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violentinecrl · 2 years

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The Question - f!Avery x Mc

Warning: there´s smut as always. And this fic is long af, I don't know what got into me.

Rating: Mature

"Write me a jealous Avery fic" said my best friend. So there you go, Avery going nuts over Mc (Evelyn) and Raleigh's (female) fake relationship - choices book "Platinum"

Thank you @tyrilblue for correcting my english again 😂

(@neversleepgaius @choicesficwriterscreations @darlingnikki-prince )

She had seen Evelyn perform quite a few times by now. She had heard her voice, its raw emotion. Seen the way her chest fell and rose as she sang, the way her eyes brightened whenever she was doing what she loved the most - singing. That was one of the things that made her fall in love with that first video of that amazing girl singing.

Avery had heard the screams of the fans whenever they saw her. Had felt like screaming herself, had actually done it. Singing along with the person that made her heart flutter as if it was the end of the world. And yet… that feeling, of seeing her, hearing her was way too powerful to ever go away. The shivers that ran from the back of her neck to the bottom of her back. She could feel her chest tighten, and her hands grip the end of her dress, as her eyes never left Evelyn. A mixture of pride, excitement, and something else growing inside her chest…

Something that had exploded that day at the jacuzzi. She knew she had a role to fulfill, she was a mentor, a singer. A perfect picture, created for the benefit of everybody else, but her own. Her heart had grown used to containing all its emotions, to keeping them to itself and keeping them controlled. But all it took for it to just forget its job, was that dark hair, those dark brown eyes. And now…

There she was.

As Evelyn went to catch that high note that her voice could reach as easily as she could make Avery’s heart speed up, Raleigh smiled, pushing her by the waist, gently kissing the brunette’s neck with a smirk as she got ready to sing her part. The part Avery had sung when Evelyn first showed her that song… “The Question”. That’s what she had called it, smiling at Avery as if hinting to something else, something Avery hadn’t quite caught on.

The crowd went wild, screams could be heard all around, people whistling. The lights of the stage mixing with the light of the moon and the stars, a mix of blues from the sky and Evelyn’s clothing.

“This is what they want… all for show… just for the crowd… I know that”. She did.

She knew that as Raleigh started to sing her part, face so close to Evelyn’s and never breaking the soft eye contact. She knew that, as Evelyn left her microphone forgotten, both mouths close to the same one and sang as one, as if there was love there… meant for them…

When she came back to herself, Avery noticed she had been singing under her breath. Hiding Raleigh’s voice under her own, singing the parts that had once been hers. But then again, she knew. Raleigh had to be the one performing that song with Evelyn. Their fake relationship had been going great, the fans were eating it up like honey. They wanted more, and what could be better than a romantic live performance? “Me being the one preforming…” Shut up. That was the perfect plan and the fan trying to invade the stage at the very corner was the proof of it. Hank would take care of it, don’t worry.

The last note was approaching, which made Avery forget the stranger to look back at them. Their smiles would have been contagious had she not been feeling the way she was.

Evelyn was stunning, with the widest smile she had ever had on her face, panting from all the high notes that song required, with the stage lights making everything about her shine. Avery felt like a little girl again. She’d always found that expression quite weird. But now she was able to understand it… “Mom, I want that!”, you know? “I really do… want her” she thought.

And now the part she didn’t want to see, and yet, her eyes didn’t move. They locked on Raleigh, as she got closer and closer to Evelyn, hands traveling down to her waist pressing the dark-haired girl closer once again. From where she was standing, she couldn’t see Evelyn’s face. Was she blushing? Did she really want that? Was she enjoying it? Did she wish it was them who were kissing…? Avery felt her breath catch, wanting to look away so bad, but at the same time, wanting to see right through Evelyn, know every single feeling that was going through her mind as she kissed another girl.

Raleigh slightly tilted Evelyn back as she kissed her lips. Numbness. Avery knew the crowd was screaming again but the noise around her was muffled.

She chuckled. Quite the dramatization, wasn’t it? Fiona had specifically asked for that moment, they had talked about it, and still it was punching her gut as if it had come out of the blue.

Waving goodbye to the crowd, hand in hand, both singers started heading towards the wings of the stage where Avery awaited them. When they came out of view from the public Evelyn ran to Avery, jumping and hugging her tightly, giggling.

“What did you think?!” her face was completely flushed, and the smile she wore on her face could have melted anyone’s heart.

“It- It was amazing! You were perfect as always. The fans love you two together.” The girl answered smiling slightly, looking at both of them. Faking smiles was a thing she had grown used to doing, a skill she had mastered. For the paparazzi, interviewers, for fans when she was not feeling her best…. But when it came to those two… It hurt, having to pretend.

As if on cue, Fiona appeared, followed by Hank, patting Evelyn and Raleigh on the shoulder.

“You two did great out there!! Give them 5 minutes and you’ll be trending again on twitter!” she said as she grabbed her phone, swiping away “Oh by the way, your date two days ago was genius! How did you think o-“

“OOOOOOKKKK… I’m here to celebrate this amazing show, can we stop talking about their fake relationship for a minute? Please? They barely got off stage”

Seeing her tiredness, Raleigh didn’t hesitate. The brunette put an arm around Avery’s shoulder, bringing her way too close, as they moved deeper inside the backstage.

“Oh come on! We haven’t even started talking about our marriage! You’ll be our maid of honor, right?? And then godmother of our little Evelyns and Raleighs! Just imagine it!”

To that, Evelyn reacted with a chuckle. One thing the singer loved about those two was their friendship. They were almost like siblings, the type that can’t stand each other, but would be miserable if apart. All the bickering and little jokes brightened her day, and she was grateful she had found them, to guide her, to support her and to love. In different ways… But love, nonetheless.

This time though, Avery seemed slightly different. As if she wasn’t enjoying the bickering as much as she usually did. The usual pure and lighthearted smile she wore while around them seemed now forced and tense, her arms were crossed over her chest and her face looking away from Raleigh, pretending to examine the small space around her.

“Leave the poor girl alone for today” she chuckled, crossing her arm with Avery’s “We’ll talk about our future little demons later”.

Raleigh rolled her eyes playfully, changing her focus to Fiona, who started showing her something on the phone while talking way too fast for Evelyn’s brain to keep up. At the moment she was a bit more concerned with Avery.

Evelyn tried to get her attention by looking at her and holding her arm tighter against her, but the girl had spaced out, a heavy countenance molding her features.

“Avery…” she whispered softly, now standing in front of her to get her full attention as the others walked slightly further away.

And by doing so, it was as if Avery had been pulled out of the trance she had been in just some seconds ago.

This was not like her. All these confusing and conflicting feelings, messing with her mind and making her forget what she was actually there to do. To support Evelyn in this great moment, celebrate with her the show she had delivered to the fans. And yet, there she was, feeling jealous of her best friend. Feeling jealous for a person that wasn’t even hers. No. It had to stop there.

She raised her head higher and forced another smile “Sorry, love! You were saying?”

“Hey, Evelyn, come here” Fiona called out grinning and waving them closer, making the blonde sigh deeply to then exchange some looks with Eve. The older woman seemed way too excited for them to be safe.

“You just seemed like you were spacing out” Evelyn said as they began walking slowly towards the others who kept their attention focused on the phone.

“I’m honestly just tired. Today has been quite stressful for some reason” the girl chuckled, knowing pretty well what the reason was. Her ass had decided to wake up way too jealous for a person who had kissed her once - “But it was amazing seeing you perform. I’m proud of you. Really” That was the only part where her eyes were able to meet Evelyn’s. In fact, there was no way for her to be prouder of the black-haired girl who smiled warmly at those words, taking her hand and squeezing it gently, as a thank you. Those eyes again. Always so true and clear, showing their true feelings, unashamed. It didn’t mean though, that Avery caught all of them. The warmest one. Maybe she could see it wavering there but understanding that only one person had the privilege to actually see it in its truest form, and that that person was her… that part was harder.

They finally reached the other three. Raleigh kept her usual unimpressed expression while Hank and Fiona talked animatedly about whatever was on that damn phone. Once she saw Avery and Evelyn getting closer, she shot them a “Fucking kill me right here” look, so the younger singer intervened “Yes, Fiona?”.

The woman shoved the phone on Eve’s face as quickly as she could. On screen was a tweet with a paparazzi (not a very well payed paparazzi to be on that very specific spot, nooo) pic of her straddling Raleigh in a very public place (a very not planned moment where they were actually talking about how the curry they had eaten had not been a good choice for their fake date, nooo) “Raleigh Carrera and Evelyn Smith finally caught in action?”.

“As I was saying a while ago, I’m so proud of you two! You’re making it look so real, people are going crazy! Keep this up and you might have a surprise!”

“You’re making it look so real” You know when you get a song stuck in your head? Yeah, this was what was now stuck in Avery’s. The smile she was trying to force was getting heavier and heavier by the second. Seeing Evelyn laugh and act as if it was not a big deal was hurting. But hearing “Raleigh is not that bad of a fake girlfriend” was everything she needed to burst. That little fake happiness bubble exploded.

“I-I gotta go to the bathroom” she tried to smile focusing now on Evelyn, only for a second, before darting away. So quickly and abruptly that even Fiona stopped to look at them, with Hank right by her side getting ready to go after the singer. But Raleigh stopped him gently, approaching Evelyn with a frown of concern.

“What was that?” she questioned, immediately helping Evelyn out of her mic gear.

“I don’t know… but I’ll find out. You three can go without us, we’ll catch up”

Finally done with the gear, Raleigh shook her head patting Evelyn on the back, gesturing her to go after Avery “We’ll wait for you here. Fiona won’t shut up, even if you take an hour in there, anyway, so don’t worry”.

The girl finally nodded, hugging Raleigh quickly “Thank you”, and ran back to the dressing room, hoping that Avery had actually gone there.

If she had thought something was off with Avery, now she was sure of it. Evelyn had noticed the girl, waiting on the wing, sometimes even singing along, but her body was tense. Instead of the usual wide smile, bright eyes Avery, she had seen a quieter girl. She could be tired. Or mad… no, there was no reason for her to be mad, right? They had been just fine before the show. Evelyn had taken care of the other girl’s make up, with Avery sat on the balcony, a small smile on her lips. She had memorized how her dress strap fell over that pale shoulder, and how her own body fit perfectly in between Avery’s thighs… “What if your fake girlfriend saw us right now, love?” the blonde had asked. Evelyn knew she was joking, “She’s not the jealous type, don’t worry”.

Evelyn reached the door, yanking it open to a small brownish room, blonde hair falling over the slumped shoulders of Avery, that jumped at the sudden noise and movement.

“Bloody Jesus!” she yelped, turning away from the balcony, but quickly turning back away from the door. Not fast enough, though. Evelyn had seen how reddish her mentor’s face was. “Wait outside, please. I’ll be back in a minute”.

“What happened, Avery?” getting closer to the girl, Evelyn tried reaching for her arm. Yet she moved gently away smiling at her.

“Seriously, love, I’m totally fine, I just need to touch up my make up” it had been too much.

She didn’t care if it was fake or not, it hurt. But most of all she was hurt with herself. Avery wanted to be there for her friends, more than anything, and at that moment, she couldn’t do that. Her mind was a mess of jealousy and guilt.

