#inspired by Olivia Rodrigo

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Bad Idea, Right? - Part 5

Eris x Reader/Azriel’s Daughter

Azriel has a heart-to-heart with Y/N. Eris gets the cold shoulder. After a night out, Y/N learns that Eris has yet another secret.

Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

Warnings: alcohol, language, sexual content

A soft rap at the door brought me to consciousness. Slowly I sat up, rubbing my palms over bleary eyes in an effort to wipe the heavy weight of sleep from them.

Azalea must have snuck out of bed at some point early in the morning. I huffed a laugh at the kid clearly valuing sleep as little as privacy.

“Come in.” My groggy voice rasped, barely more than a whisper.

A pause and then the door slowly opened. I knew this was inevitable but gods, first thing in the morning?

“Hey…” my father said, quietly padding in with a tray in his hands.

“Hey...”

With a shrug of his shoulders he gestured the tray toward me “I, um- I brought food.”

at least the awkwardness was mutual.

A half smile crossed my lips. “I see that.”

Sitting the tray down next to me, he looked down at the edge of the bed, “May I?”

Best get it over with, I suppose.

“Sure.”

He sat, situating his wings so that they wouldn’t knock over the tray. “I know chocolate croissants are your favorite. Your mom offered to make them but I know how much you love the ones from that bakery down by the Sidra so….”

“Thanks, dad.” Avoiding eye contact, I stared at the pastries before me.

We sat in silence for a moment, my eyes finally meeting his. “Want to share one with me?”

Relief crossed his features at the invitation. “That would be great. If you don’t mind.”

I rolled my eyes. “When have we not shared our croissants with eachother? Besides, I see you included two tea cups - or were you expecting me to dual-fist them? I typically reserve that for shots.”

He chuckled. “You used to have tea parties with your toy pegasus, you know. Your shadows would lift the tea cup and pastries to its mouth. That extra cup could have been for anyone.”

“Oh gods. How embarrassing.”

He stared off for a minute, a flash of longing overtaking his features before returning back to the croissants. “Not at all. Your imagination, Y/N, you’ve always known how to sprinkle joy into life. The bond you created with your shadows at such a young age is nothing to be embarrassed of. It’s so different than when I-“

His voice cut out, those damned memories too painful to verbalize.

I extended my hand, resting it atop one of his scarred hands. “I know. I hate them for what they did to you.”

“I don’t need you to hate them for me, love. I just love you and, selfishly, hope that a little bit of that joy was sparked by the environment you grew up in.”

“Are you fishing for a compliment, father?”

His lips quirked as he gestured toward himself. “Me? Never.” he mocked.

I squeezed his hand lightly. “I love you, dad.”

We ate our croissants in companionable silence. Once finished, he paused, taking a breath as if to brace himself.

Aaaand here we go

“So, you and Eris Vanserra?”

“Ugh.. do we have to do this?”

“Can’t we talk about it a little bit? I just want to know that you’re okay.”

Dramatically, I grabbed my pillow and let out an exasperated scream into it.

“I promise this is as uncomfortable for me as it is for you.”

“I really don’t want to discuss it.”

“Please, Y/N, don’t shut me out. You don’t have to give me details, I don’t think I can stomach details anyway. Just, please tell me you’re okay. That you’re safe and comfortable in his care?”

“I care for myself dad. I’m an adult female completely capable of making my own decisions. This was MY choice. He has never pressured me into anything that I am not comfortable with. Consent is very important to him.”

He sat contemplatively for a moment. He was carefully toeing a line that he didn’t wish to trip up.

Running a hand along the back of his neck with a wary expression. “As long as you are safe and happy. That’s all I can ask.”

“Happy.” I scoffed to myself.

Agitation immediately shifted my father’s expression “You’re not happy?”

“I’m fine dad. But, don’t expect him to come to family dinner anytime soon. I’m not sure that I’m going to pursue things further with him.”

“What happened?”

I looked to the side in an attempt to hide the hurt in my expression. “Nothing.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Sensing the finality of my statement, he sighed. “Okay. If you change your mind, just let me know.”

He stood up, kissing my forehead as he picked up the tray, placing the remaining tea on the side table. “Please talk to your mother about her vision. She’s worried about you too but isn’t as… persistent as I can be.”

“Spymaster, indeed. Speaking of - tell the sneak she can come in.”

“Wh-“ he began, clipping the question as he opened the door to find my sister’s ear pressed up to the other side.

“Azzy, we talked about this.” he chastised.

“I was just listening to see when I could come in! You said it’s rude to interrupt conversations.”

“Touché.” he called over his shoulder as he walked down the hall.

Azalea’s little feet padded over. “Are you okay sissy?”

“Yeah, Azzy. I’ll be fine. Want to have a tea party?” Her face lit up with joy at the question, little wings twitching in excitement.

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That evening I was reading a particularly salacious smutty novel and - as if he had a sense for such things - as my fingers dipped below the band of my silken shorts a note appeared on my night stand.

“I’m lonely without my favorite little Shadowsinger spread out on my bed.”

“I’m sure you are.” I muttered to myself, eyes rolling impossibly far back into my head. I chucked his note into the fireplace and did not deign to respond.

Two hours later another note appeared.

“Don’t be shy - come spend the night.”

“Awww. I’m sure your hand can keep you company. Get fucked, Eris.”

“Are you offering, little one?”

Why’d he have to fuck up our perfectly suitable arrangement with his scheming? Truly there was nothing more I wanted than to go bask in the warmth of his bed while he worshipped me from head to toe but…

Ugh. Once again, another note lost to the fireplace. Let the conniving prick stew on his choices. He’d eventually get the message whether I wrote to him or not. He can keep his secrets just as I can keep my hands and mouth among other assets to myself.

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Two days and five flirtatious unanswered notes later, I needed to get out of the house. Considering I was pissed at my obvious choice for release, I had to seek an alternative source of entertainment.

Unfortunately, Nyx was out of town “on emissary business” aka “fucking around in the Spring Court.” but at least Adish was available for a visit to Velaris. He winnowed in from Day bringing a gorgeous female with bronzed skin, braided black hair, and golden-brown eyes. A male with dark skin and braids accompanied them, his eyes appearing even more golden than the former, and muscles that could have been handcrafted by the gods. Damn. I had heard of these two, two of Adish’s close friends in his court, but he’d certainly undersold their beauty. Rhys must have approved them for a visit to Velaris with Adish. Luckily for me - I was suddenly available to mingle.

“Y/N” Adish introduced the female first, “This is Hemera, Hem for short.” The female held her chin high before giving a warm, confident nod of greeting. Gesturing toward the equally beautiful male, Adish continued, “This is Apollo - who is rivaled only by Helion in his reputation with the ladies and males of the Day Court.” The tall, broad male only grinned - a beautiful, devious thing - in return. Oh, he was well aware of the amount of eyes lingering on him in this establishment. I couldn’t blame them. Hell, I was one of them.

