laughed at himself, “In truth? I never did have a sleepover or anything like that.”

“Really? Surely you had friends…”

Harry nodded, “Oh yeah I had a lot of friends. But I never stayed over at anyone’s and they never came over to mine either. Just… I don’t know. Never happened.”

Placing her nearly empty glass down she turned and waved with a smile as the waitress walked by, “Can we get another round, please?”

“How are you getting home?” Harry asked when she faced him, crossing her leg over her knee toward him.

“Taxi. You?”

“Might walk. I’m not far from here.”

Nodding she placed her elbows on the table, “So, I think that you’ve missed out on an integral right of passage, having never had a slumber party. You should definitely remedy that at some point. I highly recommend a fun sleepover. In fact, if you need pointers on what to do during a sleepover, I’m your gal.”

“Oh yeah? What’s your go-to during a slumber party?” Harry teased before taking another sip of his beer.

“Well, I think there are like two main components. The first is entertainment and I’m always keen on a good movie, or a dumb one, either way… a movie for sure if I’m picking. Some people like to play board games or whatever, but I like to stuff myself into a pile of blankets and pillows and just lie, or drape,” she spoke using her arms to demonstrate herself draping into pillows. “Occasionally, if the mood is right, I’ll enjoy a little truth or dare.”

“Got it. A movie and maybe if the mood is right, truth or dare. And what’s the second component.”

Y/n crossed her fingers together and raised her brows as if she were about to say something very important, “Snacks. Beverages. Good ones. Usually just small bites but here’s my list…” She cleared her throat, “Buttered popcorn, and possibly potato chips. Definitely something chocolatey, and maybe something like a cookie or a snack cake. If not potato chips then tortilla chips and if it’s tortilla chips, salsa should also definitely be on the menu.”

Harry held back the laugh in his throat as he nodded, “Wow. Okay. What about like a burger or Chinese food? Would that be allowed?”

Y/n shrugged, “It’s your party. You can do what you want. I’m just telling you what I’d do and what would be a hit with your sleepover buddy.”

Harry breathed out a laugh. Y/n could tell he was getting bashful. She wondered if he was thinking the same thing she was. She watched him for a few seconds before the waitress returned with their drinks.

A quick gulp of wine and she nudged at his shin with her shoe, “You wanna have a slumber party with me?”

Harry blinked and tilted his head, “What? You mean… Seriously?”

She shrugged, “Why not? Then next time someone asks if you’ve ever had a proper slumber party you can say that you have.”

He laughed loudly, his husky voice was like music to her ears. Pointing at her with his finger he grinned, “Now how I can argue with that? I mean,” he shook his head, a glint in his eye, “Every time someone asks me if I’ve been to a slumber party and I tell them I haven’t, it’s such a disappointment! The look on their faces when they realize my whole childhood was a sham…”

They both laughed, leaning in toward one another, tittering toward the edges of their stools.

Harry tilted his head, “Actually I think it sounds fun. You just name the day and I’ll be there.”

Y/n smiled at him. She knew it was crazy. Having a grown man at her place for a slumber party. Typically adults didn’t have those kinds of sleepovers – it was usually with the intent of something far more salacious. But she’d show him a good time, she thought, raising her glass toward his, “Deal.”

.                 .                 .

Y/n had her sofa bed pulled out and piled high with extra blankets and pillows. She had all her favorite snacks plus she ordered cheeseburgers and fries for the guest of the night. It was silly. Truly she hadn’t had a real slumber party in ages, but she couldn’t help but feel a little bit of excitement that she’d be hanging out with Harry all night. It was possible that her small crush on him was making her feel all giddy but she’d push down that feeling until he gave her any extenuating signals.

Because the truth was that they were both single, young adults and this was such an unlikely scenario. No one would look at this and say Oh how cute of these two grown adults hanging out in bed together for a sleepover. So innocent! No, she knew better. While maybe nothing would actually happen it certainly wouldn’t look innocent.

And of course, she did pick out the perfect pijama set. Something a little more flattering on her body but not too hey I really need to get laid tonight. It was a happy compromise. Cotton shorts and a button-up, matching short-sleeved top. This was just supposed to be a slumber party after all.

Right?

Besides, the little paper invitation she gave him on Monday morning told him to arrive in his sleepwear so she had to look the part. And not to toot her own horn but she made a very cute invitation just for him tucked into a pink envelope with a separate little response card that had space at the bottom for him to mark yes or no if he could come. It was a yes. Obviously.

When Harry finally arrived he was wearing a pair of grey sweats and a white t-shirt. And for some fucking bizarre reason he looked so much hotter than he did when he wore his well-fitted suits at work.

Because goddamn did his shirt somehow just hug his torso in all the right spots and it allowed her to take a good look at all tattoos on his arms that were normally hidden under brushed wool jackets or long-sleeved button-up shirts. She knew he had tattoos. She’d seen him roll up his sleeves a couple of times but she never wanted to be rude and stare for long.

And then the sweatpants, while loose in the legs, fit his waist and hips and…

“You okay?” Harry was still standing in the doorway with his backpack draped over his arm waiting to be invited in.

“Yeah, sorry. Not used to seeing you dressed down like this. Almost unrecognizable.”

Harry let out a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling as Y/n stepped aside to let him in, “Would you like to see my ID? Swear I’m the Harry Styles, the guy you invited over for chips, popcorn, and truth or dare. I’ve even got your invite somewhere in my bag…”

She breathed a laugh through her nose and watched him enter into her space, “Movies too. Oh, and I also ordered cheeseburgers. Remembered that you mentioned that.”

He seemed quite pleased with the burgers as she handed him the bag. She got those small ones, five to an order, “Thanks. Fries too, huh?” He reached into the bag and pulled out three crinkle-cut french fries then stuffed them into his mouth.

“So should we settle in and pick out a movie?” She gestured toward her couch.

Harry had seen the pull-out couch with heaps of pillows and blankets when he walked in. He knew that that would be where they’d be spending most of the evening. It was the glaring thing about the whole slumber party slash sleepover. That they’d be probably sleeping next to one another. As two young, healthy, attractive adults.

“Sure,” he nodded and waited for her to pick which side she was going to take before climbing in next to her, the thin mattress and metal frame giving way gently under his weight before he leaned back against a mountain of pillows, bag of burgers safe in his hands.

Y/n had a few video streaming services at the ready and they settled on a cheesy comedy from the late 90s before Y/n reached over to her coffee table and then lined up all the snacks between them.

They chatted a little, having both seen the movie already. Topics were anything from what their plans were for the rest of the weekend to what they’d eaten for lunch at work. And it was only a little awkward when they both reached into the bowl of M&M’s at the same time, fingers brushing together.

Harry moved his hand away, “Sorry. You go…”

Y/n grinned at him, scooping a handful of candy into her palm, and then sat up, adjusting her seating as she crossed her legs together, “Wanna do truth or dare? Pretend like we’re 15 again having a sleepover. Really get into the whole slumber party vibe, ya know?”

Harry dug out a few M&M’s and let out a chesty laugh, “If I’m 15 again we’re in big trouble.”

Y/n snorted a laugh, “Why? What do you mean?”

He shook his head, a wide grin on his face with deep set dimples carved into each cheek as he turned his head to look at her, “If this were happening when I was 15 I’d already be in the bathroom hyperventilating and probably trying to will away a boner after our hands touched in the M&M’s bowl.”

Y/n guffawed and threw her head back, nearly choking on her bite of chocolatey candies as Harry laughed with her. Honestly, it was the best icebreaker she could have asked for. Things had been kind of clunky between them up until that moment as they were still trying to navigate how to act around one another. And she knew he was teasing but the good belly laugh that she got from Harry’s story was exactly what they needed.

“Okay fine. We’ll just keep going about it as adults then. No fifteen-year-olds here tonight,” Y/n chuckled as she shoveled a few kernels of popcorn into her mouth.

Y/n kept her eyes on him as she chewed her mouthful, “So truth or dare?”

Harry cocked his head at her, “So the mood is right then? For truth or dare?”

Y/n’s brows furrowed, “The mood?”

“Yeah. You said it over drinks. Remember when you were telling me what the most important components are to a sleepover and you said you liked truth or dare if the mood was right.”

Nodding slowly, she thought back to what she’d said, “Yeah. I guess I did say that. And I mean… I think the mood’s right for a little truth or dare. Movie’s almost over and you just pretty much kicked us off with that truth.” A breathy laugh was pushed from her mouth.

She could tell Harry was mulling on another question as he bit the inside of his cheek, head tilting in agreement, “So that means it’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

Biting her lip as she pondered, she pressed her back into the soft pillows behind her, “Truth.”

Harry shifted to his side, long legs stretching the length of the mattress as he propped his head up in his hand, a pillow under his arm, “Have you ever kissed a co-worker before?”

Scoffing Y/n moved to her side, mimicking Harry’s position on her side, “No,” she grinned. It was true. She’d never once done anything with any of her coworkers. Having Harry over at her house was the closest she’d ever gotten to doing anything like that. “Now you. Truth or dare?”

His green eyes slid over her features, “Truth.”

She laughed to herself, trying to think of something funny, “How many stuffed animals do you own?”

Licking his lips he nodded, “Think maybe two? Gifts from my niece… Truth or dare?”

“Mmm… dare,” she giggled.

Harry lifted a brow, “Ahhh… feeling bold yeah? Okay… hmm…” He pursed his lips to the side as he considered the dare. “Read to me the last text you sent to anyone. And you have to show me to prove it was the last one. And it can’t be any texts you and me, cause that’s not fair.”

Y/n blinked. She wasn’t exactly sure what her last text was besides Harry. But she was slightly worried because if it was what she was thinking… lifting up her message app she scrolled down to the text thread below Harry’s and it was a text with her sister. Which was what she had been worried about. She gulped, hoping that the things she said about her “coworker” who was coming to stay with her weren’t the last things she and her sister texted about.

Puffing out a breath she covered up all the previous texts to show Harry the last text from her sister – God knows you need it. Sending you good vibes, sis ;)

Harry squinted as he looked at the message and pointed, “That’s to you. The dare was to show me the last text you sent to someone. Let’s see it…”

Feeling her neck heat up she angled the phone away from him and read what she’d sent her sister. And there was no mention of Harry but if he were even halfway decent at picking up clues he might be able to figure out what was being discussed prior.

She shook her head and looked up at him. She couldn’t believe she was about to show him what was on her screen. But a dare was a dare. What was the worst that could happen?

lol I doubt anything will happen but I wouldn’t turn him down. Got condoms just in case 😜 send all your good vibes my way

Harry’s brows squished together as he looked at the text and back to Y/n and then down again at the words on her screen. She saw his throat bob and she knew the look on his face. He fucking knew what that was. He had to know.

She had to look away. She pulled the phone down and killed the screen. The awkwardness between them thick and uncomfortable as she peeked back at him. The edge of his mouth was pulled upward in a smirk, “That’s to your sister?”

Nodding she blew out an exasperated breath, “Your turn. Truth or dare?”

Harry grinned as he positioned his knee closer to Y/n, his eyes still on hers, “Dare.”

Swallowing her embarrassment down the best she could she decided to ask him the same, “Now show me the last text you sent anyone besides me.”

Harry’s smartass grin told her all she needed to know. That his last text probably wasn’t nearly as risqué as hers.

And it wasn’t. Not even close.

You can have two pounds for free. I’ve got so many growing I can’t keep up. As long as you come to pick them up on Monday they’re yours.

“I have a bunch of zucchini growing in my garden,” Harry pulled the phone away and laid it down next to his hip. “Got a neighbor who wants some.”

Of course, his last text to anyone was about zucchini. Jesus, she was so far out of her depth.

He was still wearing that shit-eating grin as he said, “Truth or dare, Y/n?”

And the way he said her name, all slow and sexy-like had her insides heating up. Well, maybe she made up the sexy part but he was definitely teasing her. She could just feel it.

“Truth.”

She was sure she’d regret that. Truth or dare. It didn’t matter. She was still reeling from showing him her texts.

“Was that text about me?” Shit-eating grin in place as he asked. Fucker.

Y/n’s eyes grew wide dropping her mouth open in surprise. Of course, he was going to ask that. Of course!

“Oh come on, Harry…” she pleaded.

He lifted his brows and awarded her a larger grin with those cute indents scoring into his cheeks, “Them’s the rules, baby. You chose truth and now you have to be honest.”

Clearing her throat she sat up to her bottom and leaned forward so she didn’t have to look at him as she put her head in her hands and laughed in disbelief, “Jesus. Seriously?”

“Yep. Spill. Let’s hear it.”

“Okay. Fine. Yes. It was about you.”

Keeping her eyes on her lap she waited for a smug remark. Some kind of teasing reply but it was quiet. Slowly she turned to look back at him and he was still lying on his side, head in his palm as he watched her, his eyes fixed to hers.

She shrugged, “Your turn. Truth or dare?”

Harry flattened his lips and squinted at her before cocking his head, “Hold on… Really? That was about me?”

Sighing she rolled her eyes, “Yes. Sorry. I was… it was just funny… it was me joking around with my sister is all.”

He blinked and looked down at the space between them as he nodded, “Okay. I see. So you didn’t actually mean it?”

“Well… I guess… We were joking. Obviously, nothing has to happen. I would never expect that. I…” she breathed out exasperated.

“Obviously nothing has to happen. Did you want it to happen?” His pupils were pinned to hers again.

Opening her mouth she stopped herself for a moment. She knew her answer was yes but she didn’t want to come off like a creep. She hadn’t expected it and assumed it wouldn’t. But the truth remained; she hoped it would happen.

Deflating her posture she laid back to her side to face Harry, tucking a pillow into her chest, “The truth is that I think you’re attractive and I haven’t been with anyone in kind of a long time and… she knows that, my sister. So we were just… it was lighthearted but yeah I mean… without any expectations, cause I would never… I hope you know that. But I did think it would be nice.”

“Nice. Yeah. I agree. It would be nice. And just so you know,” he swung his head to look over his shoulder before looking back at her, “I brought condoms as well. You know… just in case.”

She was a bit stunned at that. Was he…

“Dare me to kiss you,” he grinned, irises dropping to her lips for a second before looking back into her eyes.

She laughed, “That’s not how the game works. The rules are you can’t–”

“Fuck the rules. Dare me to kiss you.”

Shaking her head with a wide smile stretched across her face she felt like her skin was pricking as her heartbeat picked up. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

Looking back into his eyes she inhaled deeply, “Fine. I dare you to kiss me.”