“Your make up is just fine. Really, you can tell me what happened. I wanna help, Avery…”

The truth in those eyes, again… she could feel it, almost touch it. And it just stabbed the knife deeper into her chest, a sad smile forming on her face. This was her fear. What if the real love on those brown eyes was not meant for her, but for Raleigh… she deserved it, certainly… but… those were hers... Maybe she was being selfish, but for the first time she didn’t care about it. The next words came out more bitter than she had ever wanted them to be “Raleigh is waiting for you, Eve” she said in almost a whisper “The paparazzi are all out there, you should take the opportunity again” the girl tried to sound calm and collected but by the look on Evelyn’s face she knew she had miserably failed that task. But she just looked down, pretending to look for some kind of makeup, she really didn’t need.

At that, Evelyn walked towards her, getting herself between the balcony and Avery. How could she not have noticed…? The performance, the kiss, the date, the article…

“Avery Wilshere… Are you jealous?”

The blonde’s eyes widened. Was it that obvious that she was jealous? Was she making a fool out of herself?? Being jealous for a person that, again, wasn’t even hers? Her stomach dropped to the floor and the sadness she was feeling mixed with embarrassment and panic.

“W-What? No! Everything is… Perfectly fine. All cool, no problem, ça roule…” she tried chuckling the embarrassment away, and it worked… it was now replaced with the sadness she had been feeling throughout the day. Maybe the embarrassment was better.

She moved away from Evelyn, trying to keep her hands occupied by folding some clothes she had left on the small couch next to the door “What would I even be jealous about?”.

Evelyn saw the other girl’s chest rise up, breathing deeply as if trying to contain whatever she wanted to say next. That whatever never came. Instead, Avery went and sat down on that same couch.

“Anyway, go on, they’re probably already waiting for you, love”

Evelyn shook her head, getting closer to the blonde. Gently, she opened her legs and kneeled between her thighs looking up at her.

“It’s just the two of us here, Avery. Please, talk to me” her eyes never left the blue ones that couldn’t hide the pain behind them, however hard their owner tried. It was known, to everyone that knew Avery, how good she was at hiding her emotions. But today, something was way off. Those misty mirrors for the soul, today they were spotless and transparent, slipping out all the sadness behind them.

“You don’t have to pretend to be okay with me. Let’s talk this through and be sure I’m not moving until we do”.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I am moody and stressed out. That’s it” she said, shrugging and avoiding Evelyn’s eyes at all costs “Everyone has those days”.

“Indeed, but usually you talk about them with me, usually you are able to hide them from people, and usually you don’t push me away when you’re feeling bad”

“Well, USUALLY I don’t feel jealous of people fake dating my best friend!” her voice was low but the firmest it had ever been. Avery got up, facing the wall, wanting all those feelings to go away, not wanting to show this part of her to the person she knew she was falling in love with. But now that she had started it… “Usually seeing two people kissing on stage, seeing them as a happy couple, straddling in public… it doesn’t bother me, whatsoever…”

She breathed deeply closing her eyes hard. She was way too close to crying and that was the last thing she wanted to do with people around her. With Evelyn there.

“Being in the studio alone… While I know you’re out there, with Raleigh, so close to each other. Seeing how she looks at you on those bloody articles and posts” she bit her lip unsure of how much she could say without breaking down, but unable to stop her feelings from spilling out “Seeing how unbothered you two look… Sometimes I end up thinking maybe you’d be actually better off together… Maybe this will make Evelyn fall for Raleigh. And then hearing Fiona talk about how good your relationship is for everyone… While I stay here, wishing it was me. Wishing I was the person by your side… Even it was fake… I’d take a dream over nothing”

Breathing in deep, she thought about stopping. She almost did. “And I know it’s selfish. It’s stupid. But you were the one lifting me up. Since I met you… In this short period of time… You have made me feel so many things, see how much better I can do, and be. So yes. Today was stressful. Today I wanted to be here for you, but it’s like I’ve been bottling these awful feelings up… And I couldn’t pretend anymore. I tried. So Evelyn, please, leave me alone for a bit… I just need some time, and I’ll be as good as new”

“What doesn’t start, doesn’t end, right?” Between them? There was nothing to end… There was nothing to be jealous of. She just needed time. Time alone to understand that. To accept that if something happened between Eve and Raleigh, she would have to support them. Smile and witness the girl that had stolen her heart be stolen by someone else, by her best friend. And she would have to go back to being the girl that feels and stays silent, smiling.

“No” getting up, Evelyn crossed the room to Avery, holding her face in her hands, making the blonde face her “Baby, look at me. Nothing of that is real. Not one thing -”.

“Eve, I know that. I do” her voice was low, threatening to completely disappear, leaving her feelings hidden once again “But it also doesn’t matter… You’re not my girlfriend, you’re not mine. You don’t have to explain anything to me”

Saying that out loud made it even more real, making her eyes start to sting. She needed to keep going “Therefore, love, leave”.

At first there was silence. None of them dared to speak, Evelyn’s hands falling along her sides, while Avery didn’t move her stare from the ground. Only then, did Evelyn move. Slowly and against the blonde’s request, she got closer, the closest she could. Wrapped her arms around Avery’s waist, resting her head on the crook of her neck. She could feel the other girl tensing at first, her heartbeat getting faster, melding with her own. The way her chest moved against her own, the scent she had grown so used to. The scent she would miss at night, from the person she had once worshipped as an idol, and that now… had started to like… Love.

Hearing everything Avery had said made her feel so stupid… She had been paying close attention to this girl since the first moment she had seen her, and yet she hadn’t seen the signs, how she had been hurting Avery.

“Avery… Do you remember that night, in your spa…?”

The girl swallowed hard… How could she forget. She hadn’t slept that entire night. She had done all types of things (seriously) but sleeping was not one of them. Thinking about that moment now, and feeling Evelyn flush against her, her hot breathing on her neck… The right choice would be to pull away and insist on being left alone. Yet… If this was the last time, she would be able to feel her love like this… She would take it.

“I do…”

With that, Evelyn lifted her head up, facing Avery, enjoying every feature, and wanting to see every expression to her question.

“What do you think that kiss meant to me…? Those kisses… Do you think I kissed you because I wanted to have fun? Only that?”

“I-I…” she tried answering but her heart was hammering in her chest, heat rising to her cheeks. The memories, the embarrassment of exposing her feelings like this, it was making everything hard to do, to say “I want to think… that it was… more than that…”.

“Then do, Avery! Because it was so much more than that!” Evelyn’s eyes were now all over Avery’s face, studying every piece of reaction, wanting to show her all the feelings she had inside of her without having to say them. “I am falling for you! And I am sorry if I didn’t show you that… I wasn’t sure you felt the same way… And… Your friendship… I couldn’t lose it”.

It was so hard to believe that the most beautiful, kind person she had ever met was now worried that she would fall for someone else. It was unbelievable that that fear was because of her. Out of all the people Avery could have chosen… she was the one.

Evelyn kept going as the blonde’s widened eyes focused only on her “With Raleigh it was all fake, for everyone else to see, for other people’s eyes. But when I am alone with you… These… moments are ours… They’re real. I want so many more of them. I don’t care what we do, what we don’t do, I just want to be by your side”

The air around them was tense but warm with the number of things still left to say, most of them unable to be expressed with words. Avery was speechless, trying to process everything she had just heard, trying to find the words to answer with. The girl didn’t even know what she was feeling anymore. It was a mess of things leaving her breath erratic, her heart swollen, her mouth hanging open.

“Evelyn… I-…” Guided back to the couch, Avery sat down, teary eyed but refusing to let those tears fall.

“Tell me you understand that. Tell me you understand, you’re the one I am falling in love with”

A small smile appeared on Avery’s flushed face, tears starting to escape her blue eyes “I do… yes… I don’t… think I have to tell you that-” she cleared her throat, gaining the courage to keep going “I am falling in love with you too…”.

“Oh but you do!” Evelyn smiled “You do… And Avery, that kiss just now… Raleigh didn’t even touch my lips. She kissed the corner of my mouth. These lips are yours…” she whispered.

If Evelyn kept this up, Avery wasn’t sure her heart would be able to handle it. Hiding her face with her hands, the girl let the tears fall, freely now, a mixture of relief, happiness and tiredness “I’m sorry. All of this must look ridiculous to you… All this jealousy… I’m sorry… I wanted to invade that stage myself at that moment… I felt so… lost” she chuckled trying to play it light.

But Evelyn didn’t take it that way. Grabbing Avery’s wrists, she pushed them away from her face.

And it happened too fast for Avery. Once she looked up, her crying face now exposed, she felt Evelyn’s lips crash against her own. At first, she gasped in surprise, but then allowed her own lips to part, letting Evelyn explore her. They could feel the salty taste of her tears between their soft lips. It had been so long since she had last tasted them, felt them, and oh god… If anything had been left unsaid, she was sure it would be understood right there. The way Evelyn’s lips molded against hers, how she stole little bites and nibbles on her bottom lip to the way she pressed their bodies closer. And how warm they were… It was too much for only her lips… Avery quickly wrapped her arms around Evelyn’s back, raw emotion in the way her fingers curled around the girl’s shirt. Her eyes half open, to sneak guilty peeks at Eve, every time they came back for air. She could feel the heat rising from her stomach to her chest and breathing became such a hard and irrelevant task…

Evelyn’s fingers dipped in that blonde hair, grabbing it gently by the roots, to then give it a firm tug, making Avery look at her.

“This is a real kiss” she whispered, “I hope you memorized my lips”.

Saying this Evelyn pushed Avery back against the couch, gently, smirking seeing that strap fall off the girl’s shoulder, exposing the skin she so much wanted to shower with kisses and untold words.

Her whole body was starting to tingle, and she had to take advantage of that moment to get her breathing back, which was not being easy while looking at Avery’s expression, her half-opened eyes, leaking the desire inside of her.

“Also, that article… and that picture of me straddling Raleigh…” she said, getting up in front of Avery “It was planned, as you know, right?” to now press her shoulders once more against the back of the couch, while she placed each leg on either side of Avery, straddling her. “Also fake… So I’ma show you what I do when I actually straddle someone…” she whispered.

Her hips didn’t take long until they started moving back and forth, grinding the thighs under her.

“Oh…” Avery whimpered slightly, hands on Evelyn’s hips, subconsciously pressing her down. The few sounds coming out of the dark-haired girl were reaching every point of her pale body, making it shiver lightly. Even with all those layers separating their skin, she could feel her own nipples hardening under her dress, making her grab Evelyn by the waist to press her closer.

“T-this, ohhh…” the friction was making it difficult for Evelyn to speak, lips pressed together, only falling open to whine “shit… is what I do when I really want to… straddle someone”.

That was it “Stop… Stay still!” Avery demanded, her voice low and slightly rougher than usual… Now it was her turn to show her what being with her meant. Evelyn had shown her part and she wouldn’t get all the fun alone. Now it was her turn.

Quickly she grabbed the end of the blue shirt covering Eve and, slowly, started lifting it up, making sure to let her fingers trail over that soft skin. Her lips, starting just above the jeans, left red marks over the girl’s stomach feeling the shivers rising up under them.