The night included many shots, mostly compliments of those hoping to garner the attention of Hem and Apollo. And maybe it was the liquor talking but Apollo only seemed to have his eyes on me. After several “accidental” brushes of our hands and thighs - I garnered up the nerve to pull Apollo out onto the dance floor, with Hemera and Adish closely behind.

The dance floor was a blur of colors and bodies and music and motion. My backside pressed tightly against Apollo as his considerably large hands gripped my waist. And unless he had snuck a large dagger onto the dance floor with him, something as hard as steel was pressed against my back.

Damn, those hands correlated quite nicely if my drunken assessment was to be relied upon.

Turning to face him I was greeted by his gorgeous smile and pupils blown wide with lust. The very evident scent of arousal flooding my nostrils. He wanted me, bad. And I just so happened to feel particularly uncommitted at this point in time.

We swayed against eachother for a while longer before Apollo tilted his head in silent question toward a dimly lit corner of the bar, a corner I knew quite well from past endeavors. I only smirked in return as he took my hand and led me over.

Nobody could see us as my shadows shrouded us effectively blocking any view that the darkened corner hadn’t already obstructed. His mouth was on mine in an instant. My hands roamed his broad chest as one of his hand found the curve of my ass and another caressed my jaw. I opened my mouth, allowing access. He was so fucking attractive. My body practically screamed for more but something in my chest pulled as a pang of emptiness tore through me. Fuck it felt so-

So…

Wrong.

“Wait.” I pulled away.

Apollo instantly pulled back staring at me in question.

“I’m sorry, I can’t…”

Disappointment briefly flashed over his features before he gave me a sad, knowing look. “Adish warned me before coming here that you might be otherwise engaged - but when I saw you. Can you blame me? I’m sure you’ve seen yourself in a mirror. Please accept my apologies for taking it too far.”

Relief flooded over me. I owed this man nothing, but his understanding was reassuring. “I appreciate it and I’m sure you’ve seen yourself in the mirror as well. Can you blame me for falling into temptation? You have nothing to apologize for considering I was rather eager to sneak off with you.”

He only extended an arm, “Come on, let’s get back to our friends.”

We headed to the dance floor but that damned pang jolted through me again. Was it guilt? Fuck, I couldn’t feel guilty. Eris and I were not committed and he certainly didn’t deserve my guilt after keeping secrets from me.

The only logical solution to numbing this foreign feeling was-

“Another round of shots!” Hem called out, walking up beside me. She nudged me playfully, “You look like you could use one my friend.”

I fluttered my eyelashes toward the gorgeous female. “We’ve only known eachother a few hours and you get me! You really get me.”

The shots appeared before us and we cheers’d eachother before throwing them back. The rest of the night filled with dancing and more shots, until Adish proclaimed he was going back to the inn he was staying at.

“Why not just stay at Nyx’s place? He’s out of town.”

A gleam shone in his eyes that only meant trouble. “I don’t think Nyx would appreciate the activities that would be taking place tonight in his bed, among other surfaces.”

I looked behind him to see Hem and Apollo staring hungrily toward him.

Oh.

Oh!

“We’d offer an invitation but you seem to be missing a certain Uncle of mine too much to partake.”

“I refuse to respond to such nonsense. Regardless, you feel too much like family at this point. Which, gross, don’t read into that - but I’m going home. Thanks for coming out to cheer me up tonight.” I kissed my friend on the cheek before exclaiming loudly enough for his companions to hear. “As your High Lord himself would say: Don’t do anything Helion wouldn’t do!”

——————

Typically I would winnow home but alcohol and winnowing are not my specialty. I’ve ended up in too many wrong places over the years and had far too many shots tonight to even consider.

My body was overheated from the liquor and dancing and my heart still kept getting hit with waves of…. Ugh, feelings.

Like a raving lunatic, I strolled alongside the Sidra. Cursing Eris, bargains, feelings, great sex, and everything else that came to mind. Fortunately, Velaris has a very low crime rate and I wouldn’t have to worry about anybody with ill intentions approaching the sweaty female shrouded in manic shadows, stumbling around and talking to herself.

No matter how hard I’d try, my thoughts kept circling back to him. And I must have hit the alcohol way harder than I realized as a blur of red came into view, coming closer and closer to me.

“Adish?”

“Hello, little one.”

The unmistakable seductive voice that I knew far too well caressed my senses as a warm, muscled arm wrapped around my shoulder.

“Eris.”

“It appears you’ve had a lot to drink, darling. You’re literally stumbling in the wrong direction. Let’s get you home.”

Fuck. How much did I drink?

I opened my mouth to speak but pain tore through my stomach, nausea rolling through me. It was all I could do to turn away from Eris and puke onto the street.

“I…. I need to sit for a while. I can’t go home like this.”

“Come on Shadowsinger, we’ll go back to my place then.”

“Fuck.” I muttered. My vision spinning. “I can’t make it home! Let alone” I paused as another wave tore through me. “Back to the Autumn Court.”

Eris paused for a moment, seemingly in a moment of uncertainty before releasing a long sigh.

“I know love. We’ll go back to my apartment - it’s two blocks from here. Think you can make it?”

My only response was to turn away and throw up onto the sidewalk again before blurting out:

“What the fuck?”

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[turtleducsk]

fire lord zuko and ambassador katara were spotted out on their date night(?) 🧐

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Track list for Fig and the Cig Figs independently published Junior Year album (officially named “Infaethable”)

Teenage Rebellion

Night Yorb (a heavy metal banger)

Summer Scaries

Devils Nectar

Time Quangle (a love song about Ayda)

Multiclass (Gorgug sings on this!)

The Ballad Of Lucy Frostblade (Kristen was the one who convinced Fig to write this)

So Late, So Tactical

Do You Have A Fucking Warrant

Cassandra (Can You Hear Me)

Hall Of Mirrors

President Applebees (written entirely in the night after Kristen gets elected by a drunk Fig with extremely drunk notes by Kristen)

Raging For Love (inspired by Gorgug, of course)

The Elven Oracle (Has A Day Job) (So Stop Bothering Her)

Maximum Legend

Fury Of The Ball

Cursed

Infaethable

The Bad Kids

[swflyth]

Taylor Swift

[losinngdogs]

jealousy, jealousy.

[themoonandthedogstar]

People will say they’re “free thinkers” but as soon as a woman gets hated on by a group of people they will jump on that bandwagon

[gostudyorillcomeforyou]

“You’re a woman with a brain and reasonable ability. Stop whining and find something to do”

[gojonanami]

thinking about toxic boyfriend suguru who is dating you after knowing satoru dating you and he’s so obsessed with the details of your relationship and how to be a better boyfriend than satoru ever was

[ravenspjowrites]

bad idea right

a/n: I was having a Random urge listen to Olivia Rodrigo, and finally had inspiration. Also if you see any grammar mistakes you didn’t. What’s grammar, never heard of it, and auto correct is not smart at all. Percy Jackson x reader

warning: not proof read.