Harry’s smirk was unreal. The way he dragged his gaze over her face and down to her mouth was almost lewd, “Didn’t need to play truth or dare to get me to kiss you, Y/n,” he scooted in, grabbing the pillow she had tucked into her chest and tossing it away before he drew a hand up to her face, “You just needed to ask.”

She held her breath as he closed in slowly until it was as if all the tension in the room had popped and fizzled when his lips met hers.

He was so soft and gentle. Lips winding easily, carefully at first. And then she parted her lips more, kissing him back and letting her mouth press into his bottom lip before their tongues were meshed.

She moved her knee out to stabilize herself and knocked over the bowl of popcorn between them. Laughing into his mouth she gasped as she parted from him but he only reached for her again, placing his palm at the back of her head to pull her mouth back against his with a grunt from his chest as he pushed the bowl away and drove his arm underneath her side to keep her from getting too far.

Harry was softly moaning as his tongue worked its way into her mouth gently. It was clear he’d wanted to kiss her. That he liked it. And that notion made her head spin combined with the feel of his thumb traveling over her jaw. There was not going to be any stopping the momentum that had begun.

Well, except for when the bowl of M&M’s poured out against her leg. She had to push at him. As much as she would have loved to have kept making out, she would not have been able to enjoy melted chocolate on her legs or the bedsheets tucked around the mattress (think of the scrubbing she’d need to do!).

“Sorry,” she panted and looked down at the smashed pieces of popcorn and the chocolate candies strewn between them, “I’ve gotta pick this up. Our body heat will melt all these and it’s gonna be a big mess.”

Harry grinned, “Why don’t we just move this party to your bed for a little bit? Clean up later? The M&M’s won’t melt if we’re not laying on them.”

She laughed, already feeling overwhelmed and overheated from the kiss and now he was suggesting taking it to her bed? This was really happening, wasn’t it? She nodded and they both moved off the sofa sleeper to their feet, Harry following behind Y/n as she led him to her bedroom.

She already had her bedside lamp on. Bed made perfectly, everything tucked in and neat.

She turned to look at him and he stepped against her, palm splaying at her low back, “I dare you to get onto your bed and take your clothes off.”

A small laugh burst from her chest, “Oh, so now we’re just doing dares?”

He nodded, “Making up our own rules for this game. S’more fun this way.”

Letting go of her he watched as she stepped backward toward her bed and began to unbutton her nightshirt until it was shed from her body before she pushed her shorts down her legs. She was left in a pretty white bralette (something soft for bedtime) that stretched around her breasts and a pair of thin cotton panties that matched. She kneed up onto her bed and let her feet dangle off the edge and pointed, “Now I dare you to take off your clothes.”

He peeled his white t-shirt off, his hair mussing in the process. She watched with her lips parted at the gorgeous man stripping before her. Not only was he built exactly like what she dreamed of (tattoos, beefy, muscular, a touch soft, very masculine) but the boner tenting his sweats was hard not to home in on.

Harry stuck his fingers into the waistband and looked up at her, “M’not wearing any underwear, so be warned…”

She swallowed as the material lowered, belly button, happy trail, a bit of dark hair and then he pulled the stretchy waistband away from his body so his cock could push free and she was already clenching at just the sight as he removed his sweatpants, cock full and heavy between his strong thighs.

Jesus Christ.

Harry stepped forward, nudging himself between her knees and she leaned back to look up at him, “I dare you to take off the rest of this. Since I’m completely naked feels only fair.”

She bit her lip and looked down at his girthy dick. He was clearly not shy of his body, standing there like that, cock right in front of her. But why should he be shy when he looked like that?

Scooting back further into the bed she got up to her knees and pulled the bralette off first, feeling the heat of his gaze on her tits as she then slid her panties down her thighs. She wasn’t nearly as confident as Harry was as she quickly pulled at her top blanket and covered herself with a small laugh.

Harry stepped forward, one knee on the mattress before climbing in next to her, nosing at her cheek softly before his lips were connected to hers again. And she melted into him just like before. His mouth was magic or something because before she realized it, he’d pulled the blankets off her body and he had a big palm sliding up her thigh and over her hip, “Don’t cover up. So pretty. Knew you would be.”

She pushed her fingers into his thick wavey hair and felt her side hit the mattress as Harry pulled at her again, mouth still smeared against hers. He grabbed at her thigh, hitching it over his hip as he tucked in closer and it was warm and she could feel it. Feel him against her hip.

His giant hand smoothed against her bottom and up her spine until he was wrapping his long fingers around the back of her neck. Y/n nudged in closer, driving her hips forward until she was practically straddling him. So Harry took that as his cue to move to his back, taking her hips in his hands so she’d follow with him.

It had caught her off guard, the sudden change in position but her lips never stopped moving with his. Their kisses were wet and she could smell their saliva, and a touch of onion even from the burgers he’d eaten.

He guided her hips down, his thick cock hot under her thigh until she felt her pussy drag against warm skin at the base of his dick. A small gasp escaped her mouth as he pulled her up, letting her pussy glide up his length, “So wet already, Y/n…”

She was. It was embarrassing. Every inch of his shaft her pussy dragged against, coated him, wetted his skin. He kept pushing and pulling at her hips, using her slippery pussy like a soft wet toy he could run up and down his length.

Then she felt his fingers move around to her backside, digits sliding against her pussy as he licked into her mouth.

Gently she rolled against him and when she moved herself further down he pushed a fingertip inside, “Go on. Fuck yourself on my finger a little bit,” he whispered against her mouth.

He was filthy. She had no idea. He’d always been so sweet at work. So polite and respectful. But here he was reaching around her ass to get a finger inside of her cunt as she rubbed her pussy over his cock.

She panted into his mouth as she slid down around his finger, her clit smushed into his dick, slippery as she rolled up and down. But then he began to assist as he added another finger and began to fuck into her pussy, letting his digits curve into her the best he could from his angle. Slushy wet, she stopped moving her hips and parted from the kiss as she looked down at him. She could tell she was gushing all over his palm and probably his dick as she moaned.

“S’that feel good. You’re gettin’ my fingers all wet like it feels good.”

Nodding she gasped, “Yeah. Feels so good…”

Harry rutted up against her, his cock still pressed into her clit, and she panted, eyes still searing into his. She didn’t want to look away. She almost couldn’t believe he was in her bed fingering her like that.

“Your turn to dare me to do something. What do you want, Y/n?”

She moaned and closed her eyes. She was certain of what she wanted as she listened to the way his fingers gushed with each plunge into her.

“Fuck… dare you to… put on a condom.”

She popped her eyes open to peer down at him as he slid his fingers out of her, wiping her arousal on her ass, “They right here?” He moved his hand toward her bedside table, a knuckle tapping at the wood.

Climbing off of him she opened the drawer, “Yeah, a whole box. Hold on…”

Reaching over to pull out the condoms she felt Harry’s hands on her hips as he moved to sit up, then his lips were on her back, dotting warm kisses to her shoulder blades as she finally plucked a condom from the fresh box.

She watched him put the condom on and as expected, it didn’t cover his entire length. He was kind of a big guy. Well, maybe there was no kind of about it. Before today she had no idea he was packing like that. Though he always did come off as very confident and sure of himself.

She bit her lip as she watched him toss the wrapper away and then he kneed up to her, arm sliding to her back and carefully lowering her to the bed before spreading her legs apart as he fit himself there, sturdy thighs pushing against her soft ones.

“Gonna tell your sister her good vibes worked?” He smirked down at her, hands scouring her hips and tummy and then kneading softly at her tits.

Y/n laughed and reached a hand down to his knee before he pulled at her, making her thighs drape over his as he inched in closer.

“Hmm?” He was awfully teasing, she thought, grinning at her waiting for an answer.

“Probably,” she spit out in a laugh.  

Harry gripped at her thighs, lifting her a bit more to fit her bum over his bent knees and she wanted to scream in embarrassment when she realized he was inspecting her sodden vulva. She’d gotten herself all tidied up for him, should anything like this happen, so at least she had that going for her.

He smoothed his thumb through her pussylips, spreading them apart, and softly blew out a breath, “That is very pretty. Think we get him in there?”

She rolled her eyes as she watched him wrap his palm around his base and lay his fat cock over her mons, the condomed-tip reaching to her belly button, maybe further past, “Well, it’s made for it, so I’m pretty sure–”

“What… your pussy’s made to fit around my cock?” A cocky dimpled smirk gave way to a laugh.

“You know what I meant. It’s meant to… like…” she breathed out a laugh.

“Oh, I know… just fucking with you, Y/n.”

He gazed at her as he reared back, painting his cockhead through her labia, up and down, a soft bump into her clit before he repeated, spreading her soft lips apart as he watched the way his crown smeared her arousal between her creases.

When she moaned and wiggled her hips he pointed himself right at her little muscle, nudging softly forward, opening it up for himself. And she felt that first push, the way his tip fit into her, spreading apart and then stretching to accommodate his circumference.

“Oh god…” she breathed as he slipped in halfway and then pulled back.

“Almost there,” he panted as he kept his eyes on where they were connected, pushing and pulling back until she was swallowing him whole, his cock enveloped in her soft, warm pussy.

When he’d buried in whole, he moaned and watched her face twist up in ecstasy. Her lips were dropped open and her neck stretched long as she grasped onto the forearm of the hand he had gripping her waist.

Slowly he began to thrust, viscous liquid seeping from her pussy and sticking to his shaft. It was filthy. She was so wet that every time he bottomed out there was a splat and a plap sounding between them.

She let out a deep moan and her lips curled up, humid breath escaping her mouth as she felt him driving into her guts. He was taking it easy. Languidly fucking into her with wet claps every time he plunged in.

When her cunt was taking him easier and she was dripping down to her ass he moved in a little harder, faster. Angling himself over her, a palm down on the mattress so he could work into her with more gusto.

“Ah! Harry…” she squeaked at the stronger thrusts and clung onto his lats. He was panting, lips parted and pink, a curl falling over his forehead as he plowed into her splooshing pussy.

“Fuck you’re wet. Pussy is gushing, Y/n…”

Her brows pushed together as she gasped, her body knocked upward every time his hips met hers making her tits bounce. Harry didn’t know where to keep his focus. He loved watching his cock disappear into her hole but he kind of liked being right over her so he could see her face crinkle up every time he bottomed out and then her pretty breasts sway up and down. Or maybe he’d like to fuck her from behind, watch her ass jiggle as he pounded into her.

“Mmm… fuck that’s big!”

Harry groaned, “Yeah? Sure know how to sweet talk a man don’t you, pretty? S’hurt?”

She watched his face, a lusty grin, droopy eyelids as he continued muscling his way in deep.

She hissed when he bucked in, as if he was showing off just how deep he could push in and she coughed out, “Mmm… a little!”

Harry was going to lose his mind with her if she kept squeaking out moans and splatting around his cock like she was but he would be a gentleman and pull back a touch. Slowing down a little he sat up and moved his hand between them, smushing his thumb into her clit, which was so sticky wet even that swished and slid under the pad of his digit.

“Yessss…” she breathed out before murmuring on about how good it felt. “Oh fuck, that’s it. Oh god… please don’t stop… Harry, fuck, yes…”

The clit. The magical little nob that worked wonders as long as the man knew where to find it. Clearly, Harry knew right where it was. Knew how to circle over it, pressing against it just right. Knew how to fuck into her as well. Sliding his length through her vaginal walls, spreading her open, and grazing against her gummy little spot on the inside that had her buzzing and liquifying for him.

He watched her whine and squirm under him, loving how she was so into it. God that was an ego boost, “Like that, Y/n? Gonna come for me? Yeah?”

Her ears were already ringing when she lost herself, gripping around him and crying out as her orgasm washed through her tummy. Harry’s cock made her feel so full, so incredibly stuffed to the brim that it weighed her down and she could hardly move as he bulldozed into her, the pad of his thick thumb smushing fast circles over her throbbing nub.

Fucking her through it he gasped at how she spasmed and milked around him, her pussy trying to siphon his come right through his condom. But Harry wouldn’t come just yet. He had something to prove. Wanted to make a show of his prowess and give her something to tell her sister about.

So when she was finally calmed and her pussy wasn’t clamping around him like a vice grip he slid his hand under her head and kissed her gently, speaking low and soft against her lips, “Gonna have you flip over, okay? Just need a little more yeah?”

When he parted from the kiss she blinked up at him, fluttering lashes and out of breath, “You didn’t come?”

He shook his head, pulling himself out, gently before he placed his hands on her hips, “Not yet. I will soon, though. M’right on the edge. Won’t take me long.”

She rolled to her side as he lifted her hips and helped her get to her tummy. She felt his hands on her ass, squeezing and rubbing each meaty globe in his big palms. Then he was straddling her thighs as he spread her gently and she felt him push his thick tip back into her pussy, sharp and hot. It was tighter, felt a lot fuller like that as he began driving in deep and then pulling out to his tip, before plowing back into the hilt.

His moans grew louder and, even he could admit, sounded quite whiny, pathetic. He was shaking as he watched his dick spread her in half, her soft ass jiggling as he smacked into her, skin patting, his cock leaking precum steadily into his condom.

He hissed when it felt too good. His balls squeezing and his fat dick throbbing inside of her. He thrusted forward, landing a palm down next to her shoulder, his chest pressed into her back as he rutted himself in, tucking his cock through her insides and puffed out a hot groan into her ear, “Fuck you feel good. Gonna make me come, baby…”

She moaned and nodded, “Come for me, Harry…”

He might have held out for another thirty seconds, possibly a minute longer but her breathy words, all sultry and pleading had him pumping into his condom in an instant. He gargled on a moan and squeezed his eyes closed as he buried in and stilled his hips, ass flexing so he could push in further if it were possible.

Y/n felt him crushing her back as he collapsed over her, panted breaths in her ear, cock still throbbing in the aftermath of his orgasm.

She didn’t mind it. Liked his weight on her like that. Enjoyed the way he seemed just as fucked out as she was. She could even feel his heart pounding in his chest against her back.

With a moan, she turned her head and nuzzled her face into her blanket with her eyes closed. She’d fall asleep that way if he couldn’t get up. It was quite warm and comforting. Like a weighted blanket draped over her body. And maybe she did doze off for a bit because when she opened her eyes she felt him moving off of her before he crashed down next to her, the springs in her mattress bouncing under him.