“Swear to me that you never did anything with her…” she murmured, stopping just under Evelyn’s chest, her lips mere inches apart from the warm skin, not looking up.

To that question Evelyn smiled, lowering herself just enough to whisper back in Avery’s ear “I never did…” she could stop there… but why would she? “And if I had, baby… you’d have been the one on my mind. As you have in so many of the nights I spent alone…”.

Avery knew what the girl was trying to do, but the truth was, it was working. She could feel her words getting to her just between her thighs, on her chest, all over her skin. And at this point she didn’t even want to try to pretend it wasn’t. Pulling the rest of the shirt off Evelyn, the blonde kissed above her chest, leaving a wet trail of red marks up to her jaw… That was her girl, and everyone would know that from then on… Under her lips, she could feel Eve’s breathing getting faster “Baby, your lipstick… It��s all over me...”.

From her jaw, Avery traveled to Evelyn’s ear, kissing it softly. She let her breath touch it, tantalizingly, before whispering “And you won’t clean it, or next time I won’t use my lipstick to mark you, love”.

The gasp that escaped Eve’s mouth just made it harder for Avery to keep control of herself, while trailing her hands up the singer’s back, allowing her nails to lightly scratch the skin, she finally reached the back of the bra.

Evelyn couldn’t help but arch a little, the anticipation of Avery’s mouth on her, darkening her own eyes. Finally, the girl felt her bra unclasping, the straps falling off her shoulders revealing her hard nipples. These kept begging to be touched, as Avery’s eyes skipped from her back to her chest, her pale face turning deep red as her whole body got warmer and warmer.

“Did she ever see these, my love?” the blonde whispered starting to kiss the middle of her chest, as her hands burned the skin right under Evelyn’s breasts.

She wanted to answer, she really did, but the lack of contact was making the girl’s mind foggy, while her center throbbed way too much for her to think straight (🏳️‍🌈). Instead, forcing down the noises trapped in her throat, Eve shook her head, with a desperate frown on her face. At this point her whole body was fiery, aching to rub itself against those firm thighs, again. Swallowing hard, and forcing herself to gaze deep into the blue eyes in front of her, Evelyn bit her lip, gently held the back of Avery’s neck and whispered “Please, babe…”. It was more of a whimper than a whisper “I’m all yours”. The need to close the gap between them was screaming inside of her but before she could move, Avery’s hot mouth was on her chest, circling her nipple slowly, torturingly.

“Mmm…! Baby…”

Those noises… That was all she needed… yet, she couldn’t give it up to her that easily. Sucking hard on the nipple between her lips, Avery took her other hand to pay as much attention to Eve’s left breast. First, caressing it with her thumb, she could feel how hard her nipple was, how much it begged to be worshipped, how wet it was making her… Pressing her thighs together to try and ease some of the aching she was feeling, the girl squeezed the whole breast in her hand, never taking her mouth away from the other one, licking it, long licks, hot with smirks along with them.

“Love… tell me what you want” she whispered, her hot breath caressing the skin under it “Let me show what only I can give you”.

Those blue eyes finally looked up and the vision presented to them made Avery swear under her breath. With red hot skin, Evelyn’s mouth was slightly open, short breaths coming in and out, with her eyes barely open. Those eyes looked down “I-… need you... naked. Please.”

Avery smirked, guiding Evelyn down on the couch “Only that, my love?”.

Kneeling straight in front of Eve on the couch, she waited for an answer.

“One thing at a time, babe…” if she had asked for more, just the imagination of it happening could have made Eve short-circuit…

Quickly taking her white dress off, Avery started working on getting rid of Evelyn’s shorts, being met with the girl arching her back and quickly helping to get rid of the last pieces of clothing that separated the two.

The black-haired girl tried to get up but was gently pushed back down.

“What now?” Avery asked sweetly, her hands purposely trailing the insides of those olive-skin thighs. The lust she was feeling, dripping on her now naked tights wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.

“Your mouth…” Nothing else needed to be said. Neither of them wanted nor could wait any longer.

Avery whispered kisses down Evelyn’s body, painting it red until she reached the girl’s wet core. The idea of tasting it made her buck her hips and whine hard. So, she didn’t waste any more time. They had been way too tormented already.

Avery started circling her sweet nub, kissing it gently, before dipping her tongue between the folds moaning slightly. Holding Evelyn’s thighs in place she kept going.

“Wanna taste yourself, love?” she whispered quickening her pace, to then stick her tongue on Evelyn’s hot entrance. She could feel her trembling and shivering underneath her, refusing to keep her body still. That’s what she wanted… When words lacked, she would show Eve her feelings by making her cry in pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” The girl moaned, bucking her hips harder against Avery’s mouth. She could feel her legs weakening, her body so hot it could combust right there “No, don’t stop baby… don’t you… dare, mmmh… stophhh” she could have sworn she could see stars right at that moment.

That was an order to Avery’s ears, who kissed her girl’s core before licking and sucking her, faster, harder. While working on her, one hand traveled Eve’s body, from her hips to her breast. At this point they were sure that if someone passed by the door, they would perfectly hear the love coming from inside, but neither of them seemed to care. Yet, Avery could think of a way to lower the noise a little. Leaving Eve’s breast aching, licking one last time that pool of desire, the blonde hovered over her and smiling, she caressed her jaw. She could see her lover struggling to beg her to keep going, but before she could, Avery slid slowly two fingers on her mouth. Her fingers played with Eve’s tongue, who sucked them without even thinking. Sucked them wet, enjoying the view above her. From Avery’s pleasured expression to her chest… her wet tights. She moaned deeply, stopped from closing her legs by Avery who stood between them.

Satisfied, the pale girl went back to where she was needed, starting slow, almost teasingly.

“You taste… so good, love… So good” But then, pressing on her entrance first to hear Evelyn beg, she thrusted her two wet fingers inside. The girl immediately moaned, almost screamed her name, her leg resting on Avery’s shoulder, trying to press her impossibly closer.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Yes… she was almost there. The blonde could feel it and had to contain herself, the stars that wanted to shine and explode in front of her… It was amazing what pleasuring Evelyn could do to her… How overwhelmed it could leave her…

Curving her fingers inside her, thrusting and rubbing as hard as she could, feeling Eve so close and throbbing around her, bucking her hips, she grabbed the pillow next to her, positioning it in between her legs… She needed it… Just perfect, she started grinding, in rhythm with her fingers…

Evelyn… Her breathing couldn’t accompany her movements anymore. She refused to close her eyes. Seeing Avery in front of her… Riding the pillow, gasping and moaning… Oh God…

Yes… That wave…

“AVER… MMMMMHH.. ”

It hit her so hard. A tidal wave, crushing against her, threatening to drown her in pleasure…

Her vision was blurred.

Her eyes so watery… yet they still forced themselves to stay open and enjoy the view… If she had the strength, she’d grab her by the waist… make her lay on top of her… yeah…

Breathing was now a totally unknown ability.

Her body, still trembling, shivering, trying to reach for her…

“I got you, love, I got you…” she heard, that soft honey voice mixed with a bunch of gasps…

Eve felt Avery’s thighs settling on either side of her own hips, sitting down, and when she felt how wet and hot she was… Her hand shot to her mouth, and she bit it… She could have died… she doubted her body could handle that.

Avery laid on top of her, kissing her neck, her shoulders, trying to calm her own breathing…

“I’m here…” Avery kept saying, her hands on Eve’s sides, caressing her skin “Rest a bit, and then let’s go… to the bathroom… We need to get you clean, love”

Quickly Evelyn shook her head and wrapped her arms around Avery pressing her down.

“Hell no… I need you to come for me too…” feeling the girl bucking her hips at her request she kept going… “Come on, princess, grind… against me… please… I know you want it…”.

“Are you sure…?” Avery whispered, knowing how tired Evelyn was. Not so much physically but also emotionally.

“Please…”

No hesitation… Still laying down, kissing every part of Evelyn’s skin, the girl started moving her hips, slowly at first but getting faster as she felt herself getting extremely close…

Evelyn’s hands were making it harder for her to control it… Gripping her ass, squeezing her breasts, burning, electrifying every place she touched…

“Evelyn… I’m feeling….” Rolling her eyes back it was getting hard to think… And then…

Evelyn’s fingers gripped her hair, pulling it back harder than last time…

“OH SHIT.. NHMM…”

Deep tremors of sensation hit her even harder, groans escaping her shut lips… Her hips creating circles, rubbing hard against Eve… Dizziness… Stars…

“Look at me while you come, please…” Evelyn whispered, bringing Avery’s head down to kiss her, bite her lip, suffocate her moans. Exploring her tongue, her hand caressing now where she had grabbed Avery, stroking her roots to alleviate the pain.

And there it was… Thrusting herself once again, she exploded, her eyes locked on Eve’s…

Her body was on fire, her core throbbing, every part of her burning like at the mouth of the volcano… her orgasm hitting every point of her body, making her toes curl. She knew from her throat she had screamed… But her mind was so fuzzy, she didn’t even remember it.

She just let herself go limp over Evelyn, who hugged her close. Bringing her lips to Avery’s shoulder and kissing it gently she whispered, “I think we proved both our points”.

Avery chuckled slightly, her head still laying on Eve’s shoulder, but didn’t answer right away…

Instead, they stayed quiet for a minute, Eve caressing the blonde hair. Both of them needed the time to regain some of their strength but there was also a question circling around Avery’s mind that kept enticing all of her senses just some seconds before

“So… falling in love with me…?” Avery asked, slowly, wanting to be sure that had not been an auditory hallucination.

What she couldn’t see was how red Evelyn’s cheeks got. She had thought it to be obvious, but saying it out loud, well it had to take some gut to do it, the heat of the moment…

“Was it not obvious?” she chuckled.

Avery sweetly hid her face in the crook of her lover’s neck, her hands shyly caressing her jaw “I’m sorry… for causing a scene over jealousy”.

Evelyn chuckled lightly at the shyness in the other girl’s voice “Don’t worry… It was cute. You’re cute when jealous”.

Avery nudged Evelyn on her shoulder playfully, embarrassed at the comment.

Getting up carefully, Avery sat at the end of the couch and looked over at Evelyn who stayed in the same position, too tired to move, not wanting that moment to end, as much cliché as that was.

Avery could feel her heart full... Almost bursting, a smile on her face without even realizing. She had left Evelyn like that… tired, restless, full of pleasure… She had made it clear that she wanted Eve, that she was falling in love with her and only her… She had finally really understood she was not the only one falling in love...

“You’re beautiful…” she said, roaming Eve’s body with her big blue eyes, now bright with love. It was full of dark red marks… marks of her lips… Everywhere… Avery couldn’t stop a smirk from appearing on her lips.

Reluctantly she got up, reaching for her white dress, and tossing Evelyn her own clothing.

“Th-…”

With a bang the door opened

“Girls, what th-“

With wide eyes Raleigh took in the picture in front of her. Avery was now hiding herself with her white dress, her lips pressed tight and her face bright red, and Evelyn curled into a ball barely hiding herself as well.

Raleigh closed her eyes as tight as she could, turning around.