You hadn’t heard from Percy all school year but now it was summer and you knew it was a bad idea because the two of you were done. You told yourself he’s only a friend, that is how you ended it after all. “We can still be friends, right?” Of corse percy had asked that, and being the person you were you said yes. There he was walking to his cabin. You couldn’t help but think he was the hottest man alive. He looked at you, wait, he looked at you and winked. “You really shouldn’t stare like that.” “I know Annabeth, but…” then you felt your phone buzzing. You looked at it to see who it was. “Ah! Um I’ll be right back.” You hurried away to answer. “Hey, percy.” “Hi y/n, you wanna get together at the lake in a minute.” “Sorry I can’t. I’m with Annabeth.” “Oh. Well you wanna come over to my place after lights out? Tonight.” You knew you shouldn’t. you were going to invite the girls over, but… “yeah I’d love to.” “Great see you later, bye” you could here the grin in his voice. “Bye” 

Time skip brought to you by Annabeth’s  lecturing and my laziness

You walked to Percy’s cabin from yours thank goodness you didn’t live in the Hermes cabin that would make getting out impossible. Oh there he was Standing there smiling waiting for you at this door with a crazy smile on his face. Your phone buzzed, and as you expected it was Annabeth texting you. “Please tell me you didn’t go” you decided to text her “I’m going to bed” you saw Percy motion for you to hurry up and walk inside leaving the door open. You quickly followed. You kept telling yourself he was only a friend, that’s all you saw him as, but you knew it was a lie. When you got in he was sitting on his bed and reached out his arms for you. You waited a minute, and there it was the baby seal eyes, the ones you couldn’t resist. When you walked over he stood up, wrapped his arms around you, rested his head on your shoulders, and whispered, “we should’ve stayed together. I don’t want to let you go.” You knew this would happen, you knew it was a bad idea, but what’s life without a few, fun, bad ideas. “Mhm” you knew Percy was smirking even though you couldn’t see his face. He wrapped his arms around you tighter, “mine”. He then caused you to fall into the bed with him, and that is where the two of you stayed for the rest of the night.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"What are you going to do?"

Remus felt guilty that because of him Grant was in this predicament. Even if he insisted it wasn't his fault.

"Don' worry, luv"

"Of course I worry, this is my fault..."

"Nah, it's not..."

Grant was smiling. How could he be smiling if Remus had tears in his eyes? Grant was not only bruised but he had lost Fen, the boys who were his family, everything. And if Remus hadn't gone to Hogwarts after Sirius, his childhood crush, like a stupid fool, Grant wouldn't have had to lie. And Fen wouldn't have been pissed. And the boys wouldn't have gotten it even on Grant.

"I would 'ave pissed Fen anyway" Grant added, reading Remus's mind "I wan'ed out a long time ago. I wan'ed be'er than stealing and selling drugs"

That didn't make Remus feel better. He felt even worse. Grant had been so good with him. Remus had been caught up in teenage drama, pranks, parties and pining over Sirius. He didn't think constantly on how Grant and the others were doing. Maybe Fen was right. He had been busy playing to be a posh boy.

"You should come with me to Hogwarts" Remus begged "You can stay in my dorm..." he thought about what the other boys would say... They were friendly anyway "We can get you a job at Hogsmeade... We are friends of the owner of one of the bars, Madam Rosemerta. She's nice. You can work with her. Or in the Library, anywhere you want... There is a cool candy store, from where I buy the finest chocolate...."

Grant smirking amused.

"That sounds great, luv" he said making Remus plan everything in his head "But I can't..." he added, popping Remus's bubble of dreams. "That's yer place and yer world... Not mine..."

Remus was taken aback.

"But..."

"I wan'yeh to finish yer last year in peace. Without distractions or taking care of me" Grant said "You're the smart boy, remember? I want'ta see yeh in a good Uni"

Remus blushed because Grant always made him feel special. Like he was destined to great things. When it was not actually the case. He was average. He did well at school but there were people that killed to be better. Like James and Lily for example.

"Where are you going to go then?"

That didn't mean that Remus wanted Grant to go. Remus was able to stand all the superficial comments of everyone at school and all the questions of teachers to keep Grant safe.

"Brighton" Grant smirked "That's where I'm from supposedly, innit?"

Remus blinked in surprise. Brighton? Remus didn't want him to leave London.

"Are you looking for your parents?"

Grant snorted "I don' think those bastards would care for me. No"

"But how are you going to get there? You don't have any money left"

Grant didn't have anything left. All his life was with the boys. But right now, Remus wanted to do was spike Grant's guns, so he would stay.

Grant shrugged "I'll figure it out, darlin'"

"I can give you the money for the bus ticket"

Remus had forgotten that Sirius was there. He had been so quiet and peaceful. Not common in Sirius. Just letting the two long time friends have a conversation.

Now both of them, turned to look at him, acknowledging his presence.

Remus was furious. They had been talking about Grant's poor conditions. How they had all shared Fen's tiny flat and they didn't have more opportunities than stealing and selling drugs. Now Sirius was giving his money away. Like the stupid brat posh he was.

"Nah, it's alright!" Grant waved off nervously, eyeing at Remus's penetrating eyes on Sirius.

"It's okay" Sirius ignored him "I reckon my Uncle left some money around this flat"

"Sirius..." Remus grunted.

"He has a safe box somewhere, maybe we can crack it open..."

Only Grant would smile in a situation like this. He was pure sunshine.

"Grant, would you give us a second?" Remus said, eyes still on Sirius.

Grant looked between the two. Then rised to his feet.

"Alright... I'll have a fag in the balcony..." he extended his hand "Luv..." Remus gave him the pack "Cheers" he sniffed before walking away, whistling happily on his way.

There was a brief silence after that. Remus wished Sirius didn't look so adorable, so beautiful, like a lost puppy without knowing what he did wrong.

Remus swallowed his desire to kiss him.

"What the fuck was that, Sirius?"

"I was just trying to help, Moony"

"By giving away your money!!"

"It's not my money, technically it's my Uncle's..."

Remus groaned. He didn't know if he loved or hated Sirius more.

"The point is that you don't get to go around offering money to people. It's offensive, you stupid posh boy!"

Sirius kept looking at him with that same innocent expression.

"He needs the money, I don't. So I don't see why I can't just give it to him" Sirius shrugged.

"You are such a twat that doesn't understand anything"

"He's your friend and I am simply trying to help him"

Remus shook his head in fury.

"It's that simple. He can leave if he wishes" Sirius carried on "But maybe you're just pissed because you want him to stay"

Remus would have loved how jealous Sirius sounded if he wasn't so pissed. Now he showed interest. When he had competition.

"He clearly wants to leave"

"And you would want him to go, wouldn't you?" Remus snapped "So you won't have competition? Let's talk about how Grant's presence makes you feel insecure, Sirius!"