Pushing herself to lie on her side she ran a hand over his chest and he turned to look at her, a dopey smile on his flushed face, “So this is what happens at slumber parties, huh? I’ve really missed out all these years.”

She giggled and nodded into her pillow, “Yep. They’re just like big orgies really. Normally there are more than just two people. It’s how I lost my virginity.”

Harry sputtered a laugh, “Really?”

Y/n couldn’t help but to cackle loudly and roll to her back, the biggest grin on her face, “No, silly. I was teasing.”

He slid a hand over her tummy, “So this isn’t what happens at slumber parties, then?” She could hear the cheeky smile in his voice.

She turned her head to look at him, “Well, not usually. But I think we made our own rules for this one today.”

“Yeah? Well, I have to give it to you. You throw a hell of a party. I’m certain this is gonna go down as the best sleepover in history.”

. . .

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[wantondoe]

Drop dead gorgeous

(I deeply apologize if you're reading this in the middle of the night and your eyes burn due to the bright image)

Hazbin Hotel x doe reader / Alastor x doe reader

Warnings: cursing, sexual themes (duh) / A comedic story about Hazbin Hotel staff reacting to your tail dropping off seemingly out of nowhere. You and Alastor are mates.

It was a Saturday night at the hotel and the staff was spending some quality time at the Bar. Alastor was also there, standing on the side while examining everyone's movements, a soft smile playing on his lips. His gorgeous ruby eyes lighting up as he saw his oh so adorable mate running down the stairs. His smile widened as he saw you running towards him.

You were wearing one of those dresses he had bought you, a rich crimson red dress that even had a hole in the back for your lovely doe tail. His eyes lingered on the soft tail, before making their way up at your cute pointy ears and finally settling on your face.

"My my, you look absolutely stunning my dear! That dress really suits you", he said, his voice full of admiration.

"You're flattering me, darling", you chuckle, taking his hand and leading him to the bar. He helped you on a high bar stool. You sat there happily, the plush tail wagging as you engaged in a conversation with the others.

Alastor wasn't exactly the biggest fan of public display of affection. Regardless of that, he wanted everyone to know who you belong to. So, he would sometimes hold you close, place his large hand possessively on your back, or perhaps pet your tail.

Tonight, he chose the latter, gently stroking your tail as you were having a conversation about different alcohol drinks with Husk.

"Chardonnay always makes me feel like a 40-year-old suburban mom", you giggle. "No offense, of course! Moms are the best, but not the abusive ones!"

Alastor smiled at your quirkiness.

"Well, beer makes me feel like an average Joe who works in construction", Angel joked back, playing with the stereotypes. "Cider on the other hand makes me feel like a teenage girl who just discovered tampons-"

Angel stared at the floor under your bar stool, his eyes wide with horror. You suddenly felt odd, as if something was missing. You looked around, noticing that Alastor had an absolutely horrified look on his face as he stared at the same spot with Angel. Soon, the others stopped talking as well.

"A-Alastor, what's going on?" you asked, confused, looking up at your mate. You quietly followed his gaze only for it to land on a furry piece on the floor.

At that same exact moment, Lucifer marched in the area, eager to meet up with his daughter. "My daughter, I am here!" Lucifer sang. "Oh my! What the unholy Hell is that?" He pointed at the furry piece on the floor, using his apple wand.

"Oh, that will be perfect for my collection!" Nifty poked at the furry mess.

"Do not pick that up", Alastor said sternly, stopping Nifty from further touching the tail.

"That's.. That's my tail", you whisper. "My tail... It fell off..."

Alastor stood there, feeling guilty. Had he stroked your tail too harshly? Was this all his fault?

You picked up the tail, holding it on your palms, hot salty tears forming in your precious doe eyes. Alastor felt horrible, absolutely heartbroken for your lovely tail. He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"How could this happen to me?" you sobbed. (I've made my mistakes)

Chaos unwrapped in the room as everyone realized the true nature of the situation.

Angel: What the fuck? THIS DID NOT JUST HAPPEN!

Charlie: Vaggie! CALL THE AMBULANCE!

Vaggie: On it... Shit! Where's the phone? Dammit!

Husk passed out on the bar table with a loud thump.

Vaggie: WHERE IS THE PHONE?

Lucifer: Charlie, I should tell you, I have hemorrhoids!

Charlie: Dad- what? Why are you telling me that-

Lucifer: My ass might just fall off like that tail! The surgeon said they might have to operate on it-

You: My tail is gone and so is my will to live-

Lucifer: Imagine it Charlie, an operation, on my ass!

Alastor: No, don't say that dear-

Charlie: Dad, I'd rather not-

Nifty was running around in panic, accidentally bumping into you and making you lose your balance. Due to that, your fallen tail flew in a beautiful arch, soaring through the air and eventually landing on Angel's hair. Angel stood there for a moment in shock, before he yelled in disgust.

Angel: AAARRGHH SON OF A BITCH!

Angel used his long arms to grab the fallen tail and threw it away. The tail soared through the air once again, this time landing inside Lucifer's open mouth.

Alastor: How dare you treat my mate's tail like that-

Angel: Ugh! It was still warm!

Lucifer's eyes widened as the tail landed in his mouth and throat. He started choking on the soft fur.

Charlie quickly started beating the hell out of Lucifer, slamming her open palm on his back.

Vaggie on the phone: Yes we have a male choking on a fallen doe tail. Yes we need professional help!

You: Charlie, do the maneuver!

Charlie, in panic: WHAT FUCKING MANEUVER?

You: The Hamburger, no... The Heimlich maneuver!

Charlie: I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS!

You: MOVE!

You started desperately performing the maneuver. Lucifer was gagging like a fish on dry land. Angel started filming the scene.

Vaggie on the phone: YES HE IS TURNING BLUE! Yes we are trying to help!

Thanks to your capable hands, Lucifer managed to cough the tail out. But this time the tail flew in your mouth. You felt the wet, soft fur. You felt like yelling, that's how disgusting this whole thing was.

Angel: Oh hell nah! That is... Ew. It's like, Lucifer's spit is inside you-

Alastor: Shut up Angel!

Now it was Alastor's turn to perform emergency care. He slapped the dear life out of you, his large palm hitting your upper back. But it didn't work, so he started performing the Heimlich maneuver. Since Alastor was so much bigger than you, it looked like he was humping a teddy bear.

Angel: Kinky!

Vaggie on the phone: Now we've got a female chocking on the tail!

Angel: Haha, is that how they look like when they are fucking?

Charlie: Come on, Angel...

Nifty, smirking: Alastor's a big boy!

Alastor, losing his control: SHUT UP! SHUP UP ALL OF YOU!

Alastor kept performing the maneuver while you desperately gagged, finally spitting the tail out. The slimy tail landed on Lucifer's hat, making him let out a ridiculously high pitched scream.

Alastor held you close, mumbling sweet nothings in your ear. "It's okay darling, you're fine, I'm here..."

"My tail... It's gone..." you cried softly against his chest.

Husk finally sobered up, seeing the scene in front of him. "What the hell did I miss?"

Angel quickly let Husk know what had happened.

Husk: Well, that's sucks. That sucks a lot-

Angel: Like your dad at the gay sex club-

Nifty: Nice one, Angie-

Husk: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY-

Charlie: OMG! Look!

Vaggie: Your tail is growing back!

Never in your life had you ever witnessed this. First, your tail dropped, and now you were pushing out a new one. Alastor looked at the newly emerged tail that was even softer than the last one. He chuckled, reaching the tail to pet the silky fur.

"My my, looks like things worked out after all", Alastor chuckled. "First you dropped your old tail and now you grew out a new, drop dead gorgeous tail."

"Pun intended, huh?" Angel cackled.

You felt your new softer tail, still slightly confused by the most recent events. "I really have a tail after all..."

"Yes dear", Alastor nodded, ignoring Angel's comment. He grinned with a wicked glint in his eyes as he stole glances at the new tail. "Lovely."

Alastor's face when your tail fell off:

[reiderwriter]

Margaritas and Mistakes

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive, smut coming in the next part (it's already written it just felt best to post them separately lmao).

Warnings: Suggestive language, dirty talk, some heavy petting and mention of sexual arousal. 18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: On a group night out, you get a little more drunk than you want to, and when Spencer shows up looking like the love of your life and not just your coworker, you realise that the margarita’s are having more of an effect than they should be.

A/N: Welcome back, it's my week off currently so I've been writing a copious amount of smut, so please enjoy this 3.6k word build up to more smut coming soon. Requests are still open, and you can find my masterlist here!

PART TWO!

You truly made all of your worst decisions when under the influence of alcohol. You blamed it on the fact that you really didn’t get the chance to go out all that often now that you were a full time member of the BAU Team. But the job was sometimes rewarding, and considering you’d been working on consultations all week and not a full time case, you were really looking forward to stretching your legs this friday night and getting some much needed relaxation in before you had to stare evil in the eye one more time.

“Girls’ Night Out! No male detectives, partners, Special Supervisory Agents, Unit Chiefs, OR Doctors!” Penelope cheered as you arrived at her apartment that night prior to your eventful outing.

“God I needed this,” Emily sighed, taking a sip of her drink. “I can’t remember the last time I got to kick back with a glass of chardonnay.”

“You sent me a picture of your drink two days ago, and it didn’t exactly look like water,” JJ laughed.

“Ah you see, my dear JJ, that wasn’t kicking back. That was therapy.”

“Honestly, though, it’s going to be good to get out of the house. I swear, the only places I’ve been for the last month have been my apartment and work,” you sigh, downing the last of the drink Penelope had handed you on the way in.

“What happened to that guy you were seeing, Y/N? Was he that bad?”

“Don’t even mention it. He took me back to his place and he didn’t even have a mattress on the floor, wanted us to do it on his couch,” you groan. “The couch that was also housing all of his laundry. And I’m not positive it was even clean laundry.”

You really had been having the absolute worst luck with men recently; other than your aforementioned tinder date, the only men who had shown any interest in you being serial killers who wanted to murder you and married cops looking to fool around with an FBI agent. Not the most auspicious of dating pools.

“Okay, operation get Y/N laid is a go. Ladies, your jobs tonight, should you choose to accept it, is to become the best wing-women this town has ever seen!” Penelope joked, and you found yourself giggling at just the idea, thankful that they were taking the time to try to cheer you up.

“Oh I’m all in. I’m warning you now, Y/N, my wing-woman success rate is pretty high. I’ve helped multiple couples achieve not only orgasm, but also marriage and kids.” Emily boasted.

“Emily, next time you might want to think about the wording of that one,” JJ laughed. “But I’m in too, you could use a little unwinding.”

“Not you too, JJ. You were supposed to be our voice of reason tonight.” You giggle into your cup, feeling the effect of your starter alcohol already.

“Nope. We’re having no responsible adults in our midst tonight. That’s why I’ve already arranged for our favourite Doctor to come and pick us up when the last of us falls tonight. He’s at a screening of some Indie Russian flick until 2am which is probably about perfect for our plans.”

This is the first you’ve heard of Penelope’s plans, but you’re not against it. With a solid escape route, you can let loose as much as you want tonight and know that all of your friends are fully able to have as much fun as possible tonight.

“Well, that’s the plan for us, sweetcheeks. Maybe you’ll get lucky.” Penelope winked at you with a nefariously innocent look on her face. And suddenly you weren’t quite as sure you trusted her…

–X–

After your first margarita at the bar you were still feeling fine. Sure, you were talking a lot louder than you usually did, and if you saw yourself in the mirror you’d probably start giggling instantly at the stupid, semi-permanent grin on your face, but you were feeling so relaxed that it was of no consequence.

You’d moved swiftly from Penelope’s apartment to the nearest downtown bar. It looked pretty seedy to you, and the lighting was so low you could barely make out the faces of your friends in their seats at the same table as you, but you were sure some of that was just the alcohol blurring your vision.

Your hearing though was still in top shape, which was why when Penelope asked her next question, you almost spit the drink out of your mouth, rushing to laugh.

“Okay, fuck, marry, kill, Hotch, Morgan, Reid.” She giggled as she posed the question to her teammates.

“Oh come on now, that’s not fair.” Emily laughed at the question posed.

“You’re right, I don’t know a woman alive that doesn’t want a ride on my chocolate thunder.” Penelope let out a faux dreamy sigh and took another swig of her drink.

“And marrying Reid just seems wrong. He’s like our brother at this point.” JJ points out, just shuddering at the thought.

“So we’re all in agreement? Fuck Morgan, marry Hotch and lovingly bury Reid six foot under?” Emily laughs and the other two nod.

“Nope,” is all you manage to get out before going for another large gulp of your drink.

“Well, well, well, Y/N what would you be doing differently?” Emily snaps her head around to look at you, eager for the juicy details.

“None of you are curious what the doctor is packing?” You reply, almost innocently, unaware of the many plots culminating in the minds of your friends at that very second.

“Not at all. “Nope.” “That’s pretty gross, actually.” They all seem to reply at once, but Penelope pushes another drink into your hand as soon as you’re done and gets ready to launch a counter-attack.

“Are you curious about it?” She leaves it at that, and if you weren’t so drunk, you’d have seen them all lean into you, desperate for your answer and ready to hang off of your every word. "Do you think about you and him… You know?"

“Every night,” you sigh dreamily. And you’re telling the truth. In the recent months, you’d found yourself waking up a little hot and bothered after some rather steamy midnight encounters with the Good Doctor. You’d become close to him over the few months you’d worked with him as a member of the team, but it wasn’t like you’d had a crush on him or anything. It was more like your body had an unconscious appreciation of his body. Or at least for certain parts of his body.

“His fingers are really nice, you know. And they’re big, too. Just makes a girl curious, s’all.” You down the proffered drink, hiding your remaining shame behind the glass.

“No, no, no babycakes, we’re gonna need more details than that if you’re gonna claim that you want to fuck Reid more than Morgan.” Penelope insisted, more forceful now than before.

“And what exactly does every night mean, Y/N? Something you should be telling us?” JJ wiggled her eyebrows at you and you lost it for a few seconds having a giggling fit.

“Okay, okay, it’s just… You’ve seen how he looks, right? And there was that one case three weeks back. He confronted that accomplice, and when he was about to bolt he slammed him against the wall and held him there like he’d barely broken a sweat. And you know how it is, we see Morgan kicking down doors on the daily, so I thought I wouldn’t be that interested in feats of physical strength, but my only thought in that moment was that I’d rather like him to slam…me…against that …wall.” You slowed down your speech at the end, looking up to see what looked to you like the grinning faces of three wolves staring down at their prey.