“This explains the posters… OK! Now that I’ve made things awkward I’ma leave! WE’RE DONE WAITING FOR YOU!”

#choices stories you play #choices pixelberry #choices app #choices fanfic #choices #choices avery wilshere #avery whilsere #avery x mc #choices platinum #platinum raleigh carrera #platinum avery wilshere #choices lis #play choices #pixelberry #wlw #wlw fanfic #choices raleigh carrera #raleigh carrera

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peonierose · 2 months

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Top 10 works

For @choicesfandomappreciation Top 10 I’ve wanted to list my favorite Top 10 stories. I can’t believe I can even say I have written 10 stories and more to begin with 🥰 Who knew these stories and characters would become so important to me? But I’m glad I took the plunge, sat down and wrote some stories. I hope they can make people smile and make their better at least for a little while.

Thank you to anyone in this family fandom - as I like to call it - who is kind and supportive and gave me and my characters and stories a chance 🩷

1. Wildflower - Keiki Lahela (F!MC) x Koa Haulani (M!OC)

2. Go Blonder - Luna Auclair (F!OC) x Bryce Lahela (M!MC)

3. I‘m a Sucker for You - Luna Auclair (F!OC) x Bryce Lahela (M!MC)

4. Cinnamon Sugar - Maxine Moore (F!OC) x Adam Sinclair (M!OC)

5. Both are good - Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Raleigh Carrera (M!MC) with @aallotarenunelma 🩷

6. ”How were we ever strangers…“ - Luna Auclair (F!OC) x Bryce Lahela (M!MC)

7. Cake by the Ocean - Luna Auclair (F!OC) x Bryce Lahela (M!MC)

8. Wake Up Little Susie - Chapter 1 - Gretel van Andresen (F!OC) and Hänsel van Andresen (M!OC)

9. Paint Wars - Luna Auclair (F!OC) x Bryce Lahela (M!MC)

10. Girls Night Out - Chapter 1 - What’s the secret password? - Characters involved: Jenny, Emma Anderson (F!MC), Addison Dalton, Sofia Russo, Sam Dalton, Robin Flores and Carter

#choicesfandomappreciation #Top 10 stories #ChoicesFanworksDay #Open Heart #Nightbound #The Nanny Affair #choices stories

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choicesficwriterscreations · 1 year

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Open Heart FotW - Mar 19 - 25, 2023

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+

Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Almost Home ✒️- @jerzwriter

Bad Dreams ✒️- @liaromancewriter

Crossroads (Series) - @trappedinfanfiction Part 1: Thunder ✒️Ⓜ️

No Cure... ✒️- @jerzwriter

Time Away ✒️- @potionsprefect

Ethan Ramsey x M!MC

Irresistible Force Paradox (Series) - @justcallmefox89 Chapter Two ✒️

Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Karma ✒️- @lucy-268

The Missing Piece ✒️- @jerzwriter

Platonic Fics

Rock On ✒️| Sienna Trinh, F!MC, Raleigh Carrera (Platinum) - @liaromancewriter

CFWC Main FotW List

TRR FotW List

#choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic #open heart fanfic #open heart fanfiction #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #playchoices

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choicesflashfics · 1 year

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Week 25 Prompts:

“You’ve given me enough memories to last a lifetime.”

“Not all love stories get a ‘happily ever after.’ Sometimes … it’s just once upon a time.”

“I haven’t laughed like this in a long time.”

Trace the Steps - @ao719 (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!MC)

Memories of You - @bebepac (The Royal Romance; F!MC x M!OC)

Marabelle - Falling (Ch. 3) - @tessa-liam (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

Rock On - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Sienna Trinh, F!MC, Raleigh Carrera from Platinum)

#choicesflashfics #choices fanfiction #choices fanfic #choices prompt challenge #choices #playchoices #week 25

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alj4890masterlist · 1 year

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30 various Choices drabbles all centered around kiss prompts. *Updated list of kiss prompts and pairings*

Evidence (Thomas Hunt x OC)

The Green-Eyed Monster (Ethan Ramsey x OC)

The Statement (Jackson Nevrakis-Walker x Nicky Beaumont)

Escaping for a Moment (Ernest Sinclaire x MC)

Silence (Drake Walker x Olivia Nevrakis)

The Sleeping Bag (Aislinn Tanaka x M!MC) *NSFW*

The Truth Comes Out (Hugh Crawford x MC)

The Apology (Ethan Ramsey x OC)

On Impulse (Maxwell Beaumont x OC)

Making It Believable (Prince Emerick Rhys x Juliet Nevrakis-Walker)

It's Over (Leo x Madeleine)

Over the Top (Tobias Carrick x F!MC)

In Times of Comfort (Thomas Hunt x OC)

To Make It Better (Tom Sato x F!MC)

Just Try (Liam x Madeleine)

Slipping Away Together (Thomas Hunt x OC)

So This is Goodbye? (Jax Matsuo x MC)

Visceral Reaction (Tobias Carrick x F!MC)

From the Heart (Ethan Ramsey x OC)

Anytime, Anywhere (Liam x MC)

Just You and Me (Prince Ellis Rhys x Emily Beaumont)

Snap (Bertrand Beaumont x MC)

Sparks of Hope (Thomas Hunt x OC)

The Promise (Liam and his daughter)

Right At Last (Jackson Nevrakis-Walker x Nicky Beaumont)

Just a Dream (Tobias Carrick x F!MC)

It's Time to Say Goodbye (Maxwell Beaumont x OC)

Second Thoughts (Raleigh Carrera x MC) *NSFW*

Washing Away Your Troubles (Trystan Thorne x F!MC) *NSFW*

Confession Time (Thomas Hunt x OC)

#thirty kisses in thirty days #choices the stories you play #choices fan fics

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openheartfanfics · 1 year

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Newly Added Fics

Mar 18 - 31, 2023

ETHAN X F!MC

Bad Dreams - @liaromancewriter ☁

Ethan finds that stubbornness runs deep in his family. [Domestic; Family]

Common Ground - @inlocusmads ☁

First dates suck. But if you are anything like Ethan and Jane, dissimilar but happy to listen and also incredibly chaotic, you might just have a good time. [Date]

Highways & Byways - @jerzwriter ☁Ⓜ

Ethan & Kaycee were on an early morning drive to Providence, and Kaycee finds the highway signs inspiring.

If Only I Could - @cariantha 🎭

After conducting surveillance on Louise, Sawyer is frustrated with Ethan’s mixed signals. [2.7]

ETHAN X TOBIAS

Daddies and Doctors - @beyondsimsreality ☁

Tobias and Ethan take out their kids. [Platonic]

Sorry, Tobias - @jerzwriter ☁

Tobias wants Kaycee to introduce him to her gorgeous friend, but when he won't take no for an answer, Kaycee has to set him straight. [Platonic]

SIENNA TRINH

Rock On - @liaromancewriter ☁

Sienna and Cassie meet an international rockstar. An OH/Platinum cross over fic. Feat. M!Raleigh Carrera [Platonic]

SIENNA X M!OC

When The Clock Strikes Twelve - @liaromancewriter 🛸🦚

Max tries to take his shot with Sienna, but obstacles have him doubting if they’re inevitable.

TOBIAS X F!MC

Highways & Byways - @jerzwriter ☁Ⓜ

Tobias & Casey heading out of Boston to head to his college reunion in DC for the weekend. Tobias never saw the sign, but Casey did.

Karma - @lucy-268 🎭

After Samantha and Tobias break up, Tobias has regrets. Feat. Bryce Lahela, Sienna Trinh

The Missing Piece - @jerzwriter ☁

Casey's heading out for a night with friends, and Tobias is on Dad duty. The night goes well overall, but it's not complete until Casey returns home. [Domestic; Family]

SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

#open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #open heart fanfics #open heart fanfiction #choices fanfics #choices fanfiction #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #sienna trinh #sienna trinh x mc #tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #newly added fics

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raleighcarrera · 3 years

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“you make me feel like i want to tell you things. i don’t know why.”

thank you so much to @kingkangs for this gorgeous commission of one of my favorite raleigh moments ever for @platinumweekend !!

#platinumweekend #raleigh carrera #raleigh carrera x mc #platinum #playchoices #choices platinum #*#cadence dorian #raleigh x cadence #raleigh x mc #platinum mc #i genuinely can't take this oh my god #the way they are looking at each other i'm

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homeformyheart · 3 years

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more hugs - featuring m!raleigh carrera x mc (cadence dorian) for @platinumweekend

commissioned from the amazing @kissingagrumpygiant. they are so cute!!

*goes without saying, but do not repost.

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pixelsandkink · 3 years

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Your Skin Like a River

Pairing: M!Raleigh x MC (Parker) Rating: E Word Count: ~3,400 Summary: A night in the desert.

Notes: For @platinumweekend! I said, “oh friends, what should I write for PlatAW?” And I believe that there was a resounding chorus of “sm*t??” and well, it’s sort of weird and meandering, but it sure does fit the bill! I hope you like it! The title is from Mac Miller’s “Skin” because naturally.

CW: besides general sm*t, there is gentle, recreational drug use (m*rijuana) and these characters have the s*x after they partake SO. _______________

It’s very irritating but she probably falls in love with Raleigh a dozen different times a day.

He should be annoying her right now. This whole trip should be annoying her. This “artist’s retreat” for his album. She’d thought it was an excuse to have all their friends filter in and out of the house they’ve rented in the desert for the summer. It is, a bit, but she can’t deny there is a certain...magic in the air.

They’re making something.

Creating something.

And she’s falling in love again, watching him. They’re singing a song that’s not an original, but she doesn’t know it. Raleigh knows it by heart though, and he’s beating out it’s rhythms on his body. The clap of a hand against his chest or his thigh is all the percussion they need.

His voice rings out, clear and pulled into long syllables. The song, it’s very old-school, from the sixties maybe, and more blues than anything else. It gives him room to run and stretch and play. Improvisations that emphasize the gravel in his tone, and the silky smoothness he can conjure.

Parker can’t help but smile as the song morphs, as Raleigh starts scratching out words on a notepad and Cameron’s guitar strums with something a little funkier and soon it's turning into something else.

She’s proud of him. He’s making an album that he’s going to be excited to put his name on, when it's all said and done. If she smiles at him with extra happiness, who can blame her? She’s probably still smiling when she blinks a couple of times and Cameron laughs.

“Sleeping Beauty’s fading.”

Parker flips him off and Raleigh laughs too. He reaches over and gives her a squeeze at the nape of her neck. “Come on, baby, I’ll walk you home.”

This is a nonsensical statement. The fire pit is maybe twenty feet from the house, and nothing is going to grab her between here and there, but she likes holding his hand on the stroll and the way he gives her another squeeze at the top of the stairs.

“I’m not going to be able to stay asleep,” she complains. The same complaint she’s made nearly about every night since they arrived.

Raleigh leans against the wall beside the door as Parker shucks off her jeans. His eyes linger as she strips all the way down to nothing before wriggling into a tiny pair of cotton shorts and a tank top.

She’s probably too gross to climb into their sheets, because the dust gets everywhere out here, but she can’t bring herself to care. She gets into the bed with a huff and steals his pillow, and he shakes his head too indulgently.

“Wow,” he says, sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Your poor mom.”