When Remus got angry, he bit until he tasted blood. And now the calmed expression that Sirius had until now, was gone.

"Stop being an idiot, Remus!" Sirius spat back "It is not about that..."

"Oh really?"

"I just want to help"

"Why?"

"Because I love you and he is important to you!!" Sirius yelled.

Remus was taken aback by the use of the words 'I love you'. Sirius hadn't said them upfrontly. He had kissed him with desire. He had said he was sexy. Remus knew he cared about him as friends. There was no doubt of that. But love him? Never.

"And yes, fuck it, I am really jealous"

When Sirius pulled him for a kiss, Remus knew he was just doing all of this to mark his territory. Because Sirius didn't love him like that. He just wanted to prove that nobody would have him except for him.

And Remus kissed him back. Because he was an addict that knew his drug was bad but couldn't stop.

'Have some dignity, Remus!' A voice said in his mind. It sounded suspiciously close to Lily's for some reason.

Then he pushed Sirius away.

"You wanted to kiss me so he would see, ha?"

He gestured towards Grant who was indeed looking from the balcony amused. But when he was caught, he looked away into the street, waving awkwardly to the people passing down.

"Moony..."

Remus got up furiously before Sirius could say anything else. What a wanker! What a wanker! What a wanker!

Remus ignored Sirius as he called him again, and walked towards the terrace. Grant raised an eyebrow to him. He didn't look offended or anything. He was enjoying this too much. Remus felt pathetic.

"So... Do you really want to leave?" Remus asked. 'To leave me?' he thought.

Grant smiled with cigarette between his lips and all.

"You haff foun' where yeh belong, darlin'" Grant said flickering his eyes towards Sirius, and Remus didn't like how that sounded "I need ter find my way, don't I?"

Remus's eyes filled with tears. They used to belong together. But not anymore. It was true. Remus couldn't fit him with the rest of his Hogwarts friends. Grant would probably become friends of all of them. But there were many things they didn't share. It had been a shock for Remus. And he hadn't lived the life Grant had.

"I might let Sirius pay your ticket..." Remus said as he crossed his arms "He owes me a lot anyway..." he heard Sirius snorting in the back "But only with the condition that you'll call me all the time... And let me come and visit you"

Grant's smirk became wider. Remus wasn't surprised when he pulled him in for a tight hug.

"Of course, darlin!" Grant laughed like a little kid on Remus's ear "You'll never get rid of meh, yeah hear me?"

Remus was silently crying at this point. Because he would definitely miss this boy. So he buried his teary face on his shoulder.

He knew Sirius was looking. He didn't want to think about it.

When the two boys broke apart, Sirius was standing next to them. He didn't look jealous or possessive. Just careful. And God, why was he so freaking beautiful? And why did Remus love him so much?

"It's settled then" Remus said to break the ice, wiping his tears away "Let's break Alphard's safe box... But first, I am going to the loo"

He didn't look at Sirius, just smiled at Grant as he stepped inside.

But he stopped...

"And now that you're offering money, Sirius. Why don't you invite us breakfast? I'm bloody starving"

Remus was still acting pissed. Although Sirius was smiling. What a prick!

Remus was walking to the loo, when he heard Grant laughing. So he stopped to listen more.

"Little Rem is really pissed at yeh, ain't he?"

"I know" Sirius sounded so formal next to Grant. "He's been like that lately"

"But he's properly in luv wiff yeh, yeah? He's always been" Grant sniffed, but Remus could hear the smile on his voice.

Sirius took a bit longer to answer.

"I love him as well" he said "Of course I do"

Remus wished he would explain in which way.

"Now I'll have to tell yeh that if you'll ever hurt my little Rem, I'll have to find you and punch yer pretty face, mate!"

Remus smiled because he knew Sirius was blushing.

"I won't. I promise"

Grant tutted "Good!" he said "And thanks for the money, by the way"

"My Uncle Alphard would have loved to give his money to a queer boy. He did that on life anyway"

Remus rolled his eyes. Sirius thought he was so clever, didn't he?

Probably Sirius didn't expect Grant to laugh like he did.

"Yer funny, not jus' a pretty posh boy"

Oh Jesus, was Grant low key flirting with Sirius? He would've paid to see Sirius’s face now.

"And you're cool, not just a street junkie"

Grant laughed even louder. Remus even heard Sirius giggling, so he smiled. He figured he could leave them alone for a bit.

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All American Bitch / Alex Keller

my submission for @glitterypirateduck ‘s Alex Keller Challenge, with the prompts I don’t care what they say, you can do better than that, are you flirting or starting a fight, and is this what you wanted

wc 1260 / pairing alex keller x f!reader / warnings swearing, suggestive content but nothing graphic / reader's digression advised

summary after being snubbed countless times by your supervisor, alex decides to help you alleviate your rage.

notes yes the title and fic are inspired by the olivia rodrigo song. alex refers to reader as boss but she's not his boss. he still works with the CIA in this fic and i have no idea how the CIA works, so, inaccuracies. also, i wrote this on my phone while i had nothing to do at work, so it’s not edited.

It had been a long day, nauseatingly long as you finally managed to escape meeting after meeting, brutal briefings and overall snubbing you received from your supervisor. Your case, the one you’d spent months meticulously gathering intel, fighting tooth and nail to be given the resources needed to get off the ground, had been snatched right from under you. And all in favor of your supervisor’s asshole of a son who had spent the day gloating over the fact that it was now his case, and you would have to answer to him.

You fumed with rage, having forced yourself to hold it all in, you didn’t need to be punished further. The CIA had already beat you up enough, denying you promotions and undermining your work. And were it not for Laswell convincing you to stay, and your pretty boyfriend, you tell yourself you’d leave. It was clear enough that you were replaceable, they might not say it out loud, but your employers make it known. It didn’t matter how long you’d been there or how hard you worked, it was never enough for them.

“Hey! I finally got that report you asked for, was a little difficult, had to use some of my Keller charm but I—“ Alex enters your office— the one you shared with a co-worker who never showed up but still had his job— freezing and dropping his signature grin when he spotted the hot, red anger that painted your face.

“Give the report to Aarons.” You snap back at him, a little too harshly. Quickly, you reel yourself in, apologizing profusely to Alex. Because a girl like you always had to be forgiving and kind, even if you were angry at everything around you.

“Why’d I give it to Aarons? It’s not his case, you’re the leader, he’s just a glorified desk jockey.” Your boyfriend chuckles, dropping the manilla folder down on your desk while he leans against it. “Can’t even speak Arabic, the only reason he’s got a passport is so he can vacation in the Bahamas. The hell would he do in Urzikstan?”

Alex’s points only added fuel to your growing flame, reminding you that it was by name alone at Aarons had been handed over the job. The man was inexperienced, prideful, and would throw anyone under the bus to save his own ass, and with your horrid luck, it would be you if the mission went south.