“And now I need another drink, anyone up for another round?” You squeaked out, changing the topic before any of the others could make their own comments.

–X–

Your second round of margarita’s was probably where things went irreversibly wrong for you. You’d returned to the table with two rounds of shots for all, having queued up four songs on the ancient jukebox you’d seen in the corner, hoping to entice the girls away from conversation, and it had worked.

After you’d bought the first two rounds, JJ had bought you another, and then Emily had splurged on another three, and then Garcia had rounded the hour out with one more shot, this time with sparklers attached.

So by the time you got back to your table and took a much needed swig of a drink that didn’t have to go down all at once, you were feeling well past drunk, to say the least.

But with the free-flowing alcohol came the lack of inhibition, so you really didn’t care. True to their word, the girls had been doing their best to convince you to dance with some of the guys in the bar since you’d gotten up, but truthfully none of them had enticed you.

But now, the night was running out, and the alcohol had you a bit hot and bothered, so when you felt a nice, hard body press up gently against yours, you decided to take advantage of the situation. Without looking back, you wrapped your hand around the one of his that had grazed your hips and held in there, moving your hips back and forth and beginning to grind back into your mystery man.

He was a little bit still at first, but eventually began making some slow movements along with you, and you could see the others cheering for you from a distance, Emily especially whooping from her perch at the bar.

You felt the voice lean down to your ear after a minute or so, and you tilted your neck up to hear the tall man a little better.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” He whispered against your skin, still letting him guide you through the music. Had you been sober, you’d have realised the voice was more than familiar, especially since he’d said your name, but you were not, and so you did not.

“Well, if you’re lucky, tonight I’ll be doing you?” you giggled back, looking up at the man quickly. But with the hazy lights of the bar and the copious amount of alcohol you’ve ingested, you don’t catch a good enough glimpse of the man to realise he’s your coworker.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink,” he says, when you start to pull him towards the bar, his grip on your hips tightening, accidentally pressing you back into what you expect to be his semi-erect cock, straining against your clothing.

“Oh, what, wanna take me home right now? That’s okay with me, mister.” You giggle, grinding back into him more intentionally this time. You grip his hand and try to force it up to touch more of you, utterly carefree about throwing yourself on what you presume to be a stranger in the middle of a bar.

Before you manage to, however, he lets out a frustrated groan and turns you around by your hips, forcing you to look him in the eye for a little bit longer, and all of your senses finally start working once again.

“Yes, Y/N, we’re going now. Penelope called me 15 minutes ago and said you were ready for that ride home and I can see now that she was right,” Reid leant down so you could hear him enough, but your brain was short circuiting.

You’d been grinding on your coworker. The one that had been the cause of so much of your sexual frustration for the past god knows how long. Spencer was right in front of you, and he hadn’t loosened his grip on you that much. Spencer was right in front of you and his erection was poking into you.

Really, your following actions shouldn’t be held against you in the slightest given the situation.

“Are you going to take me home, Doctor? Lay me down in bed and get me nice and comfortable?” you giggled up at the man, now enjoying the way your insinuations were making him blush.

“Y/N, you’re not being fair. We need to get the others and go,” he shot back, irritation dripping from his tone.

“Oh I’m sorry, am I being a bad girl?”

“You’re certainly being very difficult- what are you doing?” He jolted as you moved your hands to his fair, beginning to play with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“It’s softer than I imagined it would be,” you giggled again, pressing yourself forward to press a kiss against his neck.

“Okay, we need to get you home,” he panicked, grabbing both of your hands, pressing them against your sides, spinning you around and walking you back towards the other girls.

“Hello Spencer~” the girls all giggled as you approached. You struggled against his grip a little, but he kept you firmly in place, man-handling you slightly, and you practically melted into his touch.

“Who let Y/N drink this much? Don’t answer that, you’ve all been drinking the same amount, right?” He left out a frustrated breath, and ran one hand through his hair. You attempted to move again, but he’d practically pinned you to the table. Your hips were pressed into the edge of it, his hips pressed against you, forcing you up against the table in a way that should have been uncomfortable. His other hand was resting near your discarded glass, caging you in almost entirely.

“Cars out front, lets go,” he said, his jaw twitching with anger now.

“No need, lover boy, taxis are coming to pick myself, Penelope and JJ up as we speak,” Emily slurred the words, but got the idea across well enough. “You’ll just be needing to take this little kitten home and you’re done for the night.”

They were all giggling now, as you let out a childlike yay, your excitement evident on your face.

“We’ll wait and see you all off together at least, so outside now. She needs some fresh air or something,” he was practically talking to a wall at that point, but after a few repetitions, the women acquiesced and moved outside.

“Ooh, that’s my taxi, gotta go,” Garcia practically runs from you the moment you step outside, and you wave at her whilst wrapped around one of Reid’s arms, stumbling with each step.

“Use protection my sweet babies,” she shouts as she slams the car door just as her car drives away, leaving a spluttering Spencer unable to respond that he’s not touching you tonight while you’re in this state.

The taxis for Emily and JJ arrive swiftly as well, and the two soon depart with similar messages and soon you find yourself alone with Spencer once again.

“So, your place or mine,” you smirk, looking up at him and batting your eyelashes in the sweetest way you can manage.

“You’re drunk, Y/N, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Drunk I may be, Doctor, but I absolutely know what I’m saying. I’m saying I want you to shove me against a wall and finger fuck me until I don’t know how to walk anymore.”

“Goddamnit, Y/N, someone’s gonna hear you.”

“Oh you want me to be quiet? If you take my panties off and push them into my mouth maybe you could shut me up for a few minutes.”

“Get in the car, now.” You stick your tongue out at him, but hop into the passenger seat. He slams the door in your face and takes a few deep breaths before moving around and getting in himself.

–X–

Despite having the window open the entire car journey, hoping that the fresh air will do you some good, you’re still on top form when Spencer pulls up to your apartment.

“I didn’t even give you my address,” you pouted, as you tried, unsuccessfully, to remove your seatbelt.

“I memorised your file, now let’s get you into bed,” he unclasps it for you, and you use the close proximity to drop a kiss on his cheek.

“Only if you get into bed with me, hot stuff,” you wink at him and make for the door. “You know, you’re going to remember everything I said in the morning, right?” You asked him.

“Unfortunately, yes,” he muttered under his breath as he caught you just as you were about to teeter into the hedge on the shared green space. You wrapped your arms around his neck for the second time that night and stopped him in his tracks. Looking deep into his eyes, you took one of your hands and traced it gently over the side of his face and down his neck, your eyes following your fingers. He gulped involuntarily when you hit his adams apple, and you snapped your eyes back to him.

“Chances are that I’m probably not going to remember any of this, right?” You smiled up at him.

“Alcohol induced memory blackouts tend to occur in binge-drinkers whose alcohol levels have hit at least 0.16%, and further studies show that 50% of adults will experience some kind of alcohol-related memory loss in their lives, so yes, I’d say you’re probably not going to remember any of this.” He shot back, almost entirely still in anticipation of your next move.

“Good, then I might as well enjoy the moment while it lasts right.” As soon as the words were out of your mouth, your lips crashed into his, and after a beat, his reciprocated, moving over yours just as hungrily. He moved now, walking you back to your door, lips still locked in a ferocious battle for dominance, until he pinched your arm slightly. You gasped a little, ready to pull back and complain about the pain, but suddenly his tongue was in your mouth and you were back at it all over again. He tapped your legs, signalling that he wanted you to jump into his arms, and you did, wrapping your legs around his centre tightly as he finished making his way to your apartment door.

Pulling away for the briefest of moments, he pulled your keys from your back pocket, and made quick work of your door.

“Bedroom, now Spencer, please I need you,” you whimpered in his arms, pressing kisses against his jaw and neck. Unfortunately, he had other ideas.

“No. We are going to the bathroom, where you’re going to wash your makeup off, brush your teeth and change your clothes, and then you are going to get in bed and sleep.” He unceremoniously dropped you at the door of your bathroom, and you slid to the ground.

Pouting up at him, you felt the tears well in your eyes.

“No! I don’t want to go to bed yet,” you sounded like a petulant child and Spencer cursed a little under his breath when he looked down at you.

“Y/N listen to me very clearly, you’re not thinking straight. You’re way past the legal limit, you can’t consent to any of this and I’m not going to sleep with you and then have you forget it in twelve hours.” His tone was harsh, but you listened to him.

Picking yourself up off the floor, you followed his instructions and got yourself ready for bed.

“Okay, I’m all done now, Doctor,” you grumbled once you were done. You half expected him to have left you there, choosing to retreat whilst you cleaned yourself up, knowing that he’d already done what was asked of him by getting you home. But he was still there perched on your bed, and you made one last attempt to get what you wanted.

As he made his way to stand up, you used the last of your strength to push him back down again and climbed into his lap. This time though, you made no attempt to take anything further, just wrapping your arms and legs around him and burrowing into his shoulder. You had to admit, you were getting particularly sleepy now.

You let out a small yawn and burrowed further into his neck just as he opened his mouth.

“Y/N, please, what are you doing?” He sounded tired now, but didn’t attempt to push you off again.

“You said I was probably not going to remember this in the morning. That’s not going to fly with me. So you’re gonna sleep here with me and tell me everything I forgot in the morning.” You informed him.

He scoffed at you, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he replied.

“So you want me to just sleep here next to you? No pushing you against a wall? No panties in your mouth?”

“Nope. Like you said, ‘s getting pretty late and it’s been a long week, so it's probably for the best if we…” You tried to finish but your tongue was so heavy in your mouth that you just couldn’t use it anymore. You felt the warm rumble of his answering laugh of disbelief as he manoeuvred the two of you under the covers, taking the time to kick off his shoes and remove his coat and shirt.

“Sleep well, Y/N, because when you wake up I’m going to make you feel all of the torment you’ve put me through tonight tenfold.”

And he held you there against his chest as both of you fell deeper and deeper into your slumber.

PART TWO

[gguk-n]

Falling for you again (Lewis Hamilton x Reader)

Summary- Getting the happily ever-after the two of them deserved.

There's a lot of domestic couple shit. Sorry, took me a while. Kinda long. Hope you enjoy this. This took longer than I hoped.

Part 1

Il mio dolce fratello maggiore- my sweet older brother

Sorellina- baby sister

Continued from where we left off

[Reader's POV]

Lewis closed the gap between us, our lips met softly but with an intensity of the yearning we felt for each other. It felt familiar yet tinged with the feeling of something new. His hands cupped my cheeks while mine grasped his shirt, pulling him closer. He smiled into the kiss at the close proximity. We were forced to pull away due to the lack of oxygen. He rest his forehead against mine, trying to catch his breath. "Even after so many years, you do not fail to take my breath away" he breathed out, barely above a whisper but I heard it. A crimson hue bloomed across my neck and cheeks; moving away from Lewis, only to be pulled back into a kiss with a slight force. "I have plans for dinner, Lew" the old nickname back, as I tried to free myself from his grasp. "How do you expect me to stop after getting you back after so many years?" he mumbled against my lips, pulling me in by my waist for another kiss. I smiled, "You haven't gotten me back yet" I teased. "I'll spend the rest of eternity trying" he whispered; squeezing my waist as he kissed me harder. I was able to finally pull away; "Ok, Lew, I have dinner plans with Marco and Kimi" I stated. "I could join you" he suggested. "Marco will probably have your head on a stick" I replied casually. "Why?" he quizzed. "Well, I did cry to him after we broke up and he was very angry at you. You know how girls are after a break up" I teased. I saw his adam's apple bob as he gulped in fear. "Play your cards right and maybe this time, you'll get to meet my family" I commented. "Let me know what everyone likes, I might have to start buying their affection" he thought out. "Can I have your number?" I asked shyly, I felt like a teenager, back at Silverstone 18 years ago. I left after we exchanged numbers.

I got dressed up for dinner and met the two of them in the hotel lobby. The restaurant was a 10 minute walk from the hotel, so we decided to enjoy the Monaco evening breeze. At the restaurant, we were seated after a bit of wait but the food was served promptly. I took a sip of my chardonnay when Kimi spoke up, "You and Lewis should date, or you'll end up alone with only me and my sister as your only visitors in your old age home." Marco dropped his cutlery with a clang. I almost spat my wine out; wiping my lips, "What makes you say that?" I questioned. "Both of you are single, and that would mean you would be there at more races" he continued. "I knew there was an ulterior motive" I laughed. Marco also having gained his composure back. We finished up with dinner and on the walk back I spoke to Marco, "Il mio dulce fratello maggiore" "What do you want?' Marco asked annoyed. "What can't I be nice?" I feigned innocence. "I've known you since you were born. Spill it" he replied. "Well" I paused, "I may or may not have agreed to a date with someone" I continued cautiously. "That's good news. Who's the lucky guy?" he asked excitedly. "Lewis" I pursed my lips. He looked at me in disbelief, "Sorellina" he spoke, "You remember how distraught you were" he smiled sorrowfully; "I just worry about you" he finished speaking. "I know, but I was 21. I'm older and wiser. I won't be reckless. I just, he's always been the one that got away. I just....this feels like a second chance." I said. He hummed in response, "If you're happy then I'm happy. But this time, if he makes you cry, I'm breaking his bones" he commented seriously. "Marco, don't scare him off just yet" I whined. "I'm looking out for you" he said, shaking his head. "What are you guys talking about with out me?" Kimi asked running back to us to stand in between.

After reaching the hotel, I went to sleep. I woke up to a text from Lewis asking what hotel I was in. I ended up texting him back only to be told to pack my bag because he was checking me out so that I could stay with him. Reasoning with him was useless; he can be relentless. I packed my stuff, got dressed and waited for Lewis in the lobby. He drove up to the entrance in his blue Ferrari. He took my stuff and put it in his car. He held the door for me and even buckled my seatbelt. The ride back was quick. We got out of the car and Lewis carried my stuff in. We spent the next couple of days walking around Monaco avoiding any paparazzi and spending as much of our time as possible wrapped up in each others embrace. "Can I be your boyfriend?" Lewis asked while we were laid in bed. "Didn't I tell you?" I giggled. "What?" Lewis whispered. "I accepted you as my boyfriend the time we kissed on the paddock." I whispered back. The smile on Lewis's lips could give any man a run for his money. He started peppering my face with kisses and thank yous in between.

