backstage | n.r x reader
plot summary: (based off of a anon request) y/n and nini have hated each other since freshmen year but what happens when all of a sudden you don’t?
warnings: bad writing & sum making out?
Petty, rude and annoying.
That’s how you would describe Nini Salazar Roberts and you wouldn’t be surprised if she decided to call you the same.
Since the start of freshmen year she seemed to have it in for you and you didn’t know why. All you knew was you felt the same way. You could feel her glare at you during class, her brown irises probably plotting your demise.
An outsider would say your mutual hatred was forced and comical at times but the two of you would defend your distaste for each other because it was legitimate.
Nini thought so for a solid year. The feeling she felt when she first saw you was anger, it couldn’t possibly be anything else.
She tried to convince herself that for awhile but seeing you almost every second of the day in HSM auditions made it difficult for her to maintain her solid opinions.
It was the end of the week, the last hour of rehearsals, and everyone was tired and worn out.
You leaned back in your chair as you watched Nini and Ricky act through a scene together. If you had to describe the level of chemistry they had in one word it would be ‘nonexistent’.
Nini might’ve hated your guts but you could’ve done so much better with her in that scene. In fact you probably had the capability of faking romance with her better then anyone else here.
The thought made you choke on air making the two stop and look at you. Miss Jenn noticed the sudden pause in action so she decided to take a break, you guess she was also tired of seeing the stale romance between her Troy and Gabriella too.
Everyone dispersed into their own areas to go over lines, talk or just scroll endlessly through their feeds. You decided to leave the theatre and go into a small practise room down the hall so you could get some peace and quiet (and most importantly avoid Nini).
You approached the chestnut piano and sat down in its creaky seat, a sound that had become very familiar to you. Your fingers stroked the keys before you began to mindlessly play a tune which you soon recognised as ‘Breaking Free’.
You scoffed at your own actions but began to sing along regardless.
“We’re soaring, flying. There’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach.”
“If we’re trying, so we’re breaking free.”
Without turning around you could tell who had joined you, her eyes always burned into you in a way no-one else did and her voice was… good. It was hard to admit but impossible to deny.
“What do you want, Roberts?” you groaned. No matter how much you enjoyed them you weren’t in the mood for a classic Nini-Y/n feud.
The sound of the door closing and her approaching footsteps made your heartbeat quicken. Soon she finally appeared in your vision, her body resting on the side of the piano.
She played with some random sheets of paper whilst keeping her eyes on you.
“I’m here because… I wanted to know where that awful dying cat noise was coming from,” she spoke. You looked up at her unamused.
She shrugged her shoulders and waited for your response. That’s how it always worked between you and you started to grow tired of it.
You ignored her ‘insult’ and proceeded continue the song until she pushed the sheets into your face seemingly frustrated with your lack of communication.
“What are you doing, L/n? Stop playing around and say something!”
“I’m not doing anything, you’re the one who decided to come in,” you said rolling your eyes trying your best to keep your cool.
She scoffed, “I came in here because you’re singing sti-”
“Don’t lie to yourself, you came in here because you knew I was here and you can’t last a second without my attention,” you interrupted her, standing up from your seat.
You know stood infront of Nini at a slight distance, her back against the piano as she tried her best to not look at you. She was now the quiet one.
‘Funny,’ you thought. The minute you talk back and confront her she grows quiet.
You don’t know what it was. It could’ve been the fatigue after a long rehearsal or a sudden burst of confidence but you edged forward, the gap between the two of you getting smaller and smaller.
Nini didn’t seem to mind, her gaze now locked in yours as you lowered your mouth down to her ear, your lips brushing against her as you gave her what she wanted, a childish taunt.
“What’s wrong, Nini? Has this cat got your tounge?”
You pulled away slowly, your face in front of her’s. For a millisecond you could’ve sworn you saw her dark eyes flicker down towards your lips, the tiny action catching you off guard slightly.
You could feel Nini’s hands settle on your waist, her thumbs stroking the exposed skin under your shirt as she pulled you flush against her. The space between your faces was almost gone, her pink lips teasing yours as she spoke up.
“I still hate you, L/n.”
You smirked, “No you don’t.”
A small tug from her was all it took for her to capture your lips with hers. Her hands roamed the skin under your shirt as you latched onto her hair, you nails brushing against her scalp making a low groan come out of the singer.
Nini spun you around so your back was against the instrument, her mouth greedily sucking at the sensitive skin on your neck.
Marks would definitely appear but you didn’t care.
She made it very difficult for you to try and hide your moans as her mouth and hands worked on your body so people outside would’nt be alerted.
Your attempts however were pathetic. On the other side of the glass window was Big Red, his eyes wide and mouth even wider.
“Shit! Nini…” you turned her around and she gasped, running out of the room to chase Red down the hall.
You remained in the practise room managing to hear Red scream, “Ricky, you owe me $20!” with a smile on your face. You made a mental note of going backstage with Nini more often.