“What’s wrong, boss? Why do you look like a firecracker that can’t explode?” He sobers up, wanting to find the root of the problem, like always. You’d compared him once to a loyal golden retriever and the image stuck in your mind since. It was almost endearing how eager Alex was to help you and keep you happy.

“Aarons is in charge of the mission from now on, they didn’t even say anything to me until this morning when they announced it to the whole team. I got fucking blindsided!” You exclaim, letting the anger seep into your words before recollecting yourself. “Sorry, I’m sure you don’t want to hear my complaining.”

If anyone else heard the complaining or the loud, violent anger, you knew you’d get written up. Giving your supervisor even more of a reason to take what you’d fought for and give to his trust fund son. And that pissed you off, you couldn’t have anything anymore it seemed, you couldn’t do anything without it being seen as wrong. Even your relationship with Alex had been criticized by your employers for being unprofessional, despite how many of your other co-workers dated around the office.

“Aren’t you the one who tells me I shouldn’t be making assumptions? So how do you know I don’t want to hear it? Come on, boss. Hit me with it, give me your best shot. I can handle a bit of anger, I’ve seen worse.” The last sentence made you raise an eyebrow, coming to realize that he was purposefully riling you up. Alex wanted to get under your skin, make you kick and scream until you’d blown off enough steam.

“I’m not doing this,” You state, annoyed by his proposition. The antics he could get away with, you didn’t have the luxury of. Alex was the star operative, he could do no wrong in the eyes of your supervisors. And sometimes, it rubbed you wrong.

“Aren’t you sick of being the better man, boss? Letting them walk all over you, taking away your credit? Come on, where’s your backbone? You can do better than that.” Taking deep breaths, you try to ignore him as he starts impersonating Aarons, waiting to see how long it would take you to finally let loose and scream. Alex knows you too well, knows how you swallow back your words and attempt to stay the picture perfect operator. Knows that despite your countless attempts, they wouldn’t see how talented and wonderful you were, not like he would.

“I told you, I’m not doing this.” Still though, you held back even as your anger ebbed away at you. He shook his head, amazed by your stubbornness and moved around the desk so that he was now behind you. His large hands resting on your shoulders, messaging them and loosening your tightened muscles.

“One way or another, I’m gonna get that frustration out of you boss. You’re just gonna decide how you want it.” His voice is like honey, the warmth of his breath tickling your ear before he moves his mouth down, peppering kisses underneath the collar of your shirt, leaving small marks where no one else but him would see.

“Alex—“ You groan, knowing the problems that could arise because of his behavior. “Someone’s gonna see.”

“So? Let them, boss, I don’t care what they say. They’re jealous of you anyway, how smart you are—“ He says, sucking on your tender skin, causing you to reach up and grab onto his hair. “—How talented you are, how fucking gorgeous you look when you’re working. You make me the luckiest man in this whole goddamn place.”

His instant praises continue as he moves his hands to the hem of your shirt, squeezing and running his hands over your soft skin. You can feel the tension easing, your head spinning as he kisses along your jaw. “Feeling better yet, boss? Or do you need more?”

You bite back a moan as his hands grip at the sensitive skin, moving them up under your bra and kneading. His mouth never lets up, staying attached to your neck, alternating from biting and kissing. After you squeeze your eyes shut, you think you’re seeing stars right there in your office, and when he abruptly stops you let out an annoyed huff.

“Is this what you wanted?” You ask him, having come completely undone and turning into a panting, shivering mess. Your body aching for the warmth of his hands.

Cupping your chin, Alex makes you look up at him, his pale blue eyes gleaming along with a smirk on his face. “I don’t know. Did I instill enough confidence in you to go get what’s yours?”

“Is this an attempt at flirting with me, or getting me to start a fight with Aarons?” His smirk manages to grow bigger at your question, and he bends down pressing a kiss on your lips.

“I support women’s rights. And wrongs, boss. Give him fucking hell if you want.”

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Bad Idea, Right? - Part 6

Eris x Reader/Azriel’s Daughter

Eris and Y/N seem to have a knack for putting themselves in unsavory situations. Bonus: Eris has a flashback to the night they met.

Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

Warnings: Alcohol, Language, Attempted SA

Oh gods. I rolled over slowly only to be met with a wave of nausea and a killer headache. I blinked several times, enough to bring the bedside table into view where a glass of water and a hangover tonic awaited me - at least I had the foresight to brace myself for the impending hell that awaited me after such an intoxicating night out.

It was an effort to pull my arm out from beneath the covers of my bed - which felt so much softer and warmer than usual. I drank a few sips of water and the tonic quickly cured the unease in my stomach but the remnants of the headache still remained. My impetuous little shadows tugged at me to get out of bed but it was just so comfortable - tuning them out I yanked my comforter over my head and drifted back asleep.

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Eris

Eris started awake as Y/N roused slightly from her sleep, just enough to find the tonic he’d left on his bedside table for her. Several hours ago, he’d settled in a lounge chair on the opposite side of the bed after she’d spent an hour with her head in the commode, alternating between heaving and berating him for being a “shady motherfucker” all while he held her silken hair back and rubbed soothing circles on her back.

Once she’d completely emptied herself of both the contents of her stomach and insults, she insisted she needed to bathe herself - managing to stumble into the bath tub with her clothes still on and demand “something fried and something bubbly, good sir.”

She refused to undress so he could fill the tub, so he left her there to her own devices while he torched some breaded chicken tenderloins in the kitchen - his fire power really came in handy in times like this - where a five foot whatever heathen was demanding sustenance ASAP. “High Lord my ass.” He mumbled to himself as he carried a tray of seltzer water and her fried chicken into the bathroom… where she was sound asleep in the tub.

Good lord, what had he gotten himself into with this beautiful mess. The mother only knew.

So he’d carried her to the bed, feeling a bit sleazy for changing her out of her dress while asleep but it was either let her rest in a liquor and vomit splattered dress that did everything for her curves and absolutely nothing for comfort… or change her out of it and into one of his cotton tees. Perhaps his male ego beamed slightly at the thought of her sleeping in his shirt but he assured himself that her comfort was his top priority.

He warmed the sheets using his fire magic and tucked her in before setting out the tonic and settling in on the lounge.

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Y/N

When I reawoke, it must have been hours later. Whoever came in and opened the curtains could go to hell as the sunlight filtering in assaulted my eyes.

“Mother’s tits.” I groaned out as I stretched, careful not to turn my head too quickly in an effort of staving any sudden returns of nausea or shooting pains from the headache.

As my eyes slowly began adjusting to the damned sunlight, three things stood out. One: my shadows were swirling in front of me and intertwining with my fingers excitedly. Two: Someone was….cooking? In my bedroom. And as my vision fully cleared, three: This wasn’t my room, it was a fucking studio apartment.

“Owww.” I whined as I turned my head toward the direction of whatever greasy delight was cooking only to see red hair pulled up into a bun, a glorious muscular bare back hindered only by the tie of an apron, and delicious toned legs exposed by cloth shorts hemmed at the mid-thigh.