Time flew by really quickly and it was finally time for me to return back to Italy. As I zipped up my suitcase, "Darling, I own a private jet, I'll fly you out" Lewis spoke. "Babe, you have a race next week. You should focus on that." I said. "Darling, I can't bear to be away from you" he said while wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder, slowly tracing his arms lower. His lips moved up to suck on my neck. I extended my neck to give him more access. His hands cupped my ass pulling me closer to grind against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought his lips against mine. "When is your flight again?" he asked in between desperate sloppy kisses. "2 hours" I hummed against him finally pushing him away, "I'm gonna miss my flight" I went back making sure I had finish packing everything up.

Lewis reluctantly dropped me off at the airport. The flight back was bittersweet. We weren't able to see each other for almost a month until, Silverstone. Lewis had literally begged me to come since it was his home race. I was a little apprehensive and only after a lot of begging did I agree to go. When Kimi found out I was going to be coming, he was so ecstatic. He had planned out a weekend with me. How was I gonna escape him? was the only thought on my mind.

Kimi flew in with Marco and I came in a day later due to work. Lewis had come to pick me up at the airport even though I had asked him not to. The British media was in a frenzy and I had no plans of having my privacy violated as soon as I set foot on British soil. Also, I hadn't told any one about Lewis yet except Marco and Manuela. I felt like Lewis was a spy in another life because we evaded the British media with more ease than I expected. Lewis lead me up to his hotel suite which had a great view of the city. We stood facing the window with his arms wrapped around my torso and his chin buried in my neck. "How do you look this pretty even after a flight?" he mumbled. I couldn't help but laugh, "Amore it was 2 hours long" "Still" he hummed pecking my shoulder. "You should freshen up, we gotta leave for media day" he said, trailing kisses up my shoulder to the back of my ear. "I'm meeting up with Kimi, it's his sprint qualifying today" I said meeting his eyes. It seems to me that Lewis had plans I had just throttled. He immediately stepped back. "You know, he's like my own son. I can't miss his race when I'm here" I continued. "No, you should go. It would mean a lot to him" he said, sounding a bit deflated.

The qualifying finished without a hitch, Kimi just happy to have me around. Me and Marco hung out together till it was time to head back. There was this feeling of unease since the morning since I couldn't go with Lewis. The next day was Kimi's sprint race and I went to the circuit with him. The race was quite exciting since Kimi won his maiden race. Toto was over the moon and was running towards Kimi faster then Marco. I was so proud of Kimi who was so happy that me and his parents were there to be able to witness his maiden win. We spent the evening together and I even made plans for a huge celebrations once we were home.

On Sunday, I woke up later then Lewis, who had kissed my forehead good bye as he left for the paddock. I got dressed and went there adorned in my Lewis Hamilton merch. Kimi and Marco would were celebrating F2 race weekend which I had politely declined saying that I was exhausted. I knew that if I missed the race, Lewis would probably kill me. I immediately found the Mercedes hospitality where Toto greeted me and couldn't stop talking about Kimi's win and George's pole. I scanned the area for Lewis hoping to be saved from Toto's droning. Thankfully I was saved by Roscoe who had escaped his father's grasp and run full speed towards me. I bent down to pet him when Lewis came running to us with a smile, "He know's who is mummy is. Good boy" Lewis said while scratching his ear. Toto's jaw was on the floor. "He better" I giggled taking his leash in my hand. "You are very irresponsible Amore" I laughed. "Well, I can't do much when my son's a mumma's boy" he smirked. I felt a blush make it's way towards my cheeks. George had also joined in on the conversation when he heard mom. Lewis took my other hand in his and introduced me to the team as the love of his life. The blush only turned a shade deeper as everyone gathered around to greet and congratulate us. I got to finally meet his parents too, who looked so happy.

There wasn't a boring moment during the race. Everything was so thrilling. I found myself talking to his parents and then consoling George towards the later half of the race watching Lewis cross the chequered flag, winning his 9th home race. I found tears falling from my eyes while I hugged his mum. I ended up following the Mercedes crew to Lewis. He got out of the car and hugged his parents. While I watched the happy moment play out, next thing I know my lips are on Lewis after he had come running towards me with his helmet in his hand. The camera flashes went crazy as Lewis pulled away. "I'm so happy I get to share this with you" he whispered. "I'm happy I get to share this with you too" I whispered back.

The media was in a frenzy, not only did Lewis break his own record of most race wins at a circuit but he also just announced his relationship. My phone was blowing up from friends and family alike. We spent the night together. I would deal with everyone else another time. A 9 time Silverstone race winner needed my attention right now.

I invited Lewis to come back home with me since my parents were way to excited to meet Lewis. There was a feast when we got there and Kimi was sulking in the corner by the time I got to him after talking with everyone and introducing Lewis to them. "Hey, dolce bambino. What's up?" I asked tapping on Kimi's shoulder. "You could've told me before you know" he mumbled. "It hasn't been long since we started dating." I replied. "Well, you could kiss him on national television but not tell your god son" he grumbled. "Aww, I'm sorry sweetheart." I cooed pinching his cheeks. He moved his face away from me shaking his head. "I'm happy you got to be with the guy you never forgot" he said cheekily. "What?" I asked in shock. "He's the one you always talked about to mum after all of your breaks up, isn't he?" he smirked. "You're too smart for your own good. Let's go meet your Zio Lewis." I said while leading him to Lewis. My grandmother had loaded Lewis's plate with all her favourites. I was thankfully able to get my boyfriend back from her clutches.

Lewis got along well with my family, I thought as I watched him play with my nieces and nephews and help my dad around. At the end of the day, we were sat on my childhood bed while I showed him all of my albums and the trinkets I had collected over the years. A small smile played across his lips as he watched me pull album after album. "I hope our daughters are are cute and pretty as you" he said while holding an album. I turned around with a shocked expression on my face, "I hope our sons are as handsome and talented as you" I remarked. "I was gonna wait, maybe make it a little more special but I just can't wait, not when you are sat in front of me talking about our children." Lewis said, sliding down from my bed to get on one knee. Now I was extremely shocked with my hands over my mouth and my eyes filled with tears. "I showed this to your dad and he agreed that it was totally your style." he said while pulling out a black velvet box with a ring inside. "yes" I crocked out. "No, wait" Lewis cut me off. "I wrote this whole thing, and you're gonna listen to me." he said, making me giggle. I smiled watching him continue, "Y/N Y/L/N you were my first adult relationship and you taught me so much. The day I walked away from you was the day I left a part of me with you. Right now, I kneel in front of you to ask you to keep me forever with you. I hope that you will let this stupid man wrong his rights and let him love you for the rest of his life. I hope we get to grow old and wrinkly and watch our grandchildren on the porch or the paddock. I hope you will have me as I wish to have you." he finished speaking waiting for me to speak. But I was blown away. I was ugly crying with make up streaking my face; all I could do was nod. Lewis slipped the ring onto my left ring finger while I moved down to the floor in front of him. "I love you Lewis Hamilton. Thank you for coming back to me. I'll cherish you for the rest of my life." I said while wiping away the snot. Lewis wrapped his arms around me, bringing me in a tight embrace.

We got married in a private ceremony in Sicily where Lewis had initially planned to propose to me. It was as intimate and private as it gets when your friends and family are Italian. We got married in the summer break after Lewis's first year in Ferrari. The ceremony was wonderful and scenic as we vowed to be there for each other in sickness and health, in wealth and prosperity and for better or for worse. I had lost the love of my life once and I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.

Only a little while later, our prayers were answered when I got pregnant with our first child. I knew Lewis would be a great dad, he was already planning out the kart he would gift his child the moment they were born. There were fights among the drivers on who would be the god father but we had decided that it would be Nico, who Lewis had reconciled with.

Watching Lewis interact with our children as I brought out the freshly baked muffins out to the patio. "Mamma, look at dad and Antonio." my daughter, Claudia called out. I walked out to find both my husband and son running around. I placed the muffins on the outdoor table and called them out to eat; all of them dug in. "I love it mamma" Antonio mumbled while chowing down on the muffins. Lewis wrapped his arms around my waist smiling at the scene in front of us. "I love you babe" Lewis said while pressing a kiss on my lips. "I love you too, Amore" I whispered back before I heard my kids making gaging noise making us laugh.

I was happy and getting back with Lewis was the best decision in my life.

Hope you like it

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[humanmorph]

this scene makes me feel like i hit my head really hard

transcript by Iris (sacredwhim)

Jack: I did think that another major problem that we don’t need to get into unless we are compelled to is that Gucci Garantine has some news for Brnine, I think.

Austin: Oh, that’s true.

Ali: [chuckling] Oh, sure.

Austin: Yeah! I mean, does that news—

Janine: [singsong] She’s engaged!

[Austin laughs] [Jack chuckles]

Sylvi: Oh my god.

Austin: She’s engaged with another mission, yeah, uh-huh. She has another engagement to deal with, yeah.

[Janine laughs] [Ali giggles]

Austin: Yeah, I think that that maybe comes in the middle of this—

Jack: In the middle of movie night?

Austin: [cross] In the middle of movie night. Gucci doesn’t know it’s movie night.

Jack: No.

Austin: Wait, did you invite Gucci to movie night?

Ali: I tend to, but.

Sylvi: Oh my god.

Austin: You tend to?

Ali: [laughs] Yeah. I have in the future. Check the transcripts.

Jack: This is a question about Gucci Garantine now. Which is, would Gucci—

Janine: Has she ever once shown up?

Jack: Oh, yeah.

Austin: That’s a great question. We’ve seen—Gucci showed up when Brnine had come back from the combustor, right?

Jack: Oh, there was that lovely scene, yeah.

Keith: Was that movie night?

Austin: Well, the—

Ali: Well, that was a hospital bed movie night. That was Thisbe gave me a laptop that I was watching movies on.

Austin: That—right. That’s exactly right. Yes, exactly.

Jack: Would Gucci deliver this news in person?

Austin: Or in emojis? I think in person.

Jack: [laughs] Witch in Glass, devil face, thumbs up, exclamation point.

Austin: [laughs] Oh… Oh, it’s chaos to have her here. Which might be right. Halfway through the first movie, you know? She lands in some sort of hover flier.

Jack: It’s like, red.

Austin: Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Cool red hover bike.

Ali: [snickers] I just had this whole scene of everybody hanging out, and in the middle of it you’re gonna be like, yeah, every character is gonna fight with each other now.

[Jack laughs]

Ali: [laughing] Do we have to?

Austin: Well, maybe it’s the end of the second—well, I get a scene.

Ali: Sure. [laughs]

Austin: [chuckles] Maybe it’s the end of the second movie where she shows up late. She shows up late. She’s at the very end, she didn’t—she came anyway.

Keith: Flashback to her saying “I’ll be there on time.”

Austin: Exactly that.

Keith: “I guarantee it.”

Austin: “I guarantee it. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Ali: Well…

Keith: “I Gucci guarantee it.”

Janine: And also, it’s Brnine’s birthday.

[Ali laughs]

Keith: And also Brnine’s got a little card that they’re looking at that says “I never will hire Clem.” [laughs]

Austin: [laughing] That’s right. Oh… Gucci shows up with popcorn-flavored wine.

Keith: And wine-flavored popcorn.

Austin: [laughing] And wine-flavored popcorn.

Jack: This is from the Mirage, right?

Sylvi: She’s that Patti Harrison character from I Think You Should Leave. “I can’t watch movies without popcorn!”

Austin: “I didn’t know if I should bring a red or a white, so I brought both.”

Janine: I would try the wine-flavored popcorn. I would not try the popcorn-flavored wine.

Jack: I’d try both.

Ali: Oh, opposite. Opposite.

Keith: I feel like shitty chardonnay is already popcorn-flavored wine.

Austin: Mhm.

Austin (as Gucci): Oh, I’m sorry, did I—have I missed it?

Ali (as Brnine): No, no, come in. You kind of missed it.

Austin (as Gucci): Hey, hi everybody. Hello.

Jack (as Movie Night Attendant): Hi.

Austin (as Gucci): I haven’t met some of you, I’m Gucci. I’m the commanding officer.

Dre (as Levi): Oh, hey, yeah, we talked on the phone.

Austin (as Gucci): Right, yes, you did show up with all of the food and supplies. Thank you. Levitation, right?

Dre (as Levi): Yep.

Austin (as Gucci): Sorry, should we hit pause on the movie or should I just talk over it?

Keith (as Eclectic): Pause.

Austin (as Gucci): I appreciate it.

Ali (as Brnine): Yeah, uh-huh.

Austin: Didn’t give a thumbs up. She wouldn’t give a thumbs up, but she nods. She says,

Austin (as Gucci): I appreciate it. Can I talk to you for a second, Brnine? I brought popcorn-flavored wine and wine-flavored popcorn for everyone.

Ali (as Brnine): Um…

Austin (as Gucci): For movie night.

Ali (as Brnine): Right. If this is a work thing, can we finish the movie?

Austin (as Gucci): No, it’s not a work thing. It’s just—

Jack: I have never heard a bigger lie.

[Ali laughs]

Dre: We’ve had some doozies on this show.

Austin: Yeah. Don’t forget that this is a relationship built on lies.

[Ali laughs]

Janine: It’s a personal thing that just happens to be in the context of work.

Austin: That’s exactly right.

Dre: Mhm.

Ali (as Brnine): Um, sure, yeah. You guys can put the movie back on.

Austin (as Gucci): I’ll be right back.

Sylvi: I am not watching the movie. I am watching those two.

Austin (as Gucci): We’re just gonna step out into the…

Austin: Where is the movie night? ’Cause didn’t it used to be in Phrygian?

Ali: No, no.

Austin: Oh, it was not in Phrygian.

Sylvi: It was always a rec room.

Austin: It was just the regular room.

Ali: My funny—my quarters that I was able to add to the ship is the media center.

Sylvi: My funny quarters.

Austin: Sorry, are we gonna call it “my funny room”? My funny quarters?

[Keith and Ali laugh]

Keith: My funny little room.

Ali: It’s what I get for not having magic. I get to add a room to the—

Sylvi: Yeah. A sound system.

Jack: My Funny Valentine except it’s My Funny Room.

Austin (as Gucci): Can we just talk in…

Ali (as Brnine): Yeah, yeah. You’re here to watch the movie though, right?

Austin (as Gucci): Yeah, absolutely. Which one is it?

Ali (as Brnine): ’Cause it’s a movie night.

Austin (as Gucci): Yeah, well, I’ve seen a lot of movies, so.

Ali (as Brnine): Right. Well, they’re movies.

Austin (as Gucci): Yeah.