“Shut up,” she returns. “I’m just mad because I won’t be able to sleep through the night.”

She hasn’t since they got here. Since before that. It’s a good thing, sort of. She works a lot. She likes to write songs, but she also has a lot of meetings and appearances but Raleigh says it's stress. This whole thing was meant to be a vacation for her, technically speaking. But still. The sleep thing. Not going so well.

“Maybe tonight’s your night.”

“Maybe.” A beat. “But probably not.”

Raleigh sniggers. “Yeah, okay.”

He kisses her forehead, and pads out of the room, leaving her to the dark.

***

She’s probably only been asleep an hour. Maybe two. Raleigh hasn’t come to bed yet. His side is cold.

The house is quiet when she steps out onto the landing but she thinks he must be in the basement. It’s soundproof. The reason they picked this place. He won’t cut any demos or anything, but he’s been getting a lot of writing done and some recordings with shit audio.

Parker kind of envies that he’s gotten so much work done, even though this is supposed to be a vacation, even though she’s supposed to be relaxing.

The thought makes her snort as the screen door at the back of the house screeches open on shouting hinges. The deep freezer plugged in on the porch has to work hard to do its job. But even if it failed, it wouldn’t matter.

There’s nothing in there but popsicles. Every flavor they can scavenge: orange, grape, raspberry, blueberry, lime. They go through them like children, and every time someone is sent into town, the number of boxes requested grows bigger.

She plucks a cherry popsicle (she’ll have to get more before Micah comes back, they’re his favorite too) from the depths of the freezer. She leaves the wrapper on to catch the syrupy red drops, but quickly discards it in favor of faster eating.

The dust really does get fucking everywhere. It's on the backs of her thighs as she settles on the porch, popsicle between her lips and phone in her hand. Their signal is awful, which is, again, the point, but the phone is a habit more than anything else, one she hasn’t managed to break yet.

She hears him before he makes an appearance, his long brown legs as he settles in beside her.

He doesn’t say anything at all, his gaze drops down to the cherry popsicle tucked between her lips. His mouth curved in a presumptuous smirk, and then he lights the joint dangling between his fingers.

He doesn’t hit it first, instead passing it straight to her.

“Aww baby,” she says in a tone that drips with a little too much sweetness, “you roll this for me?”

The end burns a bright, sunset orange as she inhales. And when she exhales, the smoke rolls out; undulating waves of white before it breaks apart, dissipating like seafoam. It feels like that inside her too.

She huffs with amusement, talking around her popsicle. “That’s Avery’s weed.”

Raleigh’s grin is exasperated. “Still won’t tell me who his guy is. What a shit.”

He refuses when she goes to pass it back, and she hits it again. This time he leans forward to catch the exhale as it happens, runaway fog streaming into his mouth. He always makes her heart race when he’s this close, when he’s close enough to feel his warmth. When his mouth is open just enough for her to remember how it feels when he kisses her. He looks self-satisfied as he sits back, like he knows exactly what she’s thinking. They simply stare at one another while she digs her toes into the muscle of his thigh, worrying it through the polyester of his shorts.

He takes the joint in one hand, and catches one of her feet in the other, pinching each of her toes.

Fuck, she does love him.

Raleigh’s lips pull to one side as she passes the joint back and returns to her rapidly melting popsicle. She licks until it’s down to the stick. Time seems short for the popsicle, but long as he watches her. So long, she should be nervous, but it’s good weed and she can already feel it creeping up her calves.

He only speaks again when she’s taken another hit.

“Spread your legs.” His voice is low and scratchy.

She holds his gaze as her knees fall open in jerky fits and starts. There’s no one around for miles, save their friends inside the house. Even so, the thrill and panic of doing this, here, twine together and lay heavy in her belly.

He takes her sticky, cherry hand and hooks it in the gusset of her shorts, and plucks the joint away too. It doesn’t take any figuring out, and when she pulls them aside, he makes a tiny, satisfied sound. She hears him fiddling with the ashtray, but she can’t look away from his eyes, and they’re trained between her legs.

“Pretty,” he says, a cut above a whisper.

Parker’s toes curl. He hasn’t even touched her, he’s only looking and she’s already wet, squeezing around nothing. He passes his fingers over her and she jumps a little when he strokes her clit but it’s not—its almost not even sexual. It’s almost like he’s stroking her arm or her cheek.

Except that here she opens for him, and when he strokes his fingers over her a second time, there’s somewhere for them to go. She hates it when people equate pussies to flowers. She’s not blooming open for him. She doesn’t have petals. She’s never going to smell fucking botanical.

Even so, he strokes her with reverence, like she’s a delicate rose, or a sweet lily, touching everywhere but where she wants him most, pressing until she can take two fingers. Then finally, touching her clit until she’s so wet and turned on she can take three, but it makes her pant.

It’s hot and her hair is sticking to her forehead. Her back hurts too, the wooden post is pressed between her slouching shoulder blades as she tilts her hips up to meet his hand.

Raleigh makes a noise, something like a sigh and then he plants one foot in the dirt, the other knee on the lower stair, and leans down until he can put his mouth on her.

She hisses and grabs him by the back of the hair. He’s not sparing. He slides his hands under her ass and lifts her to him. His mouth is wet and open wide. His bottom lip drags heavily up her opening as he tastes his fill of her. She’s wet all over, because it's a million damn degrees out. Between her tits and under arms and behind her knees and most of all against his mouth because he uses his tongue and his fingers to coax it out of her. More and more and more and his own tongue is impossibly silky as he narrows in. He makes room for his fingers again, curving inside her, pushing on that spot way deep.

She’d been doing a great job of being quiet until that, but it draws a loud groan out of her and he pauses, lifts his head to look at her, takes a breath like a man who’s nearly drowned.

“Park. Let’s go upstairs.”

His face is wet with her.

Raleigh stands first, and sticks a hand out to pull her up. Her eyes flick down to his dick, straining against his shorts. She brushes against it with her nose first. Then her tongue and she can tell he’s also not wearing any underwear, and it only takes a second to yank down his shorts and take him in her mouth.

He gives her a shaky chuckle, and braces a hand on the post behind her. “You...are very good at this. Fuck.”

Yes, she knows. She likes the way it feels under her tongue—the veins and velvety skin and even how he’s all saltwater against her tongue, but she likes his words, his expressions most of all. The way he passes a hand over his face, teeth gritting.

“Stop, stop,” he says, after a minute and she releases him reluctantly. They both watch a string of saliva pull and snap as they separate.

“Disgusting,” she says at the same time he says, “hot.”

He pulls his shorts back up and helps her to her feet. On their way up the stairs, she plays his ass cheeks like bongo drums and he swats at her hands.

She’s really starting to feel her high, cotton candy spine and liquid joints, when he follows her into the bedroom. Closes the door. Locks it.

He crowds her, but she doesn’t move. She lets him slip a hand into her shorts and grab her ass. He doesn’t—he doesn’t even kiss her. He looks down at her like he might want to. And this close, even with only the moon for light she can see that the sweat still hasn’t quite cleared from his brow, and he needs to wash his hair.

Thighs slide against each other as he pushes her toward the bed. The backs of her knees hit it first and she teeters for a second before he lets go and she topples. Neither of them speaks as she shimmies her useless, wet shorts over her hips and down her legs and leaves them in a heap on the floor.

She holds his gaze as she scoots up the bed. Parker rests her feet on top of the sheets and lets her legs fall open. He likes it when she touches herself. He likes to watch. Whatever he’s got planned—and he’s always got something planned—she’s gonna nip it in the bud right here. She can smell it on him, something devious and brain bending and—

“Yeah, go ahead,” he says, softly. “I wanna see you play with it.”

An unstoppable moan bubbles up her throat. He’s fucking slinky as he crawls into bed on top of her, most of his weight braced on his forearms. But slowly, slowly, he presses his pelvis down against her, against her hand, pressing his weight into her, her fingers against her clit.

“You know.” He’s speaking slowly. Rocking so lightly against her that he has plausible deniability. “I was told that I can’t make an album full of love songs. That I’m gonna ruin my career.”

She can hear the air quotes around the last part. Her breath hitches as he presses forward. Even the pressure of him is good: hot and hard and big.

“Is that what you’re writing?” she asks, stuttering through the last bit. Just from dry humping. This is love. “A bunch of love songs? For me?”

“Yeah, of course,” he says, a teasing grin on his face. “For you, and about you and inspired by you.”

“But you can’t ruin your career.”

Raleigh grunts. “Fuck a career.”

He strikes while she’s laughing (because fuck a career is a very funny thing to say, because he loves his career and because, yes, the weed has made her giggly). He mouths her nipple through the onion-skin thin cotton of her tanktop and sinks two fingers inside her.

She swears with a hiss. He’s really not even fucking her, barely moving. But her fingers are fast over her clit and his mouth has sucked her until her nipple is hard and jutting and the wet spot on her shirt has spread.

“Come on,” he urges her, and yanks the shirt down to scrape his teeth over her nipple. He forces his fingers deeper and she does come, the surprise kind, bursting over a few seconds before she expected it to break. So much so it startles a laugh out of her, and it gives him room to kiss her.

Everything about his kiss is soft and smooth and plush. When he pulls back to nip at her mouth she feels him everywhere. They move together: they are waves, tossing together, with him in the cradle of her body and her arms around his neck.

The taste of him, faintly acrid, kind of sweet, blinds her to the way his hips move, to his increased desperation, until he’s nudging against her, until he parts her, until she’s nodding against his mouth, a silent plea for more.

He works his way inside her. Tiny shoves that remind her she was made for this. Not for sex, but for him. She’s a goner.

Raleigh rises up with a wet gasp, braces on his knees. He uses her thighs to lift her, to give himself room. He’s told her before: “I like to watch the faces you make.”

He must get the reaction he wants the first time he shifts them again, and he bumps against that place deep inside her and her eyes go wide. Someone should slap the smile off of his face.

“Raleigh—fuck—that’s—.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, still rocking lazily. But his eyes are pure avarice, drinking her in.

She goes tense, fingers and toes curled into the sheets. She’s broken out into a thin sheen of sweat all over. It does feel like cheating, because her body is careening along ahead of her, and her brain is in smoke, it’s suspended in water, and she’s afloat on pleasure.

“Look at you, fighting it. Come on, baby, give it to me. I want it.”

Like he collects them in a jar. Like they’re his to keep. Parker comes in a wild, tight, tense fury, every muscle in her body going rigid with it, before she goes utterly loose-limbed. Her brain is soupy from her high and from him and when he pulls out and rolls her onto her stomach, she’s too pliant to object.

His teeth do shock her. Nipping at her shoulders and her waist. In the swell of her ass and the meat of her thighs and the back of her calves and down to one of the toes he’d pinched. And all the while: beautiful, sweet, love you love you, good you’re so good.

Raleigh’s fingers ask what his mouth does not and she eases her thighs open to make way for him again. His body curls over hers, lips at the back of her neck.

“You’re gonna come for me again?”’

She makes a sound, sort of like a laugh and wail. “Don’t think I can.”

Raleigh mumbles something and grabs her by the hips, hauling her ass in the air. Then his fingers are inside her and the “wow” he says seems genuinely surprised and not condescending.