Mother’s tits indeed. Just when I thought the bastard couldn’t get any hotter.

An opportunist, traitor of a shadow shot away from me, caressing his arm as it handled a pan on the stove.

“Morning sunshine.” Eris purred, not even turning to look at me.

I scrunched my nose, lowering my tone into that of disgust - a futile effort to appear unphased by the sight before me “Why are you here? And where the fuck are we?”

“Always a pleasure to see you too, little one. Breakfast first?”

I desperately wanted to object but the bacon he was cooking smelled delicious and fuck if he didn’t look delicious too.

“Whatever.” I muttered, rolling my eyes at either his ability to tolerate whatever I threw at him or myself for being so internally captivated by the half-naked high lord cooking breakfast for me.

He didn’t need to turn around for me to feel the smirk forming on his lips as he began plating our food.

Breakfast was….. silent. Eris sat in a chair watching me with mischief in his eyes and I did my best to focus on the borderline ecstasy inducing combination of grease and whatever smokey, apple seasoning he’d flavored the bacon with.

After a long ‘bout of silence I finally gave in to his game. “Alright Eris,” His name rolled off my tongue like more honey and less venom than intended. “I’ll bite. Where are we anyway? And how?”

“I told you last night, little love. We’re at my apartment.”

Hazy memories rolled back just a bit. A blur of red, a steadying arm, and-

“In Velaris?”

“Is it so shocking that I invest my funds into properties. How many palacial homes do Rhysand and Feyre have now? More than three, yes?”

I crossed my arms. A bit like a petulant child, yes, but it did the trick as it shelved my breasts perfectly enough that Eris was caught off guard. Good.

I leaned forward, the gap in the neck of my - his shirt allowing a glimpse of the unclothed breasts beneath.

“Quit deflecting.” biting my lip, I leaned in a bit closer tracing a finger along his jaw, over the stubble shadowing the sharp angles of it, my palm then meeting his cheek just lightly enough to make his eyelids flutter as he leaned into it.

A fresh wave of the hangover nausea churned through my stomach causing me to tense, slightly drawing back and breaking the trance I had him in.

Eris tsk’d “Uh uh, clever girl.” His eyes darkened as that stupid, perfect sly smirk of his crossed over his features. “You won’t seduce answers from me, though I do love to see you try.” Letting out a sigh that I could have sworn was a bit condescending he continued, “Had you not ghosted me following our delightful night after Starfall, you’d have known.”

“Perhaps Eris, had you not kept information from me and threatened MY High Lord with violence over whatever you’re keeping from me then I would not have resorted to such measures.”

Eris leaned back in his chair, one leg arrogantly crossed over the other as one elbow rested on an arm of the chair and the other hand’s thumb and pointer finger rubbed curiously at his jaw.

“And how- pray tell, do you know of such violent threats? Nothing came through my end of the bargain tattoo so I know that Rhysand did not inform you.”

“No. You should be smarter, High Lord, about what you say beyond established wards. You never know what little ears may be prying.”

Realization crossed Eris’s features as he pieced together who had heard him.

“I simply stated that there would be retaliation. Your High Lord would reciprocate similarly if there were facets of my end of the bargain being broken.”

I leaned closer, inches away from Eris’ face.

“You can tell me what information is so important that a bargain is required to withhold it from me - or I can leave now.”

I could have sworn pain crossed his face briefly before he cooly said, “I’d hate to see you go, my little shadow but I always enjoy watching you leave.”

“I’m sure you do.” I stood up, swaying my hips as I walked toward the door, powering through the lingering hangover symptoms.

“Taking my shirt with you?”

“Ah, you’re right. Best to leave the dirty laundry here.”

Facing Eris and making a show of so slowly pulling the shirt up over my head, giving a perfect view of the rise and the bounce of my breasts as I tossed his shirt back to him.

“Your dress is covered in vomit and liquor.” Hand gesturing lazily toward the dress hanging over the bathroom door knob.

“Guess you’ll have to stay a while longer.

And damn my stubbornness because this was not a battle I was about to let him win.

“I’m winnowing home, Eris. Fuck the dress.”

“Wards extend to the street, sweetheart.”

I faltered but only for a moment.

I’ve never been ashamed of my body but strutting naked into the streets of Velaris wasn’t ideal.

Eh - C’est la vie

I grinned. A sharp, wicked thing.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He growled.

Was - was that jealousy? Possessiveness?

And with that, I strutted out of his apartment in only a lace thong.

“Wait!” He called but I didn’t miss a beat.

As I walked into the street, onlookers gawked but I paid no mind. “Y/N! Stop. Come back!” He yelled, grabbing my wrist right as I winnowed to the back door of my home.

“What the fuck was that?” Eris growled, voice low with anger and something else.

I turned to face him as he slung a jacket he’d grabbed on his way out over my shoulders, barely hiding my ass and doing nothing to cover my tits but it’s the thought that counts I suppose.

Had I not still been a bit inebriated from the prior night perhaps I would have remembered I had shadows at my disposal to give at least the illusion of modesty but -

I sobered up quickly as my father stepped out of the door in his leathers - likely headed to meet Uncle Cass before heading to Windhaven - only to be greeted by his mostly naked daughter and half-naked High Lord of the Autumn Court.

Icy rage and total discomfort crossed his features, his shadows shooting out to cover me.

The war of emotions was palpable as he clenched his fists, siphons glowing, eyes shooting daggers straight through Eris.

Eris tensed before dropping his typical arrogant bastard mask into place. “Greetings Spymaster.” An arrogant smirk plastered onto his face.

Father’s jaw clenched and his fists fought a battle of wills as if he’d beat Eris to a pulp right then and there. Finally he managed to ground out, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

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Eris flashback

The prior night

Y/N let out a rather loud snore in her drunken slumber, stirring him from the sleep he’d just begun drifting off to. Her hair had fallen over her face and he couldn’t resist leaning forward and gently tucking it behind her ear.

“Mm, Eris” she whispered in her sleep followed by the slightest upward twitch of her lips.

Fuck - it was so hard sometimes. He wasn’t a perfect male but he did his best to do right by those he cared about.

Sometimes he had to distance himself from her to prevent himself from laying it all bare - tell her everything instead of letting her believe him to be the “sneaky motherfucker”. She was so young, sure in fae society five years, fifty years, five-hundred years age difference, nobody batted an eye but he’d lived so much life compared to her less than thirty.

Amusement and longing rang through him as he took care of her intoxicated ass tonight, reminding him of the night out that brought them together in the first place.

Lucien and Vassa were busy in the Day Court and Adish was going out with a couple of friends - visiting a new tavern in a recently modernized town in the northeastern territory of the Autumn Court. The town itself was safe but there were still the ocasional ruffians passing through. Lucien had requested that Eris send eyes out to ensure their protection. Something urged him to just go himself and damn, he’d never stop being grateful that he did.