Keith: You can keep watching them. [laughs]

[Ali laughs]

Dre: There’s always new ones.

Austin (as Gucci): The, um… The council has need of me.

Ali (as Brnine): [cross] This is a work thing.

Austin (as Gucci): It’s not. This part isn’t. I’m gonna be busy, so I wanted you to know that I would—it would be hard to get in touch with me, probably, for a little bit. Which is not just a work thing.

Ali (as Brnine): Right. Well, yeah. Well, um, sure. I mean, I’ll talk to you, then. When I can talk to you, I mean.

Austin (as Gucci): They—from here, after movie night, I have to go to the Crown of Glass.

Ali (as Brnine): Why?

Austin (as Gucci): This Crown of Glass, not the Crown of Glass that’s—not the planet. ’Cause there’s that now.

Ali (as Brnine): What planet?

Austin (as Gucci): There’s—the Twilight Mirage—did you not get a chance to look at the files on it?

Ali (as Brnine): No, I’ve been kind of busy.

Austin (as Gucci): You don’t have to get snippy with me. We sent over a folder with information. It should have been in with the food, which we also sent you, [quietly] which I wasn’t supposed to do.

Ali (as Brnine): Mhm. No, I was gonna look at it tomorrow.

Austin (as Gucci): Do you know about Lucia? We captured Lucia. Whitestar. Lander One?

Ali (as Brnine): Oh.

Austin (as Gucci): The second in line to the throne of the Principality.

Ali (as Brnine): When did that happen? I thought we weren’t doing any engagements because of the whole frizz.

Austin (as Gucci): Well, there were assets on the move already…

Ali (as Brnine): What assets?

Austin (as Gucci): Allied assets, as it turns out. Clementine’s assets.

Ali (as Brnine): [sighs]

Austin (as Gucci): And so, in order to—you have to understand. They’re sending me because they don’t trust her, but they trust me, and I trust you, and so I know I can trust you to run the Blue Channel with me gone, and I need you to trust me to run Clementine.

Ali (as Brnine): Why are you doing that?

Austin (as Gucci): That’s a great question. It’s, um…

Ali (as Brnine): No, but you’re gonna get hurt, or like—like, she’s a bad person.

Austin (as Gucci): Clementine is a—you’re telling me that Clementine Kesh is a bad person.

Ali (as Brnine): Yes. No, like—but she is, but like—like, you know that.

Austin (as Gucci): Of course I know it. Of course I know it.

Ali (as Brnine): Then why are—what are—

Austin (as Gucci): Sometimes you have to—[frustrated stammering] sometimes—

Ali (as Brnine): Sometimes you have to work with bad people.

Austin (as Gucci): Well, sometimes you have to work with dangerous people. You—hm. I helped defend your crew when you put a Branched on it.

Ali: [laughs incredulously]

Jack: [laughing] Ooh!

Sylvi: [softly] Yo…

Jack: Woah, Gucci big swing.

Sylvi: Pass me the wine-flavored popcorn.

Janine: Not the play… [groans]

[Art laughs]

Jack: Holy shit.

Austin (as Gucci): Didn’t I? And that turned out great.

Ali (as Brnine): I’m… I’m sorry, did you, like, know that Figure died?

Austin (as Gucci): Figure died?

Ali (as Brnine): [scoffing] Oh my god. Oh my god…

Austin (as Gucci): But Figure wasn’t—Figure wasn’t Branched.

[Jack chuckles]

Ali (as Brnine): [muffled] Oh my god.

Austin (as Gucci): Is everything—are you okay?

[Ali laughs]

Austin (as Gucci): Is—are you okay? Maybe me leaving isn’t—maybe you need me here.

Ali (as Brnine): No.

Sylvi: Oh my god.

Austin (as Gucci): I’m, um… I’m sorry. I know Figure was an important part of the crew. I know Figure was loyal. There had been some doubts, but I always knew Figure was—Figure seemed loyal.

Ali (as Brnine): [seething] Yeah, Figure seemed loyal. I really think that the thing people liked the most about Figure was that they were loyal.

Austin (as Gucci): I know you’re mad, but I feel like it’s misplaced. This wasn’t my idea.

Ali: [chuckles] That’s a crazy lie. [laughs]

Art: You’re so far into this relationship to learn that Gucci sucks.

[Ali laughs]

Art: Sorry, realize?

Keith: And I think it’s Ali who…

Austin: I mean, again, the basis of their entire relationship was that back on Partizan, Brnine used to lie to Gucci to take money from her.

Ali: Uh-huh.

Austin: It’s a sandcastle all — it’s a castle built on sand.

Ali: But, you know…

Sylvi: They’re so bad for each other.

Austin: It’s a sandcastle.

Ali: I mean, Gucci got those working equipment situation. [laughs]

Austin: Uh-huh. Mhm.

Ali: Her robots were fixed.

Austin: They were.

Ali (as Brnine): I’m—I’m—I’m mad at Clem, and I’m mad at you, and I’m mad that Figure’s dead, and I’m mad that Phrygian’s dead, and I’m mad that you would, like, use that as a bargaining chip when Phrygian was, like, our best crew member. Like, we wouldn’t have even—going to the combustor was Phrygian’s idea.

Austin (as Gucci): [stammers] And it was—and it worked. It worked.

Ali (as Brnine): Oh my god, what are you doing? I—it’s movie night!

[Sylvi laughs]

Austin (as Gucci): And I have to leave after movie night. I wouldn’t have a chance to come talk to you. I have to go to the Crown of Glass and keep a leash on her. Don’t you see how hard that’s going to be? I hate her! And she was useful, and she gave us the one thing she could give us to make us even open the door, and she’s gonna hold it over me, forever. [softly] Just like she held everything over me for years, and now we have to open the door for her again.

Because we have to, because she… Do you know what sort of bargaining chip we have now if we ever leave here? We have Cynosure’s daughter. And he’s… [scoffs] He’s as sentimental as they come. He wasn’t even supposed to be Princept.

Ali (as Brnine): Why do you think we’re leaving here? Why do you care about Clem or any of that?

Austin (as Gucci): Why do I think we’re leaving here? I’m not staying in the Twilight Mirage. The whole point of this was that we shouldn’t be here. You’re staying here?

Sylvi: Oh my god!

Austin (as Gucci): With who?

[Ali laughs]

Ali (as Brnine): Do you know a way out? Because I don’t know a way out. I don’t think anybody else knows a way out. I think that we’re here now. I think that we’re in the situations that we’re in, and—

Austin (as Gucci): You’re abandoning Millennium Break.

Ali (as Brnine): What?

Austin (as Gucci): They’re out there! They’re not in here! The fight is out there. And you’re gonna stay in here for movie night?

Ali (as Brnine): I didn’t say that. I said we’re stuck.

Austin (as Gucci): You didn’t say we were “stuck” when there was the stellar combustor. You said, “I’m turning off the stellar combustor.”

Ali (as Brnine): Well, I don’t have Phrygian here anymore. And I don’t have Figure anymore—

Austin (as Gucci): [cross] Phrygian didn’t tell me that. You told me that.

Ali (as Brnine): [cross] —and now you’re gonna go to Clem.

Austin (as Gucci): I’m not “going to Clem”. I’m going to the Crown of Glass and putting a leash on Clem. I’m keeping Clem from hurting you and everyone else.

Ali (as Brnine): Great.

Austin (as Gucci): Which, yes, I can do. And no, it won’t be dangerous for me.

Ali (as Brnine): Cool.

Austin (as Gucci): I know how to deal with her.

Ali (as Brnine): I’m glad. Are you talking me into this, or are you talking you into this?

[Sylvi groans]

Ali (as Brnine): Because it feels like if we have an hour to hang out, we could sit in that room and watch a fucking movie. And not be thinking about this.

Austin (as Gucci): [cross] You’re right, you’re right. I don’t have an hour to hang out.

[Sylvi gasps]

Austin (as Gucci): And I shouldn’t be spending the time I have talking to you. Good luck, Captain. The Blue Channel’s yours.

Ali (as Brnine): Come on. Come on.

Sylvi: This is such good shit!

[Ali laughs]

Ali (as Brnine): I didn’t mean it like—

Keith: She’s busy only ever taking credit for things we do.

Austin: Uh-huh.

[Sylvi exclaims]

Austin: And she is leaving.

[Ali laughs]

Dre: Good.

[Ali groans]

[nerdygaymormon]

Favorite LGBTQ movie and TV quotes

“Um, I do drink red wine, but I also drink white wine. And I’ve been known to sample the occasional rosé. And a couple summers back, I tried a Merlot that used to be a Chardonnay, which got a bit complicated… I like the wine and not the label. Does that make sense?”

— David Rose, Schitt’s Creek, Season 1, Episode 10

“That felt so good to say. I feel like I just solved an escape room I’ve been trapped in my entire life.”

— Fabiola Torres, Never Have I Ever, Season 1, Episode 5

“Look, I’ll be hurt either way. Isn’t it better to be who I am?”

— Eric Effiong, Sex Education, Season 1, Episode 7

“Everybody’s story is different. There’s your version, and my version, and everything in between. But the one thing that all of those stories have in common is that moment right before you say those words when your heart is racing, and you don’t know what’s coming next. That moment’s really terrifying. And then once you say those words, you can’t unsay them. A chapter has ended, and a new one’s begun, and you have to be ready for that.”

— John, Happiest Season

“The good thing about being different is that no one expects you to be like them”

— Ellie Chu, The Half Of It

"When I'm with Brittany, I finally understand what people are talking about when they talk about love. I've tried so hard to push this feeling away, and keep it locked inside, but every day just feels like a war. I walk around so mad at the world, but I'm really just fighting with myself. I don't want to fight anymore. I'm just too tired. I have to just be me."

— Santana Lopez, Glee, Season 3, Episode 7

“Now, there is a long and honorable tradition in the gay community, and it has stood us in good stead for a very long time. When somebody calls you a name…you take it and own it.”

— Mark Ashton, Pride

“So I'm bisexual. So what? It's LGBTQ for a reason. There's a B in there and it doesn't mean Badass. Okay, it does, but it also means Bi.”

— Callie Torres, Grey's Anatomy, Episode 1105

“We’re standing here in Philadelphia, the, uh, City of Brotherly Love, the birthplace of freedom where the, uh, founding fathers authored the Declaration of Independence, and I don’t recall that glorious document saying anything about all straight men are created equal. I believe it says all men are created equal.”

— Joe Miller, Philadelphia

"Yes, I wear foundation. Yes, I live with a man. Yes, I'm a middle- aged fag. But I know who I am, Val. It took me twenty years to get here, and I'm not gonna let some idiot senator destroy that. F*** the senator, I don't give a damn what he thinks."

— Armand Goldman, The Birdcage

"Being gay is your thing. There are parts of it you have to go through alone. I hate that. As soon as you came out, you said, "Mom, I'm still me." I need you to hear this: You are still you, Simon. You are still the same son who I love to tease and who your father depends on for just about everything. And you're the same brother who always complements his sister on her food, even when it sucks. You get to exhale now, Simon. You get to be more you than you have been in... in a very long time. You deserve everything you want."

— Emily Spier, Love, Simon

"The greatest gift we can give each other is our authentic selves and sharing that. Sharing our truth is what will make us strong. So here I am. I am both human and alien. And I am a trans woman."

— Kara Danvers, Supergirl, Season 4, Episode 19

"But I feel more when I look at a picture of Kristen Stewart than I do when I kiss him."

— Elena Alvarez, One Day at a Time,

"You can’t change it. You can’t fix me. Because I’m not broken, I don’t need to be fixed, OK? I’m me!"

— Ian Gallagher, Shameless, Season 5, Episode 12

"Becoming me was the greatest creative project of my life."

Eliot Waugh, The Magicians, Season 1, Episode 1

"Every time someone steps up and says who they are, the world becomes a better, more interesting place. So, thank you."

—Raymond Holt, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Season 5, Episode 10

"I might be…bisexual, and you guys know I hate labels, but this one feels important right now to own the space I’m in and to make sense of it."

—Kat Edison, The Bold Type

[strrvnge]

But once I got very close

Description: after returning from the gap Stephen’s head has turned into a horrible place and Theo not one he can turns to is you

Warnings: angsty, implied past relationship, Stephen hates the bachelor, self destructive Stephen, it’s currently 3 am I haven’t slept in two days so forgive any mistakes.

“What are you doing here?” You opened wide the door already certain as to who would bother you that late at night.

“Chinese food?” He held up the bags and grinned at you before without waiting for permission slipped past you and into the apartment. You let out an exaggerated sigh and close the door behind you.

“We could watch that ridiculous show of yours which the picking of the fake bride. Let’s watch the bachelor ”

You leaned against the doorframe and observed him as he moved around your place with such grace and familiarity as if he had done this a thousand times, as if this place was still his own.

“What are you doing here Stephen?” You finally said unable to act unbothered by the fact that he had woken you up for the third time this week.

“What do you mean?” He innocently replied and if you weren’t exhausted you would have rolled your eyes at him.

“I mean that bursting into someone’s apartment at 2am and bringing Chinese takeout is not okay or normal”

“I didn’t know where else to go” he admitted and you sighed and let your hands fall to your sides.

“You need to find a therapist Stephen” you shook your head disappointed and annoyed he was there once again to rant about his problems. He heard you huff and mutter something under your breath but he looked down and didn’t ask. He was in no position to be proud not now that he needed you.

You got two mismatched glasses and a bottle of Chardonnay-the one he had suggested to buy, his favourite. Like an irritated mother you purred the drinks without even sparing him a glance while he was looking at you in the eyes with feigned patience and anticipation.

“Thank you” he said politely and passed you your food but you knew better than that.

You sat quietly for a while both of you staring at the tv as the players made empty promises of love and loyalty to each other but none of you actually watched.

“You should take something about your insomnia” you finally broke the silence and he knew your annoyance had worn off. He would be thankful but also felt guilty for using you like that.

“It’s not that I can’t sleep”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m just there alone and I don’t want to go to sleep. Every time I close my eyes I return to that darkness and…and I have spent far too much time there”

“I don’t know who I am anymore”

“Everyone has moved on and I’m here behind looking at them” he had abandoned his food and now was occupying himself with the wine. Two or three big sips and then a refill-you had made mental note to tell him about that developing problem of his once would be calm.

He was smelling alcohol from the moment he had come in just like every other previous night. Scotch, bourbon and beer or anything that would stop that once brilliant mind of his.