“We’ll see.”

He slides inside her, she can feel that she’s slick and swollen, and when he eases in, he makes a tiny, helpless sound that makes her giggle into the crook of her elbow. His thrusts are more purposeful now, and her jello knees give. He follows her down, adjusting their bodies, bending her leg to open her wide.

His thrusts are slow, but it feels like he’s going to fuck her through the mattress. Every thrust forces a sound from her, a hot, frustrated groan. She’s droopy with pleasure, half-certain that she really won’t come again.

But.

“Parker, baby, you feel so good. So fucking good. You gonna give me one more?”

She shakes her head. It’s an impossibility, even though she can hear how wet she still is, and it’s such a stretch like this and he’s panting, which only turns her on more.

“No?” he says, so cajolingly, she knows she’s in trouble.

He’s practically laying on her as he worms his hand between her and the bed. It barely changes anything, but her clit rubs against his warm palm as they move with shallow thrusts, where he barely withdraws and she stays full.

Parker swears. “Shit, babe, oh—”

She rides out her orgasm on his hand and on his dick, with her eyes screwed shut and her mouth in a noiseless gasp. Raleigh swears, grunts, pumps and follows her seconds later. Slumped over her, sweat seals their bodies together. It doesn’t matter that his weight has her pressed into the mattress. She can’t move a single muscle. She’s all tapped out. Fog and still waters. She has no idea how much time has passed when he coaxes her up for a trip to the bathroom to get clean.

When she comes out of the bathroom, he’s already put his shorts on and added a t-shirt. She cuts him a look as she crawls into the covers, yawning. “You’re not coming to bed?”

“Nah, I told Cameron and them I’d be back down.”

Parker scowls. “Where did you tell them you were going?”

“To give you a sleeping pill.”

She can’t help but laugh since he also gives her a shiny, shit-eating grin. “Are you really not tired?”

Her eyelids are falling fast.

“Nope, I’m feeling very inspired all of a sudden.”

Parker’s lips curl up, and she hears him head for the door. “Go write more songs for me.”

“They’re all for you. Go to sleep.”

She falls asleep like she fell in love: slowly, and then submerged. Tomorrow she’ll do it all over again. ____________ I’m not tagging anyone bc of the drug mention and if you don’t wanna see me gush a lil, look away! To our platinum weekend hosts: I adore each and everyone of you!! this is so fun and lovely, yall have really nailed it, you wonderful humans!! I’m glad I could contribute something and I hope you enjoyed it!

#raleigh carrera #platinum #raleigh carrera x mc #n/sfw #drug mention #also shouts to ana who said 'we want it no matter how weird it is'#and that we both went avery + oui'd = correct #anyway and before yall ask YES I listened to a lot of the weeknd while writing this

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zigtheeortega · 3 years

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redeemed

pairing | m!raleigh x mc

word count | 6.6k

warnings | cursing, innuendos, mentions of sex

tags | @natesewell, @choicesarehard, @empressazura, @raleighcarrera, @pixeljazzy, @pixelsandkink [tagging people who usually ask to be tagged !]

author’s note | i’ve talked about this before but i’m not a huge fan of the platinum mc’s personality, so i’ve kind of crafted my own that’s quite a bit more rebellious than canon. i’m obsessed with the idea of an mc who’s romancing raleigh and falls into the same pattern of behavior and it genuinely concerns them – so yeah i play with that idea here! i deviate from canon some but not too much ! this is my submission for day 2 of @platinumweekend as well ! also i had no idea how to end this so i apologize for the fizzle out at the end lol

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As soon as he stepped off stage, he was shuffled to his tour bus, Fiona on his heels. She looked like the human embodiment of rage in a grey blazer, a look in her eye that made him thankful he wasn’t the one it was directed at – or at least he hoped he wasn’t the reason she was two seconds away from a murderous rampage.

She slammed the door behind her, locking it, running to the windows and closing the curtains, peeking out at the paparazzi that no doubt had already tried flocking at the edges of the blocked off area where the bus was parked.

“Damn, what’s the problem? Can’t I at least get my food from craft services? Jesus,” he complained, grabbing a bottle of water from the fully stocked mini fridge, downing it while Fiona frantically ran around the bus, turning off every electrical device in sight.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

She wheeled on him, a few strands of her hair sticking to her lips. “We’ve got a problem.”

“Yeah, you won’t let me go get my fuckin’ overpriced grilled cheese that I know is waiting for me,” he jabbed his thumb towards the venue. “At craft services.”

She eyed him, pupils wide, her anger nearly palpable. “It’s bigger than food.”

He ran a hand through his damp hair, some strands completely drenched in sweat. “Lay it on me.”

And the three words that fell from her lips were soul crushing, his post-show high wearing off in an instant.

“Dom’s been arrested.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He sat up, posture rigid. “What happened?”

“Not here. We’ll talk on the plane,” Fiona said, twisting the knob of the closet door, grabbing the black duffel bag on the ground. She tossed it at his feet, motioning for him to stand. “The jet leaves in an hour. I packed for you.”

“The plane? Where is she?” He was getting more and more frustrated, nearing hysterics. He should’ve felt a bit more shame about how worked up he was getting, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

Fiona took notice, her fiery gaze softening at the edges, the blue flames flickering across his face. “Not here, Raleigh.”

He slung the duffle bag on his shoulder, walking to the door.

“Wait –” Fiona said, leaning over the couch to pull the curtain to the side, peering out again. “I paid off a security guard to distract the paparazzi. And when he does, we have to run to the car that’s gonna pull up any minute now – undetected,” she shot back at him, her icy gaze warning.

Within minutes, a security guard with a similar build to Raleigh sprinted towards the venue, jacket over his head, paparazzi on his heels.

With the camera’s flashing finally pointed away, they were able to slide into the back of the cab, thankful that Hank had connections everywhere. The driver rolled up the barrier without question as soon as Fiona tossed him a wad of cash that she’d fished out of a plain leather pouch.

She shook the pouch, her lips set in a thin line. “You know what this is?”

“A purse?” He asked, brows furrowed. “Is this some kind of fuckin’ trick?”

“It’s an emergency fund. Cash. Not traceable.”

She shook her head, dropping the pouch into her lap, before pinching the bridge of her nose. “When Dom first started getting into trouble, I had to pay off a few people here and there, but when it became more frequent, I had to actually sit her down with her accountant and sort this out.”

“Sort… what out?”

“How much money she needed to allocate to her… antics,” she rolled her eyes, propping her elbow on the back of her seat, hand pressed to her forehead.

She looked drained. Fiona never looked disheveled, but he sensed this was the closest she’d be to it.

“If it’s money she needs, that’s fine. Lemme call my agent –”

“There’s only so much cash I can hand people under the table before it becomes a problem. Not just financially, put publicly,” she sighed, chewing the inside of her cheek. “I’ve been able to cover up the smaller mishaps, but this, I’m afraid, might be the start of something… much worse than disorderly conduct.”

“You gonna tell me her charges?” His jaw set in anticipation, already running through a list of the best lawyers in L.A. that got him off from potentially hefty lawsuits.

Her short locks swayed as she shook her head. “I don’t think it’s my place to tell you.”

He blew air out of his cheeks, leaning into the corner of the cab, legs splayed wide as he tried to take a nonchalant stance. “Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”

“You’ll be glad you have a bedroom, shower, and fridge on the plane,” she said with another shake of her head.

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Raleigh laid in bed, aimlessly scrolling through his burner account.

He never really cared for social media under the public eye. Every post of his was either related to tour or the series of brand deals for products he never used. Each page was a personified advertisement – some shit he regretted signing up for.

One drunken night, his curiosity got the best of him and he found himself making a pretty inconspicuous profile, following some funny internet personalities and political commentators. And although he had plans to delete it, once Dom came into the picture, he unabashedly lurked.

He followed her on all platforms, and when he had the chance, he watched her stories, voted in her daily polls, and occasionally scrolled through her old instagram photos.

This time in particular, though, he was looking for something specific without really knowing if there was an answer.

He scrolled to her first post, hundreds down, smiling at high school Dom. Thick eyeliner, layered hair, brace-adorned grin – she was a poster child of adolescence.

Photos of her with Shane at pep rallies, in Halloween costumes, in prom formal wear filled the screen, later transitioning to senior portraits, graduation photos, and dorm photos. A setting of picturesque normality as Dom grew into herself, growing out her choppy layers, softening her makeup, her gleaming smile lighting up each photo.

She grew more beautiful with each year, each little phase of her life coming with a new style, a new little identity or association, Dom’s willingness to try new things the reason she was able to break free from her small town.

God, was Raleigh so fucking envious of this imperfect little portion of her Instagram. If someone were to look this far back for him, there’d be photoshoots and magazine spreads and paparazzi photos all neatly planned. The shaky off-guard photos, the unedited red eyes, the off guard photos, the expressions they made in them… it was something Raleigh never had the chance to do.

Being in the business for ten years, everything was pristine, crisp – always smiling or smoldering, no in between. Sexy and rugged or smiling and happy. Like he had two modes and he wasn’t ever able to exercise those other parts of himself because being in front of the camera was restrictive – while Dom was able to be unabashedly herself.

He was breaking shit just to feel something, to have some range of emotions even if it was a stupid fucking publicity stunt where he damaged property or made out with another politician’s daughter or attempted irreparable blows to his public image.

The more recent the posts, the more calculated her photos got, the phrase “ad” showing up more and more. But even with a skincare brand deal, her step-by-step skincare routine video was on brand for Dom, her bright smile and wit always present in everything she did.

But Raleigh couldn’t help but feel like parts of her were slipping away.

Her online persona was still pretty crisp, except for her style shift – tattoos, a couple piercings, and some edgier photoshoots signified a tonal shift in Dom’s aesthetic, but nothing he hadn’t seen before.

Hell, when he used his first innuendo on his solo album, there was widespread outrage on Sunset Skatepark fan forums, ripping into him for singing about using his dick (even though he was definitely an adult and definitely not a virgin).

But other than her general style, nothing was different. Nothing to indicate this downward spiral that Fiona kept a secret.

Where’s the shift? He thought to himself as he scrolled to the top. When the hell did she start changing for the worse?

She’d come a long way from her clean songs that didn’t require a radio edit. He felt a pang of something in his chest –– regret, maybe? Was he the reason she’d changed?

The questions sent him into a near tailspin, his pulse quickening at the realization.

He was the problem.

She’d since deleted her photos with Raleigh, because their breakup was so public, but he could tell that the shift happened right around the time she started spending more time with him.

He’d been a mentor of sorts, opposite of Avery, showing her the ropes… which meant that he was teaching her how to evade the press, fuck with the paparazzi, pick out industry plants – the whole nine yards.

She was impulsive, daring, adventurous, fearless – all the qualities he liked in himself. But he never thought those traits would take a negative turn, morphing her into a rebel with an affinity for breaking laws.

He could blame himself all he wanted, but he couldn’t blame her for taking the same route he took.

He knew it better than anybody – it was hard to shift the public’s persona of you. Once you did something horrible to make them hate you, either the rebrands and ass kissing worked, or you get written off by everyone.