The evening itself was boring. Mostly high fae but even lesser fae who had become adjusted to the “new era” ushered in with his reign came out to the tavern. There were harsh punishments for unjust violence within the Autumn Court now. Still, there was so much change needed but it would come in time. His people were rather set in their ways but a new justice system was starting to usher in change.

He nursed a beer in a corner booth, catching the eyes of plenty of fae nearby but managing to avoid the attention of Adish and his crew - which included Nyx Archeron and the little Shadowsinger who he’d heard was quickly rising in their ranks.

Nyx and Adish had both wandered off with a couple of gorgeous females with the classic red hair of his Court along with interestingly enough, Tamlin’s daughter. Layla - if he recalled correctly.

Interesting.

His attention caught as he noticed two brutes who were definitely not from here vying for the little Shadowsinger’s attention. He chuckled to himself as she waived them off, turning back to a group of females she’d stumbled out of the bathroom with. She danced without a care, holding one hand in the air as her shadows steadied her wrist in an effort to prevent spillage.

He’d give it to Rhysand’s Shadowsinger and the Archeron sister who nearly broke his brother’s heart, they passed down all of their best genetics to the stunning female on the dance floor.

The males continued irritating her, going so far as to cut her off from the group by dancing their way between them. She kept dancing but he could have sworn she was letting them cut her off, despite the obvious malicious intentions the males had for her. As they backed her to a quieter portion of the dance floor the larger male grabbed her wrist, tugging her towards the door. She shook her head no but he kept pulling as the other male corralled her from behind. Eventually she waived off the grip on her wrist and walked out with them.

Fuck. He really had no interest in lighting anybody’s asses up tonight but someone had to get the trash out of his court. And despite the fact that he and Azriel were never the best of friends, his daughter deserved more than to be ignored due to their indifferences.

So he sighed, exited out the front door and strode toward the alleyway the other entrance had led to. As he rounded the corner, he came to a halt, lurking in the shadows and taking in a sight that he hadn’t anticipated.

The Shadowsinger sat unbothered on top of a barrel with an elbow on the knee that crossed over her opposite leg. Her face filled with complete and utter boredom as she rolled her eyes at the males bound in shadow before her.

“You couldn’t have just let me be, huh boys? I was having fun with the girls in there too.

I suppose I should thank you though. After all, you won me my next three rounds of drinks. You see, the girls and I had a bet on how quickly you’d give in to your sleazy nature.

One of them bet two hours, another an hour, and me? I know a pig when I see one. Less than thirty minutes from the first time you hit on me and, well, here we are boys.”

The males couldn’t speak through the gags her shadows had placed on their mouths but the rage was apparent in their squeals.

“Anyway, since you were so desperate to find release tonight, I’ve decided to help… remedy the situation.”

With a snap of the wrist and the exception of their underwear, their clothes disappeared while the shadows binds remained in place.

She gave them each a once over and a disapproving laugh, withdrawing the shadows that were gagging them.

“Alright boys, I’ve so generously removed your gags as a thank you for helping me win my bet. You may kiss eachother now.”

The males gaped. The burlier of the two seemed to lack the understanding of the fact that he was at the disadvantage in this situation. “You little whor-“

“Uh uh.” She wagged her finger. Shadows aiming at him like daggers. “That’s no way to speak to a lady. Not that it seems anyone ever taught you manners. Pity.”

The males were visually appalled. Glancing back and forth between her and eachother as if saying “what now?”

Both males fought the restraints to no avail as the little Shadowsinger grinned with amusement at the predicament she’d put them in.

“Honestly, I should just have my shadows castrate you. Would that be more appealing? You two seemed perfectly inclined to share me, what’s a kiss between friends?”

“Please. Sorry - just let us go.” The smaller of the two pleaded.

“Once you kiss - perhaps I’ll consider. Best do it soon though, I’d hate for the little situations beneath your underwear to be revealed to the patrons of this lovely establishment when my friends come looking for me.”

The males glanced once more at eachother, leaning closely in, still hesitating but resigning themselves to their fate.

When their lips were mere centimeters apart, she held up a hand. “Ah- just a moment, boys. We have company.”

Eris started at the comment. Looking down he found a shadow winding around his ankle - was he imagining things or was it almost playful?

“High Lord.” She mused. “How do you dispose of the trash in your court?”

Mask in place, he casually stepped out of the shadows with his hands in his pockets and a devilish grin on his face.

Her gaze fixed on him. Her beauty even more striking up close, and her scent - utterly mouth watering. And when his eyes met hers

Snap.

He knew then and there that he was wholehearted and irrevocably hers for the rest of his days.

He’d wait another 500 for it to snap for her too if he had to.

She was his mate. His.

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A/N: Sorry (kind of) for always leaving you all on chaotic little cliffhangers. I hope the flashback made up for the torture at least a little bit!! 😏

Tags: @b0xerdancer @myheartfollower @ang-taylorsversion @acotarobsessed @uniquecolorwizard @justasillylittlegoofyguy @thelov3lybookworm @starryhiraeth @5moremin

[maxybabyy]

Can you please do female lando norris please. She must have big tits and big ass.lando will be with Oscar.Bottom Lando

Sex infront of everyone without shame

hi friend! thank you for the prompt. i don't know if it was actually meant for me, but here is my interpretation of it 🫣

They talk about it first. The farm, where Lando wants it to be. The boundaries they both have, what she wants out of it – why she finds it so hot. To his credit, Oscar only asks, “Daniel will be fine with this, you reckon?”

Lando nods and crawls into his lap to kiss him, dizzy with how much she wants it.

Doesn’t tell him how they’ve already done it; Danny and her, Carlos, and Lewis back before he and Max had drifted apart. Only Lando won’t be there to watch. Won’t be sitting on her hands, frustrated with desire, desperate as she watched Max get fucked. Now, it will be her turn.

Before, Lando had thought about inviting Carlos, in the abstract way she’s been thinking about it: Carlos watching her while Oscar fucked her, imagining the look on his face, how he would stare at her ass, her boobs. Think about, maybe, how she was the one that got away.

But it wouldn’t be fair to Oscar. So they keep it instead to Danny and the rookies.

It’s fine, less than she had expected, maybe, but it will be fun. Good. She will be the only podium sitter this season too, and isn’t that worth just as much?

Daniel offers to cook, so they show up a little earlier, handing over the wine Oscar’s mum had recommended. Logan sits across from her at the table and doesn’t look her in the eyes, face red with a permanent flush. He doesn’t look at the dip of her shirt either and for a moment, Lando thinks about telling him to leave.

Oscar touches her thigh with a warm hand, brushes the edge of her dress until the strain in her shoulders releases. The buzz of the wine kicking in.

She’s halfway through a second glass, left alone with Logan being a fucking muppet about the car issues in Melbourne, when she follows the others to the door.

“Oscar?” She says, nudging him to the side to see – “Max, what are you doing here?”