It had only been a couple weeks since he returned but had been hectic ever since. He had ditched every old friend who wanted to welcome him back and thank him and after being replaced at the Sanctum (something he didn’t have the patience to explain to you yet) he had turned into a mess only you were allowed to see. You wished you could help but Stephen was never the person to accept help just keep you at arms length so he wouldn’t break down.

“And suddenly when I thought I knew what I wanted, where I was going in life everything changed. I don’t know what I want anymore, what I should do or shouldn’t do. I was so close to getting what I wanted, so close”

He turned at you his face visibly red but his eyes were glistening. His once beautiful face was now dulled by fatigue.

“People change and with them change their wishes and dreams. It might sound scary but it can be fun too” he turned to look at the tv your words not slightly able to soothe that aching feeling inside of him.

“And beside what happened to you was terrible. You sacrificed yourself and it’s understandable if you need time to adapt.What you did was oddly altruistic of you”

“Very altruistic indeed. Did you ever thought I’d be the hero type?” He asked and took a deep sip from his wine.The scornful tone of his didn’t go unnoticed. If he only had the courage to tell you how much of a failure he felt and how he thought everyone who saw him as a hero were fools.

He glanced up at you hoping-no needing you desperately to be able to read minds. Please see, please understand all the things I will never tell you.

“I never thought you as any type of guy”

It actually sounded worse than he had imagined. Another sip you noticed and he didn’t have to speak to know that you screwed up.

Were you still thinking of him like you once did? You were all he was left if you didn’t thought of him then that felt as if he didn’t exist at all.

“I wonder if that was one of the times I should have been selfish. Let Thanos do what he wanted and return to you”

“Well you did what you had to do. I only wished you could have left me like a note so I didn’t thought you stood me up, ‘honey sorryI can’t meet you for coffee I have to save the universe. See ya in five years-Stephen”

“Are you usually that wise and funny at 2 am?” He gave you one of his charming smile to cover up how your words affected him. But he was certain you could pierce him, look through him till he would squirm.

“Yes it’s my spiritual guru time. My need to murder you and my sleep deprivation align and I get this mystical power”

“Creative too? Aren’t you a catch?” You smiled oddly proud and drunk the rest of your wine. Those late night conversations would turn you into an alcoholic he was certain.

“It’ll be alright Stephen I promise” you spoke gently and softly as if he was a child and perhaps it was the alcohol but he found your presence rather soothing than condescending. You rubbed his arm and he took in the sight of you, your tired face and your red eyes to the warmth your body provided. Your presence was grounding and he felt safe after a very long time.

“One day you should tell me why you even wanted to see me that day”

“Of course”he smiled but he knew his death day would come sooner than that. His pride couldn’t allow him for you to see him even more vulnerable and pathetic. His love was undeniable but also a secret he’d take to his grave.

“Good night” you gave him a tired smile and then a peck on the cheek-the only casual affection he would ever allow himself to get.

“Good night dear”he muttered and he wished he had the courage to kiss your forehead like he always did, like you waited for him to do now.

You stood up and he glanced at the tv the promises of eternal love and adoration in that stupid game sounded rather appealing and hopeful to his exhausted mind. Now he looked at you and couldn’t help but wonder. You were by far not the perfection he seemed to achieve throughout his life yet to his eyes your flaws were a couple strokes to a canvas that only added to the masterpiece you were. So perfectly imperfect he was at awe-or he hoped just drunk.

“If I had asked you to stay back then would you have said yes?”

“Probably yes” the tv colours glowed up your face pinks and blues and yellows everything so very surreal. He nodded his head and you noticed that deep line on his forehead. Now he was deeper in thought.

“good night”

As you turned around his eyes pierced through you, looking at you with longing. You left the living room heading to your bedroom but with you he felt as if you took everything he once had, everything he once wanted.

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

I made the mistake of mentioning to @akitasimblr that I could write a whole teal deer about this scene, so she of course enabled me.

cw: i'm discussing my thought process behind it and what i was bearing in mind as i set it up and wrote it, so this does deal with consent in more depth, and in much less vague wording, than in the actual scene. proceed with caution. and stay safe out there, everyone.

As I’ve said, initially it was intended to be something light and silly about Araminta’s “oops” moment where she sent an ‘r u up’ style text to the bachelor’s identical twin instead. But when I thought some more about Araminta’s inexperience and personality, and where her state of mind was at that point in the gameplay, I realised just how anxious she would have been when she realised her error. 

And while Leo is very clearly “if it’s not right for both of us, then it’s not right for either of us” when it comes to sex, Araminta doesn’t yet know that. What she does know is that he flirted with her during her introduction, he accepted her offer, he has a reputation of being a Del Sol Valley villain that he seems to revel in, and that he is the director and creator of the show she is about to become a contestant in. 

While I try to keep real world prejudices and issues away from the Sims since the game doesn’t have those features itself (apart from classism and rich versus poor), as we all know Hollywood and other such industries do have a history of powerful men abusing their influence, which tragically continues to this day. So given their relative positions and the imbalance of power, once I started writing the scene, that became part of the undertone too. 

(For the record, Araminta never thought that the very bad thing would happen - and I didn’t want to touch that. At all. Rather she was convinced that he would develop a grudge against her and spoil her time on the show. And since part of the reason she applied was that her trainer suggested it might boost her profile and help her land sponsorships as a rising star on the professional equestrian scene, she was worried about that too.)

So when she finally enters Leo’s hotel room, I figured that it may take him a while to deduce exactly why she’s being so quiet and nervous, given that he is a five star celebrity and in his mind, perhaps she became a little starstruck once she was in the same room with him. He therefore tries to put her at ease, humanising himself by reminding her that he’s a regular person too (if - in his mind - a completely amazing and perfect one), joking about the chardonnay and encouraging a feeling of intimacy by treating her as a confidant with his Thorne Bailey gossip. Had he actually been ‘just some guy,’ he likely would have realised what was wrong far, far sooner.

Crucially during this, he doesn’t touch her nor otherwise tries to physically initiate things.

However, once he realises that she doesn’t want to have sex with him at all (or as he understands it at the time, has changed her mind), he takes the initiative and attempts to make things easier for her by asking her straight out if that’s the case. She’s still too nervous to speak, so he takes the lack of an absolute ‘yes’ when it comes to sex (in his words, shoving him onto the bed) as a ‘no.’ He then comes up with an excuse to leave the room, which does several things. It physically distances Leo from Araminta, thus hopefully easing her worries and assuring her that nothing is going to happen unless she wants it to. It also - as he suggests - gives her a moment to gather herself and regroup.

And at this along with the “if I end up having the entire bottle to myself, then that’s okay” comment, he’s actually putting in her head that it’s fine to entirely leave the hotel room and go back to her lodgings, if that’s what she wants to do.

After this, Araminta then is in a good enough place where she is able to join Leo in the other room and explain what had happened. Of course, he’s a mean traited Sim and incredibly vain, so there are some snarky comments, but none of them are about her not wanting to have sex with him. And if you look at the content of his messages rather than the wording and jokes, he reinforces his support of her wishes - along with a general pro consent statement - and reassures her that it won’t impact how she’s treated on the show. He also reminds her to breathe (which being a performer, he’d likely know that focusing on that is a good way to limit any pre-gig panic) and suggests she do something relaxing, like getting a massage, after she leaves.

Also with his final comment about how he’s always happy to ‘mentor’ a promising up-and-comer, while I don’t think he’d say ‘no’ if she did ask to sleep with him in the future, I think it’s more an attempt at levity and playing up to his bad boy reputation rather than a genuine offer. He probably really does not want her telling people that he was nice to her, but his threat of how he’d ruin her reputation if she did is clearly a silly one and he's again reassuring her that she has nothing to fear from him, especially since it's delivered with a hug.

Finally I ended with the closing shots of Araminta walking away looking relieved and happy, and Leo perhaps ruminating on just how shitty the world of dating can be if you’re a straight femme type. For all his faults, Ana’s Leo does sincerely love his family and is devoted to them, so perhaps along with the wine, he experienced some rather sobering thoughts of how he’s going to prepare his daughters for all this nonsense to come.

(Sorry Leo, but I’m fairly sure they don’t all turn out to be lesbians.)

So hopefully while I did try to keep things relatively light, I was able to convey all this throughout the scene and not trivialise the issue. If I didn’t succeed, then while I doubt that I will be dealing with consent themes again anytime soon (if at all) in the future, I am sorry and I will do better.

[gksrnrdlsdla]

I think those scenes are connected somehow. (It might sound like a cliché, but I’m gonna say it anyway…) If the Rose Chardonnay implies romance, then Rio getting it right about what she’d actually drink shows he knows she wants more than just a romance—unlike the other girls who *help* him out or something. And that’s why he finds her more interesting than anyone else and also thinks she’s kinda like him...

[waytooinvested]

Forgotten, Not Forgiven - Chapter 4

Still reeling from finding out the truth herself, Lena suddenly finds herself in the midst of an odd role reversal in which she knows that Kara is Supergirl, but Kara no longer has any idea she has ever been more than an ordinary human. And what’s more, Lena has no choice but to keep the truth from her for her own protection…

Rift era reconciliation/fix-it fic, starts out kind of on the angsty side but there will be more fluff later and plenty of bonding.

This and previous chapters are also on AO3

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Back home in her penthouse Lena headed straight for the kitchen, not bothering to pause long enough to remove her jacket or shoes.

It turns out that you were just too incompetent to work it out. You’ve really let me down Lena.

She pulled a glass out of the cupboard, half filled it with chardonnay, then stared down into the pale liquid for a few seconds, as if it might offer her some words of comfort to replace the relentless echo of all that had happened in Lex’s bunker.

She’s just like you – a lesser imitation of the real power in her family.

Lena drained the contents in a single long swallow, shuddering as the chilled wine hit the back of her throat.

I would love to believe you, but that can’t possibly be true.

She looked down at the glass in her hand, twirling the stem between her fingers as she contemplated the last couple of drops at the bottom.

I can think of a Luthor who might think that something like that was fitting revenge, but it’s not Lex.

Then she threw it against the wall.

Hard.

It shattered, raining sharp fragments over the kitchen floor.

Good.

Lena left the glittering pieces where they lay and took out a whiskey tumbler, her movements deliberate and precise as she slammed it onto the worktop almost hard enough to crack the crystal, a counterpoint to the furious tremble that kept trying to assert itself in her hands.

She refused to let so much as a tremor show itself as she poured a triple measure from the dusty bottle she kept at the back of her drinks cabinet. It was rougher than her usual choice of scotch and lacked the subtle complexity of a fine sipping whiskey, but Lena wasn’t in the mood for slow savouring. She wanted to knock it back and feel it all the way down to her stomach.

She wanted it to burn.

Lena had let Lex live the last time they’d met, and to repay her he had taken the one person she least wanted to have to care about and forced her into a position where she had no moral choice but to actively save her; then behaved like he had done her a favour as he left her to be blamed for his crime by someone she had once called a friend.

She had helped Alex and the DEO to track down the missing Supergirl and had been on the point of getting her out safely, and yet had ended up right back where she always did – tarred with the Luthor brush and assumed to be a villain.

And as for Kara: somehow even unconscious Kara had managed to draw to the surface all the vulnerability Lena did not want to admit to herself she possessed and reignite the searing flame of a betrayal that simultaneously overshadowed and was dwarfed by how much she had loved her before all this happened.

Well, let them.

It was over now, and they had got all the amusement they were going to get from her.

She had done her part and got Kara safely home. She had warned the DEO what would happen if they convinced Supergirl of her identity without finding a way to circumvent Lex’s trap, and even shot her own brother (albeit unsuccessfully) in an attempt to stop any further harm being done. Alex and the entire DEO would be working on Kara’s case from now on, and it was clear that they neither needed nor wanted her help with that. She had nothing to feel guilty about, and she didn’t owe them another second of her time.

From now on, they could damn well manage without her, and if they tried to rope her in again-

Lena’s cell phone rang.

Out of habit, she pulled it out her pocket and stared at the name on her screen.

Alex.

Fucking nerve.

She looked at the ringing phone in her hand for a long moment before jabbing the screen to reject the call.

Only it seemed that the half glass of wine and single swallow of whiskey she had managed to consume so far must have gone to her head faster than usual, because somehow she had hit the accept icon instead, and now she was holding the phone to her ear as if she had any intention at all of speaking to Alexandra Danvers, now or ever again.

Which she absolutely did not.

‘What do you want Alex. Did you call to tell me you’ve changed your mind and you’re coming to arrest me after all? Because it’s not a wise move to tip off your criminals in advance like that’.

Well, maybe a nice cathartic argument was exactly what she needed right now.

‘No, of course not... I actually called to thank you for your help getting Supergirl back, and to apologise. I was beyond out of line with how I treated you today, and I’m sorry. No matter how bad it looked I should never have assumed the worst like that – I know you would never hurt Kara the way Lex did. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I tend to get kind of over protective when I think Kara’s in danger and this time you got caught up in that... it’s no excuse, but I wanted you to know. I really am sorry Lena’.

That was… not what she had been expecting. The apparently sincere apology slightly took the wind out of her sails, though it was far from good enough. After all, apologising after the fact was easy. It didn’t mean that if something like this ever happened again, they wouldn’t find themselves right back where they had been, with Alex’s gun aimed squarely between Lena’s eyes as she reduced her to nothing more than another scheming Luthor.

‘Apology noted’.

Her tone crackled with the ice she hadn’t bothered to add to her drink, and Alex must have sensed that she was about to hang up on her, because before Lena could tap the end call icon she called out again, at a volume clearly intended to be heard by someone who had pulled the phone away from their ear.

‘Wait! Lena, I also wanted to check on how you’re doing. Today was a lot, and I can’t imagine how I’d be feeling right now if I’d been put in a position where shooting Kara felt like the only option I had left’.

Lena should have hung up anyway, but it was such a patently ridiculous false comparison that she couldn’t resist getting drawn in long enough to refute it.

‘Yes, well, Lex and Kara are hardly the same, are they?’

‘No, but he’s still your brother, and that can’t have been an easy choice to make. I honestly don’t know if I could have made the same one in your position’.

Of course she couldn’t have, Alex would always put Kara’s life ahead of anyone else’s. It had been one thing they used to agree on.

‘That’s because you’re not a Luthor’.

Not a scorpion. Not like Lena.