Raleigh Carrera was a special case, a wild card of sorts who toed the line, unpredictable, both with his craft and his behavior. The nastier his lyrics, the crazier his publicity stunts were, the more polarizing he was.

And that was no doubt the route Dom was on, heading towards an inevitable press nightmare – if people were to find out the home grown rags-to-riches Dominique Avalos dove headfirst into her rebellious phase with no smooth transition, she wouldn’t be able to Google herself for months without having a panic attack.

She’d changed drastically, but that’s what fame did to people. Some people cracked under the pressure, or they rebelled to show the public they were in control of their narrative… or that they desperately wanted it back.

He took a shaky breath, swiping out of the app.

He wasn’t sure if he could save her, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t gonna try.

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The moment the jet touched down, Fiona was in full manager mode, adamant on abandoning his phone, stressing the importance of going off the grid.

“If anyone finds out you’re here, they’ll be able to put two and two together. Why else would you be in the same country as Dom when you’re supposed to be heading towards New York for your next show?” She asked, hand outstretched.

“I hate it when you’re right,” he grumbled, tossing his phone into her palm. “Where are we exactly?”

“I can’t tell you,” she sighed, looking exhausted. He had a gut feeling she hadn’t slept a wink since they’d boarded the plane.

“Why not?”

“It’s a bit safer that way.”

He scoffed. “You’re serious? Look, I’m not exactly thrilled to pull the A-List celebrity card, but this is borderline kidnapping.”

“Let’s just say you might be able to pick up on some of the language,” she said, turning on her heel to exit the plane.

Within minutes, they were pulling onto a dirt backroad, the small houses they passed barely casting shadows onto the ground.

The town itself was seemingly innocuous – the tiny brick houses riddled with dust, the stone paths lining the road cracked and deserted. The tiny town had turned in for the night, their old Sedan sticking out like a sore thumb despite the old model.

Raleigh squirmed in his seat, twisting the expensive watch on his wrist. He fucking hated this.

No matter where he went, he was noticed in some capacity – so wearing a Rolex and Cartier rings in a small village in the middle of nowhere just made him look pretentious.

He slipped the rings and watches off, shoving them deep into the pocket of his jeans, ignoring Fiona’s calculating side eye (one he knew all too well).

The only light, other than the gas lamp posts and their high beams, came from the building at the end of the road.

The car pulled around the side, flicking their lights off, the driver peeking around before motioning for them to exit the car.

“Throw the hoodie on, Raleigh,” Fiona ordered while slipping on a ball cap of her own, her casual t-shirt and leggings wildly different from her normal outfit.

“Sure,” he murmured, tugging the hood on.

The walk from the car to the dusty glass front door was short, Fiona breaking into a light jog to keep up with Raleigh’s brisk pace.

The makeshift “waiting room” in the front corner of the station was empty, the scratched up folding chairs in crooked rows. The front desk was occupied by a sleeping form, head buried in the crease of his elbow, snore muffled by the counter top.

The other officer stood at the back near an old vending machine, sliding coins into the slot, the clink of each piece ringing out against the brick and linoleum.

No cameras, he thought, after a quick scan of the room, shoving the hood back in its place at the nape of his neck.

The holding cells were farther back, but he couldn’t see her.

He stepped up to the counter where the man was sleeping, giving a gentle knock to the top. The man stirred, unfurling his arms, while the other man in the back glanced up from where he was, elbows deep in the snack machine as he fished out his bag of chips.

Raleigh offered a basic greeting in Spanish, frowning just a bit when both officers’ eyes lit up – the phrase “famoso” and “celebridad” falling from their lips almost as soon as they recognized him.

Yeah, he was gonna use his notoriety to their advantage, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t sting when people immediately tried gauging what they could get from him when they realized who he was.

For a long time he’d been waiting for the day where name dropping himself didn’t get him out of deep shit.

And the day he met Dom, when he assumed she knew who he was, all she did was raise her brow as if to say “Why the fuck should I care?”

It startled him, truthfully. But it was such a breath of fresh air. He couldn’t remember a time before or after that someone showed no interest in him.

The officer in the back jogged to the front, pulling his phone out of his back pocket while asking for a picture.

He looked to Fiona, who was shaking her head furiously, stepping up next to him like her 5’5 stature was enough to shield him. “Nobody can know we’re here.”

He nodded, turning back to the men, trying to negotiate with them.

Yes, Dom’s here.

No, you can’t see her.

He racked his brain trying to figure out how he was gonna get himself – and Dom – out of the situation unscathed if he couldn’t give them a photo or autograph.

“Dom bought me the Rolex and Cartier rings, right?”

Fiona’s brows furrowed. “Yes. She gifted them to you on your birthday. You know this –”

“No, what I mean is, she has the receipts? Or you do?”

“I don’t have them, but I have access to them,” she said, still confused.

“Get rid of ‘em. I haven’t told anyone she bought them for me.”

Her face lit up in recognition, and she nodded, encouraging him to go on.

He dug in his pockets, fishing out the watch and thin bands.

After a quick exchange, the officers took two rings each, and began rapid fire arguing over the Rolex. They tossed Raleigh the keys, stepping out the front door.

“I’ll keep watch,” Fiona said, turning towards the door.

“Hey –” Raleigh said, laying a hand on her shoulder.

She quirked a brow at him. “What?”

“You’re not coming with?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Why not? I’m not even sure what the fuck I’m supposed to say –”

“She specifically asked for you.”

He took a step back, resting his palm on the countertop behind him. “What the – are you… are you serious?”

She nodded once. “She might’ve been slurring, but she was clear as day. She wanted you.”

He blew air out of his cheeks, running a hand through his short waves.

Fiona’s gaze softened, her eyes still piercing. Fiona was a lot of things – steadfast, headstrong, determined – but she wasn’t soft. She didn’t sugar coat shit.

“She’s missed you. She doesn’t confide in me much, but even I can tell she’s unhappy. Be gentle with her,” she said, gaze tearing right through him.

The walk to the holding cells felt miles long – his resolve was shrinking with every step.

He wasn’t afraid of seeing Dom, not at all. He was afraid of whatever part of himself that might’ve been reflected in her.

The cell was empty, save for the curled form on the bench, long dark hair cascading over the edges of the seat.

“Dom?” He called, hearing her sharp inhale of breath as she stirred, bending into a long stretch, her limbs unfurling until she was lying on her back on the bench, tilting her head towards his voice.

God, even when she looked like life had torn her to shreds, she still looked beautiful.

“Raleigh?” She croaked, her eyes squinting to adjust to the low lights. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

She arched her back, stretching again, her long frame covering the bench. It was almost the right level of distracting to stop the creeping annoyance at her question.

“What do you mean? I’m here to bail you out, obviously.”

“Where’s Fiona?” She asked groggily, rolling off the side of the bench awkwardly, trying to gain her footing.

“You asked for me, didn’t you?” He raised a brow, sliding his forearms through the bars, resting them there.

“She told you?” She asked, voice raising in betrayal, a scoff following his silence. “I was drunk.”

“And? You still asked for me.”

“Oh, fuck off,” she murmured, crossing her arms as soon as she was balanced.

He dangled the keys between his fingertips, gently jingling them. “I’ll let you out if you tell me what happened.”

Her lip curled in annoyance. “You’d really leave me here?”

“You don’t want to find out.”

She ran a hand through her hair, blowing air out of her cheeks. “Alright.”

He unlocked the door and slipped in, the heavy door creaking as he slid it wide enough for him to fit through.

She backed up, plopping back onto the bench, arms lowering to curl around her sides.

He followed suit, sitting a couple feet away from her on the other end of the bench, shoving his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie.

She stared at the floor, clearly waiting for him to make a move.

“So…”

“So, what?” She grumbled.

“So… how’d you end up here?” He asked, trying to remain as relaxed as he could since she was clearly on edge, ready to tear him a new one at a moment’s notice.

“I was drunk. I got in a fight. Here I am.”

He sighed. “Look, you don’t have to tell me everything, but I can’t help you if I don’t know if you’re ankles deep or neck deep.”

She chewed her lip, chin dipping lower, strands of her hair falling forward, creating an inky veil. “Fine. I’ll tell you but… can you not… look at me?”

Raleigh’s face contorted in confusion, but he listened, swivelling until he was facing the back wall, propping one leg up on the bench.

He waited for her to speak. The break in conversation was a bit too long – but before a quip could fall from his lips, she spoke.

“I did get drunk, and I did get in a fight. I’m telling the truth but I, uh, left out some details,” she started, her voice low.

“I, uh, was passing through this town after my last show because I wanted to go to a bar without being noticed. Like the old days. I know it was stupid, but I didn’t think anyone would find me here.”

That was her first mistake. Smaller towns surprisingly had the most dedicated fans – maybe because they’re bored or nothing exciting happened in their towns, but most of his die hard fans came from the middle of nowhere.

“The first hour was fine, and I was able to drink and dance with strangers. Most of them were a lot older than me and spoke zero English – and I speak a little bit of Spanish as you know, so I could make some small talk, but I was on my own just… enjoying myself and my freedom,” she said, and he could almost see the grin tug at the corner of her lips.

“I noticed someone taking photos of me with their phone, so I got a bit paranoid and sat in a booth in the back drinking for a little while longer so I could figure out my next move,” she continued, before sighing loudly. “I guess they told the local news or something, because by the time I decided to leave, I ran smack into a reporter on the sidewalk.”

Silence ensued again, this time more deafening than the last.

“I didn’t mean to give her a black eye. Or break the camera. Or elbow the camera man in the face when he tried restraining me. I just… couldn’t think straight. I was mad. Intoxicated and wrong, but still mad.”

“I know Fiona’s trying her best to get me out of this mess but… I think I went too far this time.”

Raleigh stared at the wall, racking his brain for something. He was a little dumbfounded that she spilled to him so fast. He figured it was gonna take a bit more digging to get her to open up, but she blossomed in front of him; despite the wilted petals, he was relieved to know she still trusted him enough to confide in him.

“Are you gonna say something?” She asked, a bit timidly.

“Not if I can’t look at you.”

“Okay, then don’t say anything.”

He sighed, settling into his spot on the bench, waiting again for her to speak.

“Why did you come?”

Instinctively, he shrugged. “You asked me to.”

“But you don’t owe me anything. We’re not together.”

“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t drop everything to come help you. I mean, I’d like to think we’re at least acquaintances, if not friends,” he joked, resting his arm over the back of the bench.

“Sure,” she said, voice straining just a bit. Just enough for him to notice.

Dom was a special kind of resilient – one trait that Raleigh was sure she didn’t copy from him.

He knew that being a woman in the industry was already hard enough – everything from beauty to body standards to raging misogyny was enough to give people reasons to hate her, as stupid as they were.

Raleigh benefitted from the standards in place for men. He was young, attractive, talented – didn’t matter what he did wrong. He’d bounce back.

But he’d seen some vile shit since he’d ascended to fame. So many celebrities fading into obscurity after one mishap. One bad album. One bad interview. One rude encounter. One rumor.

For some reason, despite diving headfirst into troubled waters, Dom bounced back every time, fire in her eyes, her jaw set in determination, her face painted with the look she got when she was ready to face the world.