Max turns so she’s looking right at Lando, lips stretched into an easy smile. “Lando. It’s so nice to see you also, have you been here before?” She slips from Daniel’s arms and leans in to kiss her on the cheek – once, twice, like she’s fucking Charles – and teases the edge of her skirt. “You of course look very lovely.”

Lando doesn’t reply, looks instead at Liam who looks at Max still. So fucking in love with her she probably couldn’t wait to let it slip.

“Hey, I’m gonna show Max around the farm, yeah?” Daniel says and pulls Max down one of the dirt paths. She watches Max stumble after him, hands already in the air as she tells him about her thoughts, changing the gears of her imaginary bike.

She thinks, wildly, about calling it off. Postpone or start anew. Tell Oscar she has cold feet, and that they should try again some other time. With Max F instead. George, maybe. Friends she knows will enjoy it. Enjoy her. She doesn’t, obviously, and reaches for Oscar’s hand until he kisses her. The even-keel to the tumultuous storm that rages inside her.

“Okay, Lando?” He asks her, voice tender, and for a second, she hates him too.

For now, she smiles at him, nods.

She makes Oscar fuck her on Daniel’s sofa.

She’s been thinking about it for a while, how she wanted it to be. If Danny would mind them fucking in his bedroom, if he would make them use the guest room instead. But this, she thinks, is better. The thought of her naked on his sofa as he watches telly by himself.

The sex itself is – mid, probably.

Oscar sweats a lot, always does. But like this, on Daniel’s fancy leather sofa, he’s downright slippery. His knee sliding to the side the moment he builds up a decent rhythm. “Fuck, sorry Lands,” he says and pulls out to reset, knees back in the middle. Dick only half as hard as usual.

“Probably you should just lay down,” Max says close to her head. “Always this leather is bad for fucking. Daniel knows this of course, but he doesn’t care. Now, he is better but only by so much.”

Daniel must respond but Lando doesn’t want to hear, watches instead Oscar lay down on top of her. His pace improves but somehow, it’s even worse.

Her stomach is still bloated from the pasta, and something from the wine must have gone to her head. Flushed from the sulphites she’s allergic to, the tart taste still on her tongue. She thinks that her boobs must look awful. The lacy fabric torn lightly by Oscar’s brutish hands, pushed to the side to show off her nipple. But it looks smushed like this, flattened from lying down.

Her orgasm, when it comes, is weak, overdue.

It feels nothing like how she remembers it from watching Max. The air isn’t thick with sex, the tension not desperate with need. Oscar comes moments after her, but when she looks, none of the others look even close.

Logan sits ramrod straight in his chair, hands curled around his thighs. If she squints, maybe she can see a bulge in his trousers, but it has been left untouched, untempted by their show. Liam at least has a hand shoved into her shorts, but her head is tilted away.

Reluctantly, Lando turns towards where Max sits in Daniel’s lap.

Her white dress shirt has been unbuttoned to her naval and shows off the bralette Max likes to wear off the track. It’s too tight, obviously. Ill-fitting over Max’s boobs, would have been even without Daniel’s hand shoved under the fabric.

Daniel kisses down her neck, and Max curls a hand in his hair, moans softly for more. Oscar sits up on his knees to pull out of her, and Lando can almost pretend that she doesn’t feel him twitch inside her.

Daniel peels the compression shorts off Max and strokes a hand over her ass before he pulls her back into his lap. Face towards him this time – away from Lando. Liam has turned too, staring at the matching white underwear Max teases down over her hip.

Lando doesn’t look at Logan, knows either way she won’t like it.

Max makes another sound, a breathless moan that has Lando squeezing her thighs together. Daniel watches her over Max’s shoulder, winks before he leans in to kiss Max. Fucks her with his fingers until the sound is loud, filthy. The air heavy with tension.

“Fuck, Daniel, please,” Max begs and lets her head fall back.

Lando watches the way her hips cant up, chasing Daniel’s fingers. Her eyes are welling up, her back arched with pleasure, and even from behind, Lando knows she’s a sight to be seen.

She hates the need that burns through her, wetter now than she was then with Oscar’s fingers inside her. Wonders then if she should have done it before she and Oscar became a thing. Fucked Carlos back when she had the chance. At least then she would know, maybe.

Daniel fucks her on the floor, gentler than he used to, but familiar in a way that makes Lando ache inside. Max keeps her shirt on, even as the fabric soaks with sweat. Like they haven’t all seen her spread wide and fucked.

And then – the realisation that the rookies haven’t probably. That Lando would have been their first, their only if Max hadn’t done this.

Oscar’s hands feel clammy on her thighs, but she lets him pull her to the floor, pushing inside her with a grunt. It’s different than before and for that, she doesn’t let herself like it more. But it feels better when he fucks her now, sinks in completely before he pulls out, touches her clit until she whines.

“Oscar, I’m close –“ she moans, blunts nails digging into his shoulders.

She’s almost there, teetering on the edge, when someone grabs her hand. She jolts in surprise, goes to pull back when she hears Max laugh. Her sweaty palm sliding against hers, and for a moment it feels almost nice.

Max squeezes her hand as she comes, Lando following her into the fray.

[romiantic]

8:17 PM

bad idea right? — “I say go for it.” “Please y/n, don’t do that to yourself” “I mean, you’re gonna do it regardless of what we say anyway.”

The only piece of advice you would hear whenever there’s a mention of your ex-boyfriend, Miguel O’hara. The man who stood at a great height, brood muscles, and beautiful brown skin that could make anyone with eyes wish that they were him or want to be with him. But everyone knew the quite not-so-cute relationship between him and his now ex-lover, so many decided to avoid that route of O’hara. Which made things quite difficult for the both of you trying to move on from each other, not only adding to the fact that you two would end up in a bedroom somewhere.

Even after blocking each other’s phone numbers, petty social media posts, consistent days of crying from the both of you, and long long late-night talks with close friends about how you both hate each other, unironically, you two would meet up at his apartment, at the same time every other week.

Of course, the same routine would be fulfilled, you’re either in some lazy lounge fit to represent your low mood or a cute outfit that would rather be used for date nights and not for closure. Closure? Sure, let’s go with it. Miguel would compliment how beautiful you always look, throw in a compliment in Spanish, which always gets you smiling, no matter your state of emotions, and a supposed hug that’s only meant for lovers but it’s too much of comfort when his burly arms wrap around your back and he pulls you into his embrace. Maybe even a light kiss to your forehead if it’s been quite a while since you’ve been in contact with one another.

As deeply as you both crave this sort of intimacy, it’s silently agreed that you both shouldn’t be doing this. It’s destroying the fact you two are now ex-lovers, there’s no relationship, and there’s no entitlement that you both belong to one another. Well, there is an unspoken one but not established, but why does there need to be one? The amount of love stored in your hearts can easily show that there’s still something, a little spark, a small flame, something to say that you two belong together.

This would mean regaining closure from your beloved ex can’t be that bad of an idea, right?

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Olivia Rodrigo Performing at the 66th Grammy Awards