‘And you’re not as ruthless as you’re making out. I’m sorry I let myself forget that today, but you shouldn’t. You saved Kara. Even after everything that happened between you, you called me and offered to help get her back, and then you did. I owe you for that. I truly hope that we can find a non-lethal way to deal with Lex once and for all, but if it ever really comes down to it and there is no other choice, I will take the shot myself’.

Lena stared down at the phone in her hand, as if that might somehow help her take in the vehement resolve in Alex’s tone as she promised to shoot Lex Luthor.

Maybe she had a little more sting in her tail than Lena had given her credit for.

‘I thought the DEO didn’t kill these days’.

‘We don’t if we can help it, and I won’t if there’s another way. I don’t want to be a killer. But sometimes there is no other way, and if we reach that point with Lex, you shouldn’t have to be the one to do it’.

There was a lump in Lena’s throat that she couldn’t entirely explain.

It wasn’t gratitude.

It was just that she had never imagined that someone else would offer to do this just to spare her from being the one who had to kill him. Lex was her brother. Her problem. Her responsibility. It was a burden she had borne for years without any expectation of relief.

Not that she intended to lay it down now.

But even so…

She sighed, hearing the whoosh of her breath crackle through the speaker and across the miles that separated them to reach Alex’s ear, a wordless acknowledgement of an offer she couldn’t bring herself to say thank you for right now.

‘I assume this is the part where you ask me to help you find a way to get Supergirl back?’

‘Honestly? Yeah, we could really use your help. You know how Lex operates better than any of us, and you are mind blowingly good at off the cuff inventions for things no one else would even consider possible. I would love to have you on this. But that’s not why I called you, and if you decide that the way you feel about Kara and the rest of the DEO means you can’t or won’t do that I will understand. You have already done more for her than we had any right to expect’.

If Alex had tried to persuade her to help Lena would have been able to dig her heels in and refuse, and wouldn’t even have felt bad about it. It was true. She had already saved Kara, and there was no immediate risk to her life or to anyone else’s. She did not have to do this.

But somehow, when it became a genuine choice that she could say no to without consequence, Lena found herself unable to do so. She wondered fleetingly whether Alex knew that, and was trying to reverse psychology her into helping them with Supergirl, but she didn’t think so. Alex was a good Director and a genius in her own right in her field of bio engineering, but, as demonstrated by what had happened in the bunker, subtlety was not her forte. If she had called Lena with the goal of getting her to help undo Lex’s meddling, she would have asked outright.

Besides, this wasn’t just about Kara and whether or not she would get to be Super again one day. As the increasingly hysterical news articles about the disappearance of Supergirl proved, the entire city had become so reliant on her to save them that they didn’t know how to function without her, and innocent people were eventually going to die because of that.

‘I’ll help’.

‘Seriously? Lena, thank you. It’s really good to have you back on the team’.

‘Let me be clear here Alex. I will help Kara get her memories of Supergirl back, but that’s it. We are not friends, and this doesn’t changed what happened between us before Lex interfered’.

‘Fine, we’re not friends’.

Lena could almost hear the exasperated eye-roll taking place at the other end of the line, but she ignored the tone and took Alex at her word.

‘Good, just so long as we’re clear. Now, fill me in on where you are with Kara’s case and I’ll get started’.

‘That might take a while, and I need to finish the rest of the tests and collate the results first. Meet me at Al’s at 6pm tomorrow and we can go through it then. I feel like we’re going to need a drink for this’.

[hoursofreading]

Olga had an important message about charisma. In our pursuit of charismatic AI, we must avoid dark patterns. Dark patterns are manipulative design tactics that steer people toward decisions they wouldn’t normally make, and these patterns often resemble charisma. A chatbot using dark patterns might mimic your mannerisms to gain your trust. It might lead you to believe it is a real person. It might have enough data on you to flirt with lethal precision, and then, just after delivering a dopamine hit, ask you to provide a credit card to continue. Better not do any of that, said Olga. Next up was a man from a company called Journey. I did some light research on my phone. Journey’s past projects included Walmart Land, a virtual music festival in the Roblox metaverse meant to “engage the next generation of Walmart fans,” and promotional concept videos for NEOM, the $500 billion megacity that is the pet project of Saudi Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman, which will allegedly include a floating industrial city, a luxury island for the yachting class, and a continuous, one-hundred-mile-long, mirror-clad structure called the Line that will bisect a desert tract the size of Massachusetts, a tract that is the ancestral land of the Huwaitat tribe, of whom some twenty thousand members have already been evicted, among them three activists who, for their noncompliance, have been sentenced to death. The man from Journey showed us how generative AI could expedite product design. He took us through a branding exercise for a hypothetical breakfast cereal. His ChatGPT-powered tool came up with the packaging: a cardboard obelisk, four times as tall as it was wide, with a picture of what might have been a passion fruit tumbling down a cascade of liquid. If I had to guess what was in such a box, I would guess printer cartridges or chardonnay. The AI had also written some copy. “Are you tired of starting your day with a bland and boring breakfast? Look no further than PureCrunch Naturals.” With a few more clicks, the man showed how the right combination of generative AI tools can, like a fungus, spawn infinite assets: long-form articles, video spots, and social media posts, all translated into multiple languages. “We are moving,” he said, “into a hyperabundance decade.”

An Age of Hyperabundance | Issue 47 | n+1 | Laura Preston

[thedansemacabres]

Hello! As one Hellenic Polytheist to another, and since you have such a huge knowledge of wine and wine making, I was curious if you have any good wine suggestions that might also be good offerings? Unfortunately, do to medical reasons, I can't drink alcohol but I'd like to find some wines that I could use as offerings to Apollo and Ares. I'm sure they wouldn't fault me for grabbing any wine from the grocer, considering I cant actually drink it to see if it tastes any good, but if you have any suggestions I'd love to hear. Thank you and hope you're having a good day :D

Of course! I actually have many thoughts on this, so I'll provide a quick brief on wine in grocery stores:

Grocery store wine tends to be a nightmare to winemakers. The common person does not know what wines they want to purchase, or good wines to buy, and there's a large state of confusion--it does not help that grocery stores throw wines on a self without worry. I'll see Italian wine next to Spanish with completely different histories and flavour profiles, and the history behind it will not be explained. Especially when a Spanish cooking wine is put next to Prosecco... which is why so many winemakers are putting attention into modern, cute, and pretty labels. People buy labels most often instead of decent wine.

So, grocery store wine shopping!

Personally, I avoid any bottle under 10$. This is due to labour and environmental concerns. I do not think you need a full rant on the labour issues of Blackfoot wine, but it's certainly a topic.

Then, what to buy? I associate Ares with full, harsh reds (or even a nice rose...), and Apollon I believe is both a red, rose, and white wine sort. As a general rule, affordable and drinkable (usually food) wine tends to be Italian (DOCG - Denominazione di Origine Controllata e Garantita): Italian for “Controlled and Guaranteed Denomination of Origin” means that it was made under certain quality control constrictions. Besides, a 10$ Chianti is a perfect offering. The quality system on wine labels goes far beyond DOCG, but that's a different post or if anyone asks.

For Ares, I would recommend any wine that states itself as "tannic" "bold" "courageous" etc., and grapes like Cabernet Franc are famous for this. A Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon has similar traits, but it tends to be expensive. If the bottle is blue/green, that means the wine is meant to age, and bolder reds tend to do so. I also think he is definitely a rose guy, so I would gravitate towards rose that calls itself "floral" "light" "refreshing" "breezy" etc., especially one of my favourite grapes, Black Muscat. Chambourcin is also a great grape for him--the floral nature and dark purple hue is beautiful.

Apollon - I would gravitate towards more yellow/gold whites, such as an older Chardonnay or Orange (skin contact white wine) wines. I personally associate him with Traminette, though that one can be rare to find. These tend to be expensive, but noble rot wines I believe fit (often called botrytis wines, but these tend to be more expensive) or straw wines--wines made by grapes shrivelled in the sunlight--which will require some research to find if it's a straw wine if not directly stated. Straw wines are sweet wines, so let's go into that.

Sweet wines will be more "accurate" to the ancient world if you care for that. Sweet wines have hundreds of names depending on region, so here's a tldr;

French wine - demi-sec and above is sweet, especially doux.

Italian - completely opposite of French wine, it's extra-sec (off-sweet), sec (sweet), demi-sec (very sweet), and dolce (syrup sweet)

German - Germany has a whole different approach to sweet wines, with sweetness being a mark of quality; trocken, halbtrocken (half-dry), feinherb (off-dry), lieblich (semi-sweet), and suß (sweet.)

Or the bottle just says "sweet" or "residual sugar" level. This is the easiest.

I hope this helps and may you enjoy offering wines to the theoi!

[hostilemuppet]

Ngl I forgot about Rosé for a minute. Just for a minute tho. I remember what she did. Also I just realized that the reason Angelina & her’s child looks kind of like a dragonfruit is because of her hairshape 😭 (1/2)

as much as id love to take credit for the "rose bud" + "ripening fruit growing into its own" symbolism, that was all unintentional 😭

my choice for theming pitaya over... pitayas, was because they are a pink fruit (although a bit more reddy-pink than pitayas (character) magenta), and naming/theming a troll over a food is very easy to make a coherent design while still feeling troll-y, to the point i have to stop myself from naming every troll oc after some sort of food! (also i like drawing food and drinks, especially desserts and ones with fun colours. sue me 🙄) "pitaya" sounds more like a name than "dragon fruit", so i went with pitaya. making pitaya is also how i found out that pitaya and dragon fruits are just two genus of the same fruit, and not completely separate as i had (somehow) been under the impression of beforehand. every days a school day! pitaya has green accents in her design, again because of real life pitayas/dragon fruits, but also because two of her grandparents ALSO have green in their designs

(although as it is i think chardonnay looks too much like guy diamond, and since there is ZERO relation thats a really bad thing so im gonna give her a fresher coat of paint eventually. the green was supposed to represent the grapes, but "white+grey+green" is kind of guy diamonds exact colour scheme. maybe more of a golden colour for the wine itself?), so its a recessive trait, kind of like curly hair (related: i kind of regret not giving pitaya textured hair like angie, i think shed look adorable with it, but i went with a more leaf-esque super stylised hairstyle. maybe when shes older she can get a less leafy hairstyle? but that might also imply she was straightening her hair as a toddler and thats so sad 😭 neither gia or angie would do that to her. hair CAN get curlier as you age if you have both curly and straight hair genes (which pitaya has) but id worry about it implying the worst...)

(ignore how she has no glitter in the reference image, that is the doll i use for colourpicking her palette and i havent drawn her a lot recently 😬)

with rosé, theres even less symbolism there. rosé is not based off the flower at all, and in fact the reason i really tried to name her something OTHER than "rosé" was bc it just looks like shes named after the flower, and theres already several trolls in various official trolls instalments named rose! (maybe i could have gone with rosado or rosato and made her hispanic or italian... live and learn! i like having the é anyway, theres not a lot of characters whos names have accents, its one of the reasons i really liked lírio d'água's new name!)

(rose from crazy party forest (rip) and rose from trollstopia)

rosé is specifically rosé, named after the wine, bc shes introduced as a teenager so it makes you think of underage drinking which fits with her delinquent attitude, but rosé specifically being a nice wine still communicates her being a rich kid in a fancy school, especially with her being a sparkling wine (glitter troll). she has nothing to do with flowers at all, if her hair resembles a rose bud its completely coincidental: it is the typical troll silhouette but messier with a lot more strays and flyaways to show her rebellious attitude, and a little curl in the fringe for cuteness (+ to make the hairline more interesting. love a good fringe). but it representing her never getting her shit together and growing up IS good... however, no spoilers, but there is a point where she gets her shit together and... well, she doesnt grow up, per se, she remains a maladjusted womanchild forever, but shes one capable of taking responsibility for her actions. for better or for worse!

[seokgyuu]

MENU - TODAY'S SPECIAL

Lee Sangyeon...........................................................………. $27 With his origins in the Korea of 1996, Lee Sangyeon is a real classic best enjoyed with a glass of sweet Chardonnay. His strong taste can be overwhelming but you will soon learn to appreciate it.

Jacob Bae........................................................................... $26 Canadian supreme, the sweet taste of this special will melt right on your tongue and longing for more. With it's hints of maple and strawberry it fits perfectly with freshly brewed coffee.

currently in the works: lord, have mercy! ✧ being a priest's son, jacob is anything but experienced when it comes to intimacy. when you meet him at a wedding, you make it your goal to change that. ✧ jacob x gn!reader / strangers to fwb to lovers, religious guilt, smut. (18+)

Kim Younghoon.....................................................………. $26 A hearty meal originating in the Seoul of 1997, Kim Younghoon is perfect for a filling lunch or dinner. Some people even swear by him as a splendid experience for breakfast. Served with a sunny side up and an iced americano this might even be true.

Lee Jaehyun.........................................................………….. $26 Easy to enjoy, Lee Jaehyun (also known as Hyunjae) comes with many health benefits. He is rich in vitamins and sweet at the same time. Enjoy it with a soft drink of your choice on a hot summer day for full effect.

Lee Juyeon..........................................................…………... $25 A spicy dish that could easily burn you if you don't watch out. Best served with a glass of milk or yakult.

Kevin Moon...........................................................………….. $25 Recently revamped, this small meal has become a bigger one. We added a new side dish of honey glazed cottage cheese, this in 1998 first served dish is something to enjoy with a glass of our best Merlot.

Choi Chanhee.........................................................………... $25 The sweetest treat on this menu! With style and an artistic twist, this sweet treat will make you crave for more. Pair it with our signature hot chocolate for the full experience!

Ji Changmin............................................................……….. $25 What might look like straight out of a horror movie is actually just our very own Ji Changmin dish containing a very medium rare steak and beetroot drenched fries. It tastes especially good with a glass of our Malbec.

Ju Haknyeon..........................................................………... $24 With his exceptional taste, Ju Haknyeon has everyone who tastes him asking for more. As one of our most beloved dishes, the slightly sour but addictive taste of lemon mixed with the sweetness of plum, it has revolutionized our menu.

Kim Sunwoo............................................................……….. $23 Kim Sunwoo is famous for luring our fine dining guests into his colourful and appealing appearance. Filled with fruits, our Kim Sunwoo is one of the sweetest treats on the menu, but if you feel up for it you could also try his spicy version spiked with ginger.

Sohn Youngjae........................................................……..... $23 A wild mix of vegetables and beef, Sohn Youngjae has an exquisit taste that is almost for everyone. The rich spices of Korea mixed with the welcome and basic American style kitchen make this dish well rounded.