But whatever she was feeling in that moment, in that jail cell in the middle of nowhere – was enough to break her.

He heard her take a deep, shaky breath, and he started to turn, but he felt her warm palm on his shoulder, holding him in place.

“Don’t,” she whispered.

He listened to her labored breathing, likely struggling to hold back tears, while he stared at the cracks in the wall, trying to think of something – anything – to console her.

“Did Fiona seem… upset?” She asked, seeming a bit nervous.

“It’s kind of hard to tell, to be honest. She’s pretty intense all of the time,” he laughed, not really meaning to.

He was relieved to hear a light chuckle from behind him.

“Yeah, I figure she’s pretty mad at me. I don’t blame her,” she sighed, another break in conversation ensuing. A couple beats later, she asked, bluntly, “Are you mad at me?”

“No,” he answered with zero hesitation. “I know you’d do the same for me.”

She laughed again, a bit more genuine that time. “Not sure where you got that impression.”

“You wouldn’t leave me here to rot if I asked you to come, Dom. You’re not that heartless,” he teased gently, glad that things were taking a lighthearted turn.

“I’m just glad you’re not gonna lecture me. I already know I’m gonna get an earful from Fiona, not to mention the shit I’ll get from Shane and Avery. I couldn’t handle one from you.”

He grimaced. “Uh, well, you’d rather hear it from me than Fiona, right?”

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” she mumbled under her breath.

“You know I normally don’t care what you do, because it’s your life, and you should be able to do whatever the fuck you want, but Dom…” he trailed off, trying to choose his words carefully.

“I know I fucked up, Raleigh. I don’t need you making me feel more guilty than I already am,” she said defensively, voice raised.

“I’m not gonna make you feel guilty. Just offering some advice.” God, did those words feel foreign to him. Offering advice. He never did shit like this for anybody.

He took her silence as a green light. “You’ve just gotta slow down, Dom.”

Whatever impact his words made, he couldn’t see it, since he was still facing the damn wall. “Can I please turn around? I can’t talk to you like this.”

“Sure.”

He adjusted himself on the bench, trying to look attentive without staring. She was stunning, even with the smudged makeup, the dark circles, the red eyes “You don’t have to do anything and everything you’re asked to do, but you gotta find some kind of balance.”

She wrung her hands in her lap, picking at her cuticles absentmindedly. “Yeah, I know.”

“I mean balance the good and bad, Dom. There’s a line for people like us and you can’t cross it often. You can get close, but you can’t just dive over it and not expect there to be some fallout.”

“I know,” she said, bluntly, looking a bit more annoyed with each word that came from his mouth.

“You can cause some chaos, but some of it isn’t acceptable,” he said, watching her expression contort in anger. “For them. Not acceptable for them. The average person, I mean.”

“Oh, you’re one to fucking talk!” She rolled her eyes. “How are you gonna sit here and tell me that your brand of shit stirring is okay, but mine isn’t?”

“I’m not the one sitting in a jail cell right now, Dom,” he said, calmly but firmly. He wasn’t used to being the rational one, but he had to be level headed. He was trying to save her.

She ran a hand through her hair, leaning back against the back of the bench. “You’re infuriating, you know that?”

“Trust me, I know.”

“You’re hypocritical.”

“Not necessarily,” he said, propping his arm up on the back of the bench. “I was in the industry for years before I started dirtying up my image. You just got here.”

“And you’ve been here too damn long to act the way you do,” she nearly spat, lashing out.

“I’m too far gone,” he simply stated, keeping surprisingly calm through it all.

“What the hell do you mean by that?”

“I’ve been here for a long time, which means, I’ve got a lot more fuck ups under my belt. Irreparable damage, if you will.”

“People love you,” she said, matter-of-factly, like that solved it – it honestly relieved him. A bit of Dom’s naivete from when they first met was shining through.

“People also hate me, because I’m a little shit who sets fires for fun,” he grinned. “For legal reasons, my lawyers insist I clarify that I’m joking.”

She rolled her lips, trying to suppress a smile. “People who hate you don’t know you.”

He nodded. “You’re right, and you’re so close to the point I’m sure you can taste it.”

“I’m too far gone to save. No matter how hard I try for the rest of my career, I can never get away from the wild card label. Plenty of people don’t wanna work with me. I’ve damaged business relationships. Lots of artists don’t want to collab with me because of how it’ll make them look.”

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“Because I know you don’t want this. You’re too good for whatever baggage comes with being a ‘rebel’, Dom. I don’t want to see you turn out like me.”

For the first time that night, she stared at him – really stared at him. Her deep brown, nearly midnight eyes searched his for any sign of insincerity.

“You’re… serious?” She asked finally, brows furrowed in confusion.

“One hundred percent honest,” he said, nodding.

She sat back in her chair, chewing on her lip, contemplating.

“Can you turn back around again?”

He nodded, wordlessly facing the wall again.

“I left out a few details,” she said from behind him.

“I’m listening,” he affirmed.

“I, uh, was pretty hammered by the time I left, so it was even harder for me to understand what people were saying,” she said before he could speak. “I heard the reporter say ‘Raleigh’ and ‘novio’ and I saw red… so… I, uh… swung.”

His chest clenched, tightening until it was difficult to breathe. He was thankful she’d asked him to face the other direction, because he knew his reaction betrayed his cool demeanor.

“I guess I’m not over it,” she laughed humorlessly.

He ran a hand over his face, racking his brain for a response, but coming up short.

“You, um, don’t have to say anything if you don’t feel the same. I shouldn’t have gotten attached. It’s on me.”

That made him turn, swivelling around before she could finish speaking.

She flicked her head towards the bars of the cell, raising a hand to cover her face. “I said ‘don’t look at me’, Raleigh. Goddamn.”

Years and years of PR training and interviews and he had no idea how the fuck to console her. Partially because he was trying to get a grip on whatever the hell was going on in his brain as well.

Instead, he answered her with a question of his own, a tactic he’d used anytime he wanted to deflect in interviews.

“Why can’t I look?”

Dom tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, slowly rotating to meet his gaze. She sank her teeth deep into her bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

“Fuck,” she cursed, rubbing the backs of her hands under her eyes, the dried black mascara under her eyes beginning to liquidate again. “Because I’m crying, Raleigh. And I don’t cry.”

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong? I know there’s more to it than you’re telling me,” he asked, holding up two of his fingers in a solute. “No judgement.”

She sighed, crossing the room to put some distance between them. She began pacing, taking slow steps as she spoke.

“I might’ve fucked up my career and I keep letting people down and I’m destructive because this whole fame thing isn’t what I signed up for and I didn’t think I’d cave under pressure like every other mid twenties child actor who goes through a premature mid-life crisis, but here I fucking am,” she said, nearly out of breath by the end.

His legs carried him across the room before he could think twice, pacing towards her while she strode across the room in the opposite direction.

“God, I’m so fucking stupid –”

“Stop. You’re not stupid.”

“I am,” she said, wheeling on him. “And – and I’m embarrassed. I’m embarrassed that my manager and – and my ex –” She stopped in her tracks, rubbing a palm over her forehead, shutting her eyes.

He reached out to her, but let his hand fall almost immediately.

“My acquaintance had to fly out to a fucking village in the middle of nowhere to bail me out –”

“Dom, stop –”

“– because I fought a fucking reporter over not being able to handle my fucking feelings –”

“Dom –”

“– like an adult with a functioning frontal lobe all because I love someone who –”

Her eyes popped open, her expression horrified. “Oh my god, I’m – I –”

She dug the heel of her hands into her eyes, dropping into a squat. “Fuck, fuck, Goddammit –”

“Did you just –”

“Yeah, Raleigh, I did. Don’t make me feel worse, alright? I know I fucked up,” she groaned from her heap on the ground.

“You just said you love me, Dom. I think I’m allowed to react,” he said, a slight teasing to his voice.

She glanced up, glaring. “Okay, then, react.”

Her gaze was fiery, her deep brown irises challenging – something else a bit more vulnerable lying beneath.

She was terrified.

He leaned down, gripping her around the waist to pull her back up, wrapping his arms around her upper back, hugging her to his chest.

She melted into his arms, relaxing and leaning into his embrace.

“I didn’t mean to say it,” she murmured into his chest.

“So do you?” He asked, chin gently balanced on her head.

“What?”

“Do you love me?”

“I don’t know,” she said truthfully, voice small.

“You don’t have to know. I don’t know either,” he said, just as earnest, feeling her tense in his arms. “But I do know that I like you enough to want you around, and that counts for something, right?”

She laughed (as genuine as he’d heard it), leaning back to look at him. “Yeah, it does.”

Their bodies were still pressed together, Dom’s chin tilted upwards towards him, their faces nearly touching.

“If this gets out, don’t let anyone make you feel like you’re a bad person,” he said, voice low. “You’re the best person I know –”

Dom closed the gap between them, capturing his lips in an intense kiss. He cupped her face in his palms and held her in place, moaning into her parted lips.

God, there was nothing that compared to kissing her. Nobody matched up. He’d made out with a lot of people since he was flung into stardom at sixteen, and no one – absolutely no one – left him in a daze like she did.

She gripped the strings of his hoodie, pulling him closer, sighing contentedly against him.

The smell of her shampoo mixed with the sweet scent of her skin and the warmth of her hands and her chest flush against his – it was the next best thing to being inside of her.

He pulled back, trying to catch the dreamy, half-lidded look she always got when they parted.

“So… did you take your jet here?”

He smirked and rolled his eyes. “Out of context, that sounds so superficial.”

She grinned, her first genuine smile that night. “Oh, but you’re not? Hanging around a rising artist to cling to relevancy?”

He laughed, the sound reverberating off of the walls. “I really am rubbing off on you, aren’t I?”

“Yep. The good and bad,” she agreed, still smiling at him.

“The good?” He shook his head. “Nah, I’m not so sure about that.”

“You’re literally the reason I haven’t walked out on my label and moved to bum fuck nowhere and lived off the land,” she said, shrugging. “You taught me how to have fun. You were the only one keeping me sane.”

He thought he was the one encouraging her to leap over the edge, but he was the one tugging her arm back.

The whole time he was convinced he was a bad influence, but he was doing some good – for her.

But with that revelation came the guilt at her words.

“‘Were’?”

“Well, we don’t really talk anymore. I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

“Yeah,” she chewed her lip, stepping back, unraveling herself from his embrace. “I’m sorry.”

That was a slap to the face. Dom rarely apologized, because if she felt she was right, she wasn’t going to budge. She was stubborn as hell.

“Huh? Why?” “I don’t want to guilt you into spending time with me… or feeling things for me,” she said, rubbing her arm. “I didn’t mean to corner you.”

“You didn’t. I wanted to come.”

She glanced up, blinking at him. “No, you didn’t –”

“I did,” he emphasized, slipping her hand into his, intertwining their fingers. “I kinda missed being forced to hang out with you. Feels like old times.”

She couldn’t stop the laugh from ripping from her, this one louder than the last. “Oh, shut up.”

“No, but seriously, I’m here for you. Whatever you need. Always.”

“Thank you.” With her free hand, she punched his shoulder lightly. “You’ll regret that sooner or later.”

“Nah,” he said, lip curling into a smirk. “I don’t think I will.